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           "FunnyyoushouldmentionDraco’sfather,"saidFlintasthewholeSlytherinteamsmiledstillmorebroadly. "Letmeshowyouthegenerousgifthe’smadetotheSlytherinteam." 

           Allsevenofthemheldouttheirbroomsticks.Sevenhighlypolished,brand-newhandlesandsevensetsoffinegoldletteringspellingthewordsNimbusTwoThousandandOnegleamedundertheGryffindors’nosesintheearlymorningsun. 

           "Verylatestmodel.Onlycameoutlastmonth,"saidFlintcarelessly,flickingaspeckofdustfromtheendofhisown. "IbelieveitoutstripstheoldTwoThousandseriesbyaconsiderableamount. AsfortheoldCleansweeps"-hesmilednastilyatFredandGeorge,whowerebothclutchingCleansweepFives-"sweepstheboardwiththem." 

           NoneoftheGryffindorteamcouldthinkofanythingtosayforamoment.Malfoywassmirkingsobroadlyhiscoldeyeswerereducedtoslits. 

           "Oh,look,"saidFlint."Afieldinvasion." 

           RonandHermionewerecrossingthegrasstoseewhatwasgoingon. 

           "What’shappening?"RonaskedHarry."Whyaren’tyouplaying?Andwhat’shedoinghere?" 

           HewaslookingatMalfoy,takinginhisSlytherinQuidditchrobes. 

           "I’mthenewSlytherinSeeker,Weasley,"saidMalfoy,smugly."Everyone’sjustbeenadmiringthebroomsmyfather’sboughtourteam. 

           Rongaped,open-mouthed,atthesevensuperbbroomsticksinfrontofhim. 

           "Good,aren’tthey?"saidMalfoysmoothly."ButperhapstheGryffindorteamwillbeabletoraisesomegoldandgetnewbrooms,too.