Day 254-Harry Potter 254-Book 2-分享朋友圈打卡!!!
The rain was falling more heavily now. On Madam Hooch's whistle,Harry kicked hard into the air and heard the telltale whoosh of the Bludgerbehind him. Higher and higher Harry climbed; he looped and swooped, spiraled,zigzagged, and rolled. Slightly dizzy, he nevertheless kept his eyes wide open,rain was speckling his glasses and ran up his nostrils as he hung upside down,avoiding another fierce dive from the Bludger. He could hear laughter from thecrowd; he knew he must look very stupid, but the rogue Bludger was heavy andcouldn't change direction as quickly as Harry could; he began a kind ofroller-coaster ride around the edges of the stadium, squinting through thesilver sheets of rain to the Gryffindor goal posts, where Adrian Pucey wastrying to get past Wood.
A whistling in Harry's ear told him the Bludger had just missed himagain; he turned right over and sped in the opposite direction.
"Training for the ballet, Potter?" yelled Malfoy as Harrywas forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and hefled, the Bludger trailing a few feet behind him; and then, glaring back atMalfoy in hatred, he saw it - the Golden Snitch. It was hovering inches aboveMalfoy's left ear - and Malfoy, busy laughing at Harry, hadn't seen it.
For an agonizing moment, Harry hung in midair, not daring to speedtoward Malfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch.
WHAM.
He had stayed still a second too long. The Bludger had hit him atlast, smashed into his elbow, and Harry felt his arm break. Dimly, dazed by thesearing pain in his arm, he slid sideways on his rain-drenched broom, one kneestill crooked over it, his right arm dangling useless at his side - the Bludgercame pelting back for a second attack, this time aiming at his face - Harryswerved out of the way, one idea firmly lodged in his numb brain: get toMalfoy.
Through a haze of rain and pain he dived for the shimmering,sneering face below him and saw its eyes widen with fear: Malfoy thought Harrywas attacking him.
"What the -" he gasped, careening out of Harry's way.
Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch;he felt his fingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping thebroom with his legs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headedstraight for the ground, trying hard not to pass out.
With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. Hisarm was hanging at a very strange angle; riddled with pain, he heard, as thoughfrom a distance, a good deal of whistling and shouting. He focused on theSnitch clutched in his good hand.
"Aha," he said vaguely. "We've won."
And he fainted.
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