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Can I borrow this?

Thanks.

Look, Neville’s got a Remembrall.

I’ve read about those.

The smoke turns red when you’ve forgotten something.

The problem is, I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten.

Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.

“Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches—

—Gringotts goblins acknowledge the breach but insist nothing was taken.

The vault in question, number 713, had been emptied earlier that same day.”

That’s odd.

That’s the vault Hagrid and I went to.

Good afternoon, class.

Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.

Good afternoon, Amanda. Good afternoon.

Welcome to your first flying lesson.

What are you waiting for?

Step up to your broomstick.

Come on now, hurry up.

Stick your hand over the broom and say, “Up.”

Up!

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up!

With feeling.

Shut up, Harry.

Now, once you’ve got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it.

Grip it tight.

You don’t wanna be sliding off the end.

When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground, hard.

Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment—

—then lean forward slightly and touch back down.

On my whistle.

Three, two—

Mr. Longbottom.

• Mr. Longbottom!

Down, down!

Neville!

Come back down this instant!

Everyone out of the way!

Is he all right?

Oh, dear, it’s a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get.

Keep your feet on the ground while I take him to the hospital wing.

Understand?

If I see a single broom in the air—

—the one riding it will be expelled before they can say Quidditch.

Did you see his face?

If he had squeezed this, he’d have remembered to fall on his arse.

Give it here, Malfoy.

No.

I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.

How about on the roof?

What’s the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?

Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said.

Besides, you don’t know how to fly.

What an idiot.

Give it here or I’ll knock you off your broom!

Is that so?

Have it your way, then.

Nice going, Harry.

That was wicked, Harry!

Harry Potter!

Follow me.

You wait here.

Professor Quirrell, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment?

Yes, of course.

Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker.

Have you heard?

Harry Potter’s the new Gryffindor Seeker.

I always knew he’d do well.

Seeker?

But first years never make the house teams.

You must be the youngest player in—

A century, McGonagall says.

Well done, Harry.

Wood’s just told us.

Fred and George are on the team.

Beaters.

Our job is to make sure you don’t get bloodied up too bad.

Can’t make any promises.

Rough game, Quidditch.

But no one’s died in years. Someone vanishes occasionally.

But they’ll turn up in a month or two.

Go on. Quidditch is great. Best game there is, and you’ll be great too.

I’ve never played. What if I make a fool of myself?

You won’t make a fool of yourself. It’s in your blood.

You never told me your father was a Seeker too.

I didn’t know.

I’m telling you, it’s spooky. She knows more about you than you do.

Who doesn’t?

What’s happening?

The staircases change, remember?

Let’s go this way.

Before the staircase moves again.

Does anybody feel like we shouldn’t be here?

We’re not supposed to be here.

This is the third floor.

It’s forbidden.

Let’s go.

It’s Filch’s cat!

Run!

Quick, let’s hide through that door!

It’s locked!

We’re done for!

Move over!

Alohomora.

Get in.

Alohomora?

Standard Book of Spells, chapter seven.

Anyone here, my sweet?

Come on.

Filch is gone.

He thinks this door’s locked.

It was locked.

And for good reason.