[Outside in the courtyard, day time. Oliver and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.]
Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players. Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and a Seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls. [picks up a red one] This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. [Points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance.] The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. [throws ball to Harry.] With me so far?
Harry: [throws back] I think so. What are those? [points to two squirming chained down balls.]
Oliver: You better take this. [hands Harry a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it.] Careful now, it's coming back. [The balls comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, surprisingly without damaging it.] Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater. Uh-oh. [The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.]
"Harry, you make a decent Beater." Fred said.
"Very decent." George says.
Harry: What was that?!
Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you are a Seeker. And the only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch. [hands Harry a walnut sized golden ball.]
Harry: I like this ball.
Sirius said, "James also likes that ball."
Oliver: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver: You catch it. Before the other team's Seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.
[The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry keeps an eye on it.]
Harry: Whoa!
[In Professor Flitwick's class. Filtwick is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books to make up for his stature and to see his class.]
Flitwick: One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you have your feathers? [Hermione raises hers.] Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practising. Hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone.
All (including Flitwick): The swish and flick.
Flitwick: Good. Oh, and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then.
[The class begin to enunciate and doing the movements on their feathers]
Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.
"Malfoy! You're saying it wrong! It's Levi-o-sa, not Levio-saaa!" Audrey says while Draco was glad that he got her attention.
All: Wingardium Leviosa.
Ron: Wingardrium Leviosar! [He waves his wand really fast numerous times because he thinks the spell didn't work. Hermione and Audrey stops him.]
Audrey: No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out.
Hermione: Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar.
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