I’m so happy, for Oliver Wood’s sake, that he graduated at the end of Harry’s third year. imagine if his last year had been during the triwizard tournament, and he rolls up to school just to hear Dumbledore casually announce, “btw, no Quidditch this year.” there would have been bloodshed.
“STOP THEM!” shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.