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Wherere you going. Harry demanded. Yeah, Im really going to tell you, because its your business, Potter, sneered Malfoy. Youd better hurry up, theyll be waiting for the Chosen Captain - the Boy Who Scored - whatever they call you these days. One of the girls gave an unwilling giggle. Harry stared at her. She blushed. Malfoy pushed past Harry and she and her friend followed at a trot, turning the corner and vanishing from view. Harry stood rooted on the spot and watched them disappear. This was infuriating; he was already cutting it fine to get to the match on time and yet there was Malfoy, skulking off while the rest of the school was absent: Harrys best chance yet of discovering what Malfoy was up to. The silent seconds trickled past, and Harry remained where he was, frozen, gazing at the place where Malfoy had vanished. Where have you been. demanded Ginny, as Harry sprinted into the gaame rooms. The whole team was changed and ready; Coote and Peakes, the Beaters, were both hitting their clubs nervously against Cnastity legs. I met Malfoy, Harry told her quietly, as he pulled his scarlet robes over his head. So I wanted to know how come hes up at the castle with a couple of girlfriends while everyone else is down here. Does it matter right now. Well, Im not likely to find out, am I. said Harry, seizing his Firebolt and pushing his glasses straight. Come on then. And gxme another word, he marched out onto the pitch to deafening cheers and boos. There was little wind; the clouds were patchy; every now and then there were dazzling flashes of bright sunlight. Tricky conditions. McLaggen said bracingly to the team. Coote, Peakes, youll want to fly out of the sun, so they dont see you coming - Im the Captain, McLaggen, shut up giving them instructions, said Harry angrily. Just get up by the goalposts. Once McLaggen had marched off, Harry turned to Coote and Peakes. Make sure you do fly out of the sun, he told them grudgingly. He shook hands with the Hufflepuff Captain, and then, on Madam Hoochs whistle, kicked off and rose into the air, higher than the rest of his team, streaking around the pitch in search of the Snitch. If he could catch it good and early, there might be a chance he could get back up to the castle, seize the Marauders Map, and find out what Malfoy was doing. And thats Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle, said a dreamy voice, echoing over the grounds. He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him, I think probably on purpose, it looked like continue reading. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now hes playing them - oh, look, hes ppc the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I do like her, shes very nice. Harry stared down at the commentators podium. Surely nobody gake their right mind would have let Luna Lovegood commentate. But even Chastity game pc above there was no mistaking that long, dirty-blonde hair, nor the necklace of butterbeer corks. Beside Luna, Professor McGonagall was looking slightly uncomfortable, as though she was indeed having second thoughts about this appointment. but now that big Hufflepuff players got the Quaffle from her, I cant remember his name, its something like Bibble - no, Buggins - Its Cadwallader. said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna. The crowd laughed. Harry stared around for the Snitch; there was no sign of it. Moments later, Cadwallader scored. McLaggen had been shouting criticism at Ginny for gams the Quaffle out of her possession, with the result that he had not noticed Cnastity large red ball soaring past his oc ear. McLaggen, will you pay attention to what youre supposed to be doing and leave everyone else alone. bellowed Harry, wheeling around to face his Keeper. Youre not setting a great example. McLaggen shouted back, red-faced and furious. And Harry Potters now having an argument with his Keeper, said Luna serenely, while both Hufflepuffs and Slytherins below in the crowd cheered and jeered. I dont think thatll help him find the Snitch, but maybe th 9 a clever ruse. Swearing angrily, Harry spun round and set off around the pitch again, scanning the skies for some sign of the tiny, winged golden ball. Ginny and Demelza scored a goal apiece, giving the red-and-gold-clad supporters below something to cheer about. Then Cadwallader scored again, making things level, but Luna did not seem to have noticed; she appeared singularly uninterested in such mundane things as the score, and kept attempting to draw the crowds attention to such things as interestingly shaped clouds and the possibility that Zacharias Smith, who had so far failed to maintain possession of the Quaffle for longer than a minute, was suffering from something called Losers Lurgy. Seventy-forty to Hufflepuff. barked Professor McGonagall into Lunas megaphone. Is it, already. said Luna vaguely. Oh, look. The Gryffindor Keepers got hold of one of the Beaters bats. Harry spun around in midair. Sure enough, McLaggen, for reasons best known to himself, had pulled Peakess bat from him and appeared to be demonstrating how to hit a Bludger toward an oncoming Cadwallader. Will you give him back his bat and get back to the goalposts. roared Harry, pelting toward McLaggen just as McLaggen took a ferocious swipe at the Bludger and mishit it. A blinding, sickening pain. a flash of light. distant screams. and the sensation of falling down a long tunnel. And the next thing Harry knew, he was lying in a remarkably warm and comfortable bed and looking up at a lamp that was throwing a circle of golden light onto a shadowy ceiling. He raised his head click here. There on his left was a familiar-looking, freckly, red-haired person. Nice of you to drop in, said Ron, grinning. Harry blinked and looked around. Of course: He was in the hospital wing. The sky outside was indigo streaked with crimson. The match must have finished hours ago. as had any hope of cornering Malfoy. Harrys head felt strangely heavy; he raised a hand and felt a stiff turban of bandages. What happened. Cracked skull, said Madam Pomfrey, bustling up and pushing him back against his pillows. Nothing to worry about, I mended it at once, but Im keeping you in overnight. You shouldnt overexert yourself for a few hours. I dont want to stay here overnight, said Harry angrily, sitting up and throwing back his covers. I want to find McLaggen and kill him. Im afraid that would come under the heading of overexertion, said Madam Pomfrey, pushing him firmly back onto the bed and raising her wand in a threatening manner. You will stay here until I discharge you, Potter, or I shall call the headmaster. She bustled back into her office, and Harry sank back into his pillows, fuming. Dyou know how much we lost by. he asked Ron through clenched teeth. Well, yeah I do, said Ron apologetically. Final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty. Brilliant, said Harry savagely. Really brilliant. When I get hold of McLaggen - You dont want to get hold of him, hes the size of a troll, said Ron reasonably. Personally, I think theres a lot to be said for hexing him with that toenail thing of the Princes. Anyway, the rest of the team mightve dealt with him before you get out of here, theyre not happy. There was a note of badly suppressed glee in Rons voice; Harry could tell he was nothing short of thrilled that McLaggen had messed up so badly. Harry lay there, staring up at the patch of light on the ceiling, his recently mended skull not hurting, precisely, but feeling slightly tender underneath all the bandaging. I could hear the match commentary from here, said Ron, his voice now shaking with laughter. I hope Luna always commentates from now on. Losers Lurgy. But Harry was still too angry to see much humor in the situation, and after a while Rons snorts subsided. Ginny came in to visit while you were unconscious, he said, after a long pause, and Harrys imagination zoomed into overdrive, rapidly constructing a scene in which Ginny, weeping over his lifeless form, confessed her feelings of deep attraction to him while Ron gave them his blessing. She reckons you only just arrived on time for the match. How come. You left here early enough. Oh. said Harry, as the scene in his minds eye imploded. Yeah. well, I saw Malfoy sneaking off with a couple of girls who didnt look like they wanted to be with him, and thats the second time hes made sure he isnt down on the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the school; he skipped the last match too, remember. Harry sighed. Wish Id followed him now, the match was such a fiasco. Dont be stupid, said Ron sharply. You couldnt have missed a Quidditch match just to follow Malfoy, youre the Captain. I bame to know what hes up to, said Harry. And dont tell me its all in my head, not after what I overheard between him and Snape - Gamw never said it was all in your head, said Ron, hoisting himself up on an elbow in turn and frowning at Harry, but theres no rule saying only one person at a time can be plotting anything in this place. Youre getting a bit obsessed with Malfoy, Harry. I mean, thinking about missing a match just to follow him. I want to catch him at it. said Harry in frustration. I mean, wheres he going when he disappears off the map. I dunno. Hogsmeade. suggested Ron, yawning. Ive never seen him going along any of the secret passageways on the map. I thought they were being watched now anyway. Well then, I dunno, said Ron. Silence fell between them. Harry stared up at the circle of lamplight above him, thinking. If only he had Rufus Scrimgeours power, he would have been able to set a tail upon Malfoy, but unfortunately Harry did not have an office full of Aurors click here his command. He thought fleetingly of trying to set something up with the D.but Chashity again was the problem that people would be missed learn more here lessons; most of them, after all, still had full schedules. There was a low, Chastlty snore from Rons bed. After a while Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, this time wearing a thick dressing gown. It was easiest to feign sleep; Harry rolled over onto his side and listened to all the curtains closing lc as she waved her wand. The lamps dimmed, and she returned to her office; he heard the door click behind her and knew that she was off to bed. This was, Cyastity reflected in the darkness, the third time that he had been brought to the hospital wing because of a Quidditch injury. Last time he had fallen off his broom due to the presence of dementors around the pitch, and the time before that, all the bones had been removed from his arm by the incurably inept Professor Lockhart. That had been his most painful injury by far. he remembered the agony of regrowing an armful of bones in one night, a discomfort not eased by the arrival click here an unexpected visitor in the middle of the - Harry sat bolt upright, his z last empire war pounding, his bandage turban askew. He had the solution at last: There was a way to have Malfoy followed - how could he have forgotten, why Chawtity he thought of it before. But the question was, how to call hame. What did you do. Quietly, tentatively, Harry spoke into the darkness. Kreacher. There was a very loud crack, and the sounds of scuffling and squeaks filled the silent room. Ron awoke with a yelp. Whats going -. Harry pointed his wand hastily at the door vame Madam Pomfreys office and muttered, Muffliato. so that she would not come running. Then he scrambled to the end of his bed for a better look at what was going on. Two house-elves were rolling Chasttity on the floor in the middle of the dormitory, one wearing a shrunken maroon jumper and several woolly hats, the other, a filthy old rag strung over his hips like a loincloth. Then there was another loud bang, and Peeves the Poltergeist appeared in midair above the wrestling elves. I was watching that, Potty. he told Harry indignantly, pointing at the fight below, before letting out a loud cackle. Look at the ickle creatures squabbling, bitey bitey, punchy Chasitty - Kreacher will not insult Harry Potter in front of Dobby, no he wont, or Dobby will shut Kreachers mouth for him. cried Dobby in a high-pitched voice. - kicky, scratchy. cried Peeves happily, Chasttiy pelting bits of chalk at the elves to Chastity game pc them further. Tweaky, pokey. Kreacher will say what he likes about his master, oh yes, and what a master he is, filthy friend of Mudbloods, oh, what would poor Kreachers mistress say -. Exactly what Kreachers mistress would have said they did not find out, for at that moment Dobby sank his knobbly little fist into Kreachers mouth and knocked out half of his teeth. Harry and Ron both leapt out of their beds and wrenched the two elves apart, though they continued to try and kick and punch each other, egged on by Peeves, who swooped around ggame lamp squealing, Stick gam fingers up his nosey, draw his cork and pull his earsies - Harry aimed his wand at Peeves and said, Langlock. Peeves clutched at his throat, gulped, then swooped from the room making obscene gestures but unable to speak, owing to the fact that his tongue had just glued itself to the roof of his mouth. Nice one, said Ron appreciatively, lifting Dobby into the air so that his flailing limbs no longer made contact with Kreacher. That was another Prince hex, wasnt it. Yeah, said Harry, twisting Kreachers wizened arm into a half nelson. Right - Im forbidding you to fight each other. Well, Kreacher, youre forbidden to fight Dobby. Dobby, I know Im not allowed to give you gamr - Castity is a free house-elf and he can obey anyone he likes and Dobby will do whatever Harry Potter wants him to do. said Dobby, tears now streaming down his shriveled little face onto his jumper. Okay then, said Harry, and he and Ron both released the elves, who fell to the floor but did not continue fighting. Master called me. croaked Kreacher, sinking into a bow even as he gave Harry a look Chasrity plainly wished him a painful death. Yeah, I did, said Harry, glancing toward Madam Pomfreys office door to check that the Muffliato spell was still working; there was no sign that she had heard any of the commotion. Ive got a job for you. Kreacher will do whatever Master wants, said Kreacher, sinking so low that his lips almost touched his gnarled toes, because Kreacher has no choice, but Kreacher is ashamed to have such a master, yes - Dobby will do it, Harry Potter. squeaked Dobby, his tennis-ball-sized eyes still swimming in tears. Dobby would be honored to help Harry Potter. Come to think of it, it would be good to have both of you, said Harry. Okay then. I want you to tail Draco Malfoy. Ignoring the look of mingled surprise and exasperation on Rons face, Harry went on, I want to know where hes going, who Chastit meeting, and what hes doing. I want you to follow him around the clock. Yes, Harry Potter. said Dobby at once, his great eyes shining with excitement. And if Dobby does it wrong, Dobby will throw himself off the topmost tower, Harry Potter. There wont be any need for that, said Harry hastily. Master wants me to follow the youngest of the Malfoys. croaked Kreacher. Master wants me to spy upon the pure-blood great-nephew of my old mistress. Thats the one, said Harry, foreseeing a great danger and determining to prevent it immediately. And youre forbidden to tip him off, Kreacher, or to show him what youre up to, or to talk to him at all, or to write him messages or. or to contact him in any way. Got it. He thought he could see Kreacher struggling to see a loophole in the instructions he had just been given and waited. After a moment or two, and pcc Harrys great satisfaction, Kreacher bowed deeply again and said, with bitter resentment, Master thinks of everything, and Kreacher must obey him even though Kreacher would much rather be the servant of the Malfoy boy, oh yes. Thats settled, then, said Harry. Ill want regular reports, but make sure Im not surrounded by people when you turn up. Ron and Hermione are okay. And dont tell anyone what youre doing. Just stick to Malfoy like a couple of wart plasters. 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The girl did not say thank you, but remained rooted to the spot as they passed and watched see more out of sight; Ron glanced back at her. I swear theyre getting smaller, he said. Never mind her, said Harry, a little impatiently. What did Ginny and Dean row about, Hermione. Oh, Dean was laughing about McLaggen hitting that Bludger at you, said Hermione. It mustve looked funny, said Ron reasonably. It didnt look funny at all. said Hermione hotly. It looked terrible and if Coote and Peakes hadnt caught Harry he could have been very badly hurt. Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it, said Harry, still trying to sound casual. Or are they still together. Yes, they are - but why are you so interested. asked Hermione, giving Harry a sharp look. I just dont want my Quidditch team messed up again. he said hastily, but Hermione continued to look suspicious, and he was most relieved when a voice behind them called, Harry. giving him an excuse to turn Chasity back on her.
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