'Well done, Harry!' said Percy, looking delighted.
'Ten Galleons to me! Must find Penelope, excuse me —'
'Good on you, Harry!' roared Seamus Finnigan.
'Ruddy brilliant!' boomed Hagrid over the heads of the milling Gryffindors.
'That was quite some Patronus,' said a voice in Harry's ear.
Harry turned around to see Professor Lupin, who looked both shaken and pleased.
'The Dementors didn't affect me at all!' Harry said excitedly. 'I didn't feel a thing!'
'That would be because they — er — weren't Dementors,' said Professor Lupin. 'Come and see —'
He led Harry out of the crowd until they were able to see the edge of the pitch.
'You gave Mr Malfoy quite a fright,' said Lupin.
Harry stared. Lying in a crumpled heap on the ground were Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team captain,
all struggling to remove themselves from long, black, hooded robes.
It looked as though Malfoy had been standing on Goyle's shoulders.
Standing over them, with an expression of the utmost fury on her face, was Professor McGonagall.
'An unworthy trick!' she was shouting. 'A low and cowardly attempt to sabotage the Gryffindor Seeker!
Detention for all of you, and fifty points from Slytherin!
I shall be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this, make no mistake! Ah, here he comes now!'