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Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do," Wood said. "These two are the Bludgers."
We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.
But what they were, they didn't find out. Hermione had turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady to get back inside and found herself facing an empty painting. The Fat Lady had gone on a nighttime visit and Hermione was locked out of Gryffindor tower.
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three -- two --"
"I think she heard you."
They looked at the dragon. It had grown three times in length in just a week. Smoke kept furling out of its nostrils. Hagrid hadn't been doing his gamekeeping duties because the dragon was keeping him so busy. There were empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor.
He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"You've got to eat some breakfast."
"Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"
Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.