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he changing rooms。 As they rose from the table； Hermione got up； too； and taking Harry's arm she drew him to one side。
'Don't let Ron see what's on those Slytherins' badges；' she whispered urgently。
Harry looked questioningly at her； but she shook her head warn…ingly； Ron had just ambled over to them； looking lost and desperate。
'Good luck； Ron；' said Hermione； standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek。 'And you； Harry …'
Ron seemed to e to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall。 He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him； looking puzzled； as though he was not quite sure what had just happened。 He seemed too distracted to notice much around him； but Harry cast a curious glance at the crown…shaped badges as they passed the Slytherin table； and this time he made out the words etched on to them：
Weasley is our King
With an unpleasant feeling that this could mean nothing good； he hurried Ron across the Entrance Hall； down the stone steps and out into the icy air。
The frosty grass crunched under their feet as they hurried down the sloping lawns towards the stadium。 There was no wind at all and the sky was a uniform pearly white； which meant that visibility would be good without the drawback of direct sunlight in the eyes。 Harry pointed out these encouraging factors to Ron as they walked； but he was not sure that Ron was listening。
Angelina had changed already and was talking to the rest of the team when they entered。 Harry and Ron pulled on their robes （Ron attempted to do his up back…to…front for several minutes before Alicia took pity on him and went to help）； then sat down to listen to the pre…match talk while the babble of voices outside grew steadily louder as the crowd came pouring out of the castle towards the pitch。
'OK； I've only just found out the final line…up for Slytherin；' said Angelina； consulting a piece of parchment。 'Last year's Beaters；
Derrick and Bole； have left； but it looks as though Montague's replaced them with the usual gorillas； rather than anyone who can fly particularly well。 They're two blokes called Crabbe and Goyle； I don't know much about them …'
'We do；' said Harry and Ron together。
'Well； they don't look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from the other；' said Angelina； pocketing her parchment； 'but then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way on to the pitch without signposts。'
'Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mould；' Harry assured her。
They could hear hundreds of footsteps mounting the banked benches of the spectators' stands。 Some people were singing； though Harry could not make out the words。 He was starting to feel nervous； but he knew his butterflies were as nothing pared to Ron's； who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead again； his jaw set and his plexion pale grey。
'It's time；' said Angelina in a hushed voice； looking at her watch。 'C'mon everyone： good luck。'
The team rose； shouldered their brooms and marched in single file out of the changing room and into the dazzling sunlight。 A roar of sound greeted them in which Harry could still hear singing； though it was muffled by the cheers and whistles。
The Slytherin team was standing waiting for them。 They； too； were wearing those silver crown…shaped badges。 The new Captain； Montague； was built along the same lines as Dudley Dursley； with massive forearms like hairy hams。 Behind him lurked Crabbe and Goyle； almost as large； blinking stupidly in the sunlight； swinging their new Beaters' bats。 Malfoy stood to one side； the sunlight gleaming on his white…blond head。 He caught Harry's eye and smirked； tapping the crown…shaped badge on his chest。
'Captains； shake hands；' ordered the referee Madam Hooch； as Angelina and Montague reached each other。 Harry could tell that Montague was trying to crush Angelina's fingers； though she did not wince。 'Mount your brooms：'
Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew。
The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upwards。 Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Ron streak off towards the goalhoops。 Harry zoomed higher； dodging a Bludger； and set off on a wide lap of the pitch； gazing around for a glint of gold； on the other side of the stadium； Draco Malfoy was doing exactly the same。
'And it's Johnson …Johnson with the Quaffle； what a player that girl is； I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me …'
'JORDAN！' yelled Professor McGonagall。
'… just a fun fact； Professor； adds a bit of interest … and she's ducked Warrington； she's passed Montague； she's … ouch … been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe： Montague catches the Quaffle； Montague heading back up the pitch and … nice Bludger there from George Weasley； that's a Bludger to the head for Montague； he drops the Quaffle； caught by Katie Bell； Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse…passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away …'
Lee Jordan's mentary rang through the stadium and Harry listened as hard as he could through the wind whistling in his ears and the din of the crowd； all yelling and booing and singing。
'… dodges Warrington； avoids a Bludger … close call； Alicia … and the crowd are loving this； just listen to them； what's that they're singing？'
And as Lee paused to listen； the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands：
'Weasley cannot save a thing； He cannot block a single ring； That's why Slytherins all sing： Weasley is our King。
'Weasley was born in a bin He always lets the Quaffle in Weasley will make sure we win Weasley is our King。'
'… and Alicia passes back to Angelina！' Lee shouted； and as Harry swerved； his insides boiling at what he had just heard； he knew Lee was trying to drown out the words of the song。 'e on now；
Angelina … looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat！ … SHE SHOOTS … SHE … aaaah：'
Bletchley； the Slytherin Keeper； had saved the goal； he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it； zig…zagging in between Alicia and Katie； the singing from below grew louder and louder as he drew nearer and nearer Ron。
'Weasley is our King； Weasley is our King； He always lets the Quaffle in Weasley is our King。'
Harry could not help himself： abandoning his search for the Snitch； he wheeled around to watch Ron； a lone figure at the far end of the pitch； hovering before the three goalhoops while the massive Warrington pelted towards him。
'… and it's Warrington with the Quaffle； Warrington heading for goal； he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead …'
A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below：
'Weasley cannot save a thing； He cannot block a single ring：〃
'… so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper Weasley； brother of Beaters Fred and George； and a promising new talent on the team … e on； Ron！'
But the scream of delight came from the Slytherins' end： Ron had dived wildly； his arms wide； and the Quaffle had soared between them straight through Ron's central hoop。
'Slytherin score！' came Lee's voice amid the cheering and booing from the crowds below； 'so that's ten…nil to Slytherin … bad luck； Ron。'
The Slytherins sang even louder：
'WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN：'
'… and Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell tanking up the pitch …' cried Lee valiantly； though the singing was now so deafening that he could hardly make himself heard above it。
'WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN WEASLEY IS OUR KING：'
'Harry； WHAT ARE YOU DOING？' screamed Angelina； soaring past him to keep up with Katie。 'GET GOING！'
Harry realised he had been stationary in midair for over a minute； watching the progress of the match without sparing a thought for the whereabouts of the Snitch； horrified； he went into a dive and started circling the pitch again； staring around； trying to ignore the chorus now thundering through the stadium：
'WEASLEY IS OUR KINC； WEASLEY IS OUR KING：'
There was no sign of