Oliver Wood:
I don't believe it! Where you think you're going, Flint?
Marcus Flint:
Qudditch practice!
Oliver Wood:
I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.
Marcus Flint:
Easy, Wood. I've got a note.
Ron:
Uh-oh. I smell trouble.
Oliver Wood:
"I, Professor Severus Snape do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." You've got a new seeker? Who?
[Malfoy steps out from behind the crowd]

Harry Potter:
Malfoy?
Draco Malfoy:
That's right. And that's not all that's new this year.
[shows everyone the new brooms]

Ron:
Those are Nimbus Two-Thousand and Ones! How'd you get those?
Marcus Flint:
A gift from Draco's father.
Draco Malfoy:
You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.
Hermione Granger:
At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.
Draco Malfoy:
No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!
Ron:
You'll pay for that one Malfoy! Eat slugs!
[Ron 's jinx backfires, hitting him in his chest and knocking him several feet backwards. The Gryffindor team and Hermione run to his side]

Hermione Granger:
You okay, Ron? Say something!
[Ron opens his mouth and coughs up a huge slug and Colin Creevey begins snapping away with his camera]

Colin Creevey:
Wow! Can you turn him around Harry?
Harry Potter:
No Colin! Get out of the way!
[he and Hermione assist Ron up]

Harry Potter:
Come on, let's take him to Hagrid's.
[Ron throws up another slug]

Harry Potter:
He'll know what to do.
[he, Hermione, and Ron run off to Hagrid's as Ron continues to throw up slugs. Malfoy looks at them, then back at his teammates, laughing]
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