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Ron's door opened. They stared at each other. Except that he looked pale and shocked, Ron was indistinguishable from Crabbe, from the pudding-bowl haircut to the long, gorilla arms.
"Your Bludger?" said Harry, anger rising once more. "What d'you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger try and kill me?"
Percy looked affronted.
"Ready to resume play?" she asked Wood.
"Evening, Rubeus," said Riddle sharply.
"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful," said Madam Pomfrey grimly, throwing Harry a pair of pajamas. "You'll have to stay the night ......
Harry scrambled around, trying to pick it all up before the dwarf started singing, causing something of a holdup in the corridor.
"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" said Hermione as they edged into the chattering crowd. "Someone told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young - maybe it'll be him."
"Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come by my diary?"
"Enter," said the old wizard in a feeble voice.
"Now, Harry," said Lockhart. "When Draco points his wand at you, you do this."
"Yeah. . ." said Ron slowly.
"What's up?" said Ron, looking at him with concern.
"Training for the ballet, Potter?" yelled Malfoy as Harry was forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and he fled, the Bludger trailing a few feet behind him; and then, glaring back at Malfoy in hatred, he saw it - the Golden Snitch. It was hovering inches above Malfoy's left ear - and Malfoy, busy laughing at Harry, hadn't seen it.
Harry walked over to the bed, open-mouthed, treading on a few loose pages of Travels with Trolls. As he and Neville pulled the blankets back onto his bed, Ron, Dean, and Seamus came in. Dean swore loudly.