¡°Certainly, certainly,¡± said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. ¡°Let me draw you up a chair ¡ª¡±
Black stopped struggling, though his hollowed eyes were still fixed on Scabbers, who was clamped tightly under Ron's bitten, scratched, and bleeding hands.
¡°Well,¡± said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, ¡°partly, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me.¡±
¡°Flint's excuse is that their Seeker's arm's still injured,¡± said Wood, grinding his teeth furiously. ¡°But it's obvious why they're doing it. Don't want to play in this weather. Think it'll damage their chances¡¡±
A list of books for next year is enclosed.
Harry lay there, not saying a word. They had lost¡for the first time ever, he had lost a Quidditch match.