I was aiming at the frog and shouted: "subtraxerim utilium!" Everything went in slow motion. Ron pushed Malfoy, who caught himself from falling right in front of my wand. At the horror of everyone, my spell hit him and he disappeared, his black robes in a pile on the ground. Professor McGonagall was the first to react after a shocked silence. "I warned you about NOT hitting any students! Where is Mr. Malfoy, Potter?" She was looking worried and I slowly made my way to the Slytherin's robes. I stopped myself when a little blond headed boy, not older than 2, stood up, clothes way too big around him, making him stumble forwards before he caught himself and asked in a confused tone: "Hawwy?"