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		<title>air rushed through his hair</title>
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　　Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air and then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down &#8212; next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball &#8212; wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching &#8212; he stretched out his hand &#8212; a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.<br />
　　&#8221;HARRY POTTER!&#8221;<br />
　　His heart sank faster than he&#8217;d just dived. Professor McGonagall was running to</p>]]></content:encoded>
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