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Malfoy had seen the dragon.
"Your father would have been proud," she said. "He was an excellent Quidditch player himself."
"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them."
"What is it?"
"Pig snout," they said and entered.
"The floor?" Harry suggested. "I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads."
Harry jumped off his broom, a foot from the ground. He couldn't believe it. He'd done it -- the game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes. As Gryffindors came spilling onto the field, he saw Snape land nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped -- then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into Dumbledore's smiling face.
"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree -- put it in the far corner, would you?"
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
It happened again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off. Harry tried to turn back toward the Gryffindor goal- posts -- he had half a mind to ask Wood to call time-out -- and then he realized that his broom was completely out of his control. He couldn't turn it. He couldn't direct it at all. It was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him.
"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"
"I think we've lost him," Harry panted, leaning against the cold wall and wiping his forehead. Neville was bent double, wheezing and spluttering.
Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.