3.harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban-第49部分

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　　The　second　Bludger　grazed　Harry's　elbow。　The　other　Beater；　Bole；　was　closing　in。
　　Harry　had　a　fleeting　glimpse　of　Bole　and　Derrick　zooming　toward　him；　clubs　raised　
　　He　turned　the　Firebolt　upward　at　the　last　second；　and　Bole　and　Derrick　collided　with　a　sickening　crunch。
　　〃Ha　haaa！〃　yelled　Lee　Jordan　as　the　Slytherin　Beaters　lurched　away　from　each　other；　clutching　their　heads。　〃Too　bad；　boys！　You'll　need　to　get　up　earlier　than　that　to　beat　a　Firebold　And　it's　Gryffindor　in　possession　again；　as　Johnson　takes　the　Quaffle　　Flint　alongside　her　　poke　him　in　the　eye；　Angelina！　　it　was　a　joke；　Professor；　it　was　a　joke　　oh　no　　Flint　in　possession；　Flint　flying　toward　the　Gryffindor　goal　posts；　e　on　now；　Wood；　save　！〃
　　But　Flint　had　scored；　there　was　an　eruption　of　cheers　from　the　Slytherin　end；　and　Lee　swore　so　badly　that　Professor　McGonagall　tried　to　tug　the　magical　megaphone　away　from　him。
　　〃Sorry；　Professor；　sorry！　WoiA　happen　again！　So；　Gryffindor　in　the　lead；　thirty　points　to　ten；　and　Gryffindor　in　possession　〃
　　it　was　turning　into　the　dirtiest　game　Harry　had　ever　played　in。　Enraged　that　Gryffindor　had　taken　such　an　early　lead；　the　Slytherins　were　rapidly　resorting　to　any　means　to　take　the　Quaffle。　Bole　hit　Alicia　with　his　club　and　tried　to　say　he'd　thought　she　was　a　Bludger。　George　Weasley　elbowed　Bole　in　the　face　in　retaliation。　Madam　Hooch　awarded　both　teams　penalties；　and　Wood　pulled　off　another　spectacular　save；　making　the　score　forty…ten　to　Gryffindor。
　　The　Snitch　had　disappeared　again。　Malfoy　was　still　keeping　close　to　Harry　as　he　soared　over　the　match；　looking　around　for　it　once　Gryffindor　was　fifty　points　ahead　…
　　Katie　scored。　Fifty…ten。　Fred　and　George　Weasley　were　swooping　around　her；　clubs　raised；　in　case　any　of　the　Slytherins　were　thinking　of　revenge。　Bole　and　Derrick　took　advantage　of　Fred's　and　George's　absence　to　aim　both　Bludgers　at　Wood；　they　caught　him　in　the　stomach；　one　after　the　other；　and　he　rolled　over　in　the　air；　clutching　his　broom；　pletely　winded。
　　Madam　Hooch　was　beside　herself
　　〃YOU　DO　NOT　ATTACK　THE　KEEPER　UNLESS　THE　QUAFFLE　IS　WITHIN　THE　SCORING　AREA！〃　she　shrieked　at　Bole　and　Derrick。　〃Gryffindor　penalty！〃
　　And　Angelina　scored。　Sixty…ten。　Moments　later；　Fred　Weasley　pelted　a　Bludger　at　Warrington；　knocking　the　Quaffle　Out　of　his　hands；　Alicia　seized　it　and　put　it　through　the　Slytherin　goal　　seventy…ten。
　　The　Gryffindor　crowd　below　was　screaming　itself　hoarse　　Gryffindor　was　sixty　points　in　the　lead；　and　if　Harry　caught　the　Snitch　now；　the　Cup　was　theirs。　Harry　could　almost　feel　hundreds　of　eyes　following　him　as　he　soared　around　the　field；　high　above　the　rest　of　the　game；　with　Malfoy　speeding　along　behind　him。
　　And　then　he　saw　it。　The　Snitch　was　sparkling　twenty　feet　above　him。
　　Harry　put　on　a　huge　burst　of　speed；　the　wind　was　roaring　in　his　ears；　he　stretched　out　his　hand；　but　suddenly；　the　Firebolt　was　slowing　down　
　　Horrified；　he　looked　around。　Malfoy　had　thrown　himself　forward；　grabbed　hold　of　the　Firebolt's　tail；　and　was　pulling　it　back。
　　〃You　〃
　　Harry　was　angry　enough　to　hit　Malfoy；　but　couldn't　reach　　Malfoy　was　panting　with　the　effort　of　holding　onto　the　Firebolt；　but　his　eyes　were　sparkling　maliciously。　He　had　achieved　what　he'd　wanted　to　do　　the　Snitch　had　disappeared　again。
　　〃Penalty！　Penalty　to　Gryffindor！　I've　never　seen　such　tactics。〃　Madam　Hooch　screeched；　shooting　up　to　where　Malfoy　was　sliding　back　onto　his　Nimbus　Two　Thousand　and　One。
　　〃YOU　CHEATING　SCUM！〃　Lee　Jordan　was　howling　into　the　megaphone；　dancing　out　of　Professor　McGonagall's　reach。　〃YOU　FILTHY；　CHEATING　B　〃
　　Pprofessor　McGonagall　didn't　even　bother　to　tell　him　off　She　was　actually　shaking　her　finger　in　Malfoys　direction；　her　hat　had　fallen　off；　and　she　too　was　shouting　furiously。
　　Alicia　took　Gryffindor's　penalty；　but　she　was　so　angry　she　missed　by　several　feet。　The　Gryffindor　team　was　losing　concentration　and　the　Slytherins；　delighted　by　Malfoy's　foul　on　Harry；　were　being　spurred　on　to　greater　heights。
　　〃Slytherin　in　possession；　Slytherin　heading　for　goal　　Montague　scores　〃　Lee　groaned。　〃Seventy…　twenty　to　Gryffindor。。。〃
　　Harry　was　now　marking　Malfoy　so　closely　their　knees　kept　hitting　each　other。　Harry　wasn't　going　to　let　Malfoy　anywhere　near　the　Snitch。。。。
　　〃Get　out　of　it；　Potter！〃　Malfoy　yelled　in　frustration　as　he　tried　to　turn　and　found　Harry　blocking　him。
　　〃Angelina　Johnson　gets　the　Quaffle　for　Gryffindor；　e　on；　Angelina；　E　ON！〃
　　Harry　looked　around。　Every　single　Slytherin　player　apart　from　Malfoy　was　streaking　up　the　pitch　toward　Angelina；　including　the　Slytherin　Keeper　　they　were　all　going　to　block　her　
　　Harry　wheeled　the　Firebolt　around；　bent　so　low　he　was　lying　flat　along　the　handle；　and　kicked　it　forward。　Like　a　bullet；　he　shot　toward　the　Slytherins。
　　〃AAAAAAARRRGH！〃
　　They　scattered　as　the　Firebolt　zoomed　toward　them；　Angelina's　Way　was　clear。
　　〃SHE　SCORES！　SHE　SCORES！　Gryffindor　leads　by　eighty　Points　to　twenty！〃
　　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！　Go！　Go！〃　Harry　urged　his　broom。　He　was　gaining　on　Malfay　　Harry　flattened　himself　to　the　broom　handle　as　Bole　sent　a　Bludger　at　him　　he　was　at　Malfoy's　ankles　　he　was　level　
　　Harry　threw　himself　forward；　took　both　hands　off　his　broom。　He　knocked　Malfoy's　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。　The　tiny　golden　ball　was　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　Angelina's；　Alicia's；　and　Katie's　voices；　〃We've　won　the　Cup！　We've　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　noise　and　bodies　pressing　in　on　him。　Then　he；　and　the　rest　of　the　team；　were　hoisted　onto　the　shoulders　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　like　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　Hermione。　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　world's　best　Patronus。
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　　PROFESSOR　TRELAWNEY'S　PREDICTION
　　Harry's　euphoria　at　finally　winning　the　Quidditch　Cup　lasted　at　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　squid　propel　itself　dreamily　across　the　surface　of　the　lake。
　　But　they　couldn't。　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；　they　were　about　to　take　their　O。W。L。s　（Ordinary　Wizarding　Levels）。　Percy　was　getting　ready　to　take　his　N。E。W。T。s　（Nastily　Exhausting　Wizarding　Tests）；　the　highest　qualification　Hogwarts　offered。　As　Percy　hoped　to　enter　the　Ministry　of　Magic；　he　needed　top　grades。　He　was　being　increasingly　edgy；　and　gave　very　severe　punishments　to　anybody　who　disturbed　the　quiet　of　the　mon　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　couldn't　restrain　themselves　when　they　saw　the　exam　schedule　she　had　drawn　up　for　herself。　The　first　column　read：
　　Monday
　　9　o'clock；　Arithmancy
　　9　o'clock；　Transfiguration
　　Lunch
　　1　o'clock；　Charms
　　1　o'clock；　Ancient　Runes
　　〃Hermione？〃　Ron　said　cautiously；　because　she　was　liable　to　explode　when　interrupted　these　days。　〃Er　　are　you　sure　you've　copied　down　these　times　right？〃
　　〃What？〃　snapped　Hermione；　picking　up　the　exam　schedule　and　examining　it。　〃Yes；　of　course　I　have。〃
　　〃Is　there　any　point　asking　how　you're　going　to