The noise of the storm was even louder in the common room. Harry knew better than to think the match would be canceled; Quidditch matches weren't called off for trifles like thunderstorms. Nevertheless, he was starting to feel very apprehensive. Wood had pointed out Cedric Diggory to him in the corridor; Diggory was a fifth year and a lot bigger than Harry. Seekers were usually light and speedy, but Diggory's weight would be an advantage in this weather because he was less likely to be blown off course.
¡°Seen your pal Hagrid lately?¡± he asked them quietly.
What little color there was in Black's face left it.
¡°I'm so sorry, dear boy,¡± she said dreamily, ¡°the heat of the day, you know¡I drifted off for a moment¡.¡±