Harry spent a lot of time over the next few days dodging out of sight whenever he saw Gilderoy Lockhart coming down a cor- ridor. Harder to avoid was Colin Creevey, who seemed to have memorised Harry's timetable. Nothing seemed to give Colin a big- ger thrill than to say, 'All right, Harry?' six or seven times a day and hear, 'Hullo, Colin,' back, however exasperated Harry sounded when he said it.
Hedwig was still angry with Harry about the disastrous car journey and Ron's wand was still malfunctioning, surpassing itself on Friday morning by shooting out of Ron's hand in Charms and hitting tiny old Professor Flitwick squarely between the eyes, creating a large, throbbing green boil where it had struck. So, with one thing and another, Harry was quite glad to reach the week- end. He, Ron and Hermione were planning to visit Hagrid on Saturday morning. Harry, however, was shaken awake several hours earlier than he would have liked by Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
'Whassamatter?' said Harry groggily.
'Quidditch practice!' said Wood. 'Come on!'
Harry squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink and gold sky. Now he was awake, he couldn't understand how he could have slept through the racket the birds were making.
'Oliver,' Harry croaked, 'it's the crack of dawn.'
'Exactly,' said Wood. He was a tall and burly sixth-year and, at the moment, his eyes were gleaming with a mad enthusiasm. 'It's part of our new training programme. Come on, grab your broom and let's go,' said Wood heartily. 'None of the other teams have started training yet, we're going to be first off the mark this year ...'
Yawning and shivering slightly, Harry climbed out of bed and
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Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1
FanfictionPlease read my first book, Amelia Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. PART 1 and PART 2 first or none of the following will make sense. Thank you. This story is marked CREATIVE COMMONS ATTRIBUTION not becouse I wish for people to rewrite my work but b...
