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Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet, took off his robe and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view.
But Harry still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.
"Yes, Headmaster," said Snape. "W -- what?" said Harry, scrambling to his feet. "Why?"
"We've got our first match on Saturday!" said Harry, outraged. "I've got to train, Professor!"
"Ah, if only my arm was feeling a bit better!" he sighed as the gale outside pounded the windows.
"Right," said Harry, putting down his empty teacup.
"Because Black turned out to be in league with You-Know-Who?" whispered Madam Rosmerta.
"Maybe he knows how to Apparate," said a Ravenclaw a few feet away, "Just appear out of thin air, you know."
"But Sirius Black escaped from them," Harry said slowly. "He got away..."
But it was considerably more than a bit of rain. Such was the popularity of Quidditch that the whole school turned out to watch the match as usual, but they ran down the lawns toward the Quidditch field, heads bowed against the ferocious wind, umbrellas being whipped out of their hands as they went. just before he entered the locker room, Harry saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, laughing and pointing at him from under an enormous umbrella on their way to the stadium.
"It shouldn't take more than a few weeks," said Professor McGonagall. "You will have it back if we are sure it is jinx-free."
"Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?" said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. "And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven -- it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick." Ron stared broodingly into the Acid Pop box. "Reckon Fred'd take a bit of Cockroach Cluster if I told him they were peanuts?"
"Strong and silent," said Katie, and they started to giggle again.
"I do, Severus," said Dumbledore, and there was something like warning in his voice.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" said Hermione, with a look of maddening superiority.
"That's why he wouldn't say it was from him!" said Ron. "In case some git like Malfoy said it was favoritism. Hey, Harry" -- Ron gave a great whoop of laughter -- "Malfoy! Wait till he sees you on this! He'll be sick as a pig! This is an international standard broom, this is!"