The Wizarding World The Reign Of Hogwarts High Inquisitor Professor Umbridge

The Aftermath Of Gryffindor Vs Slytherin Quidditch Match

WHAM. A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the small of the back and he flew forwards off his broom. Luckily he was only five or six feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Snitch, but he was winded all the same as he landed flat on his back on the frozen pitch. He heard Madam Hooch's shrill whistle, an uproar in the stands compounded of catcalls, angry yells and jeering, a thud, then Angelina's frantic voice "Are you all right?' 'Course I am,' said Harry grimly, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming towards one of the Slytherin players above him, though he could not see who it was from this angle. 'It was that thug Crabbe,' said Angelina angrily, 'he whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch – but we won, Harry, we won!' Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed "close by. White-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer. 'Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?' he said to Harry. 'I've never seen a worse Keeper ... but then he was born in a bin ... did you like my lyrics, Potter?' Harry didn't answer. He turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph; all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and seemed to be making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone. 'We wanted to write" "another couple of verses!' Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. 'But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly – we wanted to sing about his mother, see –' 'Talk about sour grapes,' said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look. '– we couldn't fit in useless loser either – for his father, you know –' Fred and George had realised what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand, they stiffened, looking round at Malfoy. 'Leave it!' said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. 'Leave it, Fred, let him "yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little –' '– but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?' said Malfoy, sneering. 'Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasleys' hovel smells OK –' Harry grabbed hold of George. Meanwhile, it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for" "his illegal Bludger attack. 'Or perhaps,' said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, 'you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it –' Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting towards Malfoy. He had completely forgotten that all the teachers were watching: all he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible; with no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could" "into Malfoy's stomach – 'Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!' He could hear girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care. Not until somebody in the vicinity yelled 'Impedimenta!' and he was knocked over backwards by the force of the spell, did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach. 'What do you think you're doing?' screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet. It seemed to have been her who had hit him with""the Impediment Jinx; she was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other; her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. ‘I’ve never seen behaviour like it – back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House’s office! Go! Now!’ Harry and George marched off the pitch, both panting, neither saying a word to the Other Professor Umbridge smirked Now Angelina Johnson I Heard What Happened with The Weasley twins and Harry Potter After Your Quidditch Match And I am Disappointed With Their Behavior They Will Receive a Lifelong Ban from Quidditch Indefinitely I'm Afraid Angelina Johnson But Their Behavior is Unacceptable like that