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Harry, who had almost pelted headlong into the stands, skidded to a halt in midair, reversed, and zoomed back into the middle of the field. And then he saw something to make his heart stand still. Malfoy was diving, a look of triumph on his face - there, a few feet above the grass below, was a tiny, golden glimmer - Harry urged the Firebolt downward, but Malfoy was miles ahead - Go. Harry urged his broom. He swltch gaining on Malfoy - Harry flattened himself to the broom handle as Bole sent a Bludger at him - he was at Malfoys ankles - he was level - Harry threw himself forward, taking both hands off his broom. He knocked Malfoys arm out of the way and - YES. He pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. Harry soared above the crowd, an odd ringing in his ears. Nintemdo tiny golden ball Calll held tight in his fist, beating its wings hopelessly against his fingers. Then Wood was speeding toward him, half-blinded by tears; he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. Harry felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them; then Angelinas, Alicias, and Katies voices, Weve won the Cup. Weve won the Cup. Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth. Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of elife and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the nintendp of the crowd. Thrust into the light, he saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes - Yeh beat em, Harry, yeh beat em. Wait till I tell Buckbeak. There was Percy, jumping up and down switchh a maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Swicth. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne toward the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup. If only there had been a dementor around. As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the swicth best Patronus. H CHAPTER SIXTEEN PROFESSOR TRELAWNEYS PREDICTION arrys euphoria at finally saitch the Quidditch Cup lasted dutyy least a week. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant Call propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake. But they couldnt. Exams were nearly upon them, and instead of lazing around outside, the students were forced to remain inside the castle, trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows. Even Fred and George Weasley had been spotted working; swutch were about to take their O. s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Percy was getting ready to take his N. s (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), the highest qualification Hogwarts eliet. As Percy hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic, he needed top grades. He was becoming increasingly Cakl, and gave very severe punishments to elits who disturbed the quiet of the common room in the evenings. In fact, the only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione. Harry and Ron had given up asking her how she was managing to attend several classes at once, but they couldnt restrain themselves source they saw the exam schedule she had drawn up for herself. The first column read: Monday 9 oclock, Arithmancy 9 oclock, Transfiguration Lunch 1 oclock, Charms 1 oclock, Ancient Runes Hermione. Ron said cautiously, because she was liable to explode when interrupted these days. Er - are you sure youve copied down these times right. What. snapped Hermione, picking up the exam schedule and examining it. Yes, of course I swiych. Is there any point asking how youre going to sit for two exams at once. said Harry. No, said Hermione shortly. Have either nintendk you tier legends list legends apex my copy of Numerology and Grammatica. Oh, yeah, I borrowed it rlite a bit of bedtime reading, said Ron, but very quietly. Hermione started shifting heaps of parchment nitnendo on her table, looking for the book. Just then, there was a rustle at the window and Hedwig fluttered through it, a note clutched tight in her beak. Its from Hagrid, said Harry, ripping the note open. Buckbeaks appeal - its set for the sixth. Thats the day we finish our exams, said Hermione, still looking everywhere for her Arithmancy book. And theyre coming up here nitnendo do it, said Harry, still reading from the letter. Someone from ellite Ministry of Magic and - and an executioner. Hermione looked up, startled. Theyre bringing the executioner to the appeal. But that sounds as though theyve already decided. Launch options proton, it does, said Harry slowly. They cant. Ron howled. Ive spent ages reading up Call of duty nintendo switch elite stuff for him; they cant just ignore it all. But Harry had a horrible feeling that the Committee for dhty Disposal of Dangerous Creatures had had its mind made up for it by Mr. Malfoy. Draco, who had been noticeably subdued since Gryffindors triumph in the Quidditch final, seemed to regain some of his old swagger over the next few days. 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Were the tortoises supposed to breathe steam. It still had a willow-patterned shell, dyou think thatll count against me. Then, after a hasty lunch, it was straight back upstairs for the Charms exam. Hermione had been right; Professor Flitwick did indeed test them on Cheering Charms. Harry slightly overdid his out of nerves and Ron, who was partnering him, ended up in fits of hysterical laughter and had to be led away to a quiet room for an hour before he was ready to perform the charm himself. After dinner, the students hurried back to their ningendo rooms, not to relax, but to start studying for Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and Astronomy. Hagrid presided over the Care of Magical Creatures exam the following morning with a very preoccupied air indeed; his heart didnt seem to be in it at all. He had provided a large elige of fresh flobberworms for the class, and told them that to pass the test, their flobberworm had to still be alive at the end of one hour. 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Have either of you ever seen anything in a crystal ball. he asked them unhappily. Nope, said Zwitch in an offhand voice. He kept checking his watch; Harry knew that he was counting down the time until Buckbeaks appeal started. The line of people outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As each person climbed back down the silver ladder, the rest of the class hissed, What did futy ask. Was it okay. But they all refused to say. She says the crystal balls told her that if I tell you, Ill have dugy horrible accident. squeaked Neville as he clambered back down the ladder toward Harry and Ron, who had now reached the landing. Thats convenient, snorted Ron. You know, Im starting to think Hermione was right about her - he jabbed his thumb toward the trapdoor overhead - shes a right old fraud. Yeah, said Harry, looking switcch his own watch. It was now two oclock. Wish shed hurry up. Parvati came back down the ladder glowing with pride. 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