"'Mount your brooms, please." Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off."
Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of Snitch. He has dodged several Blugers. His face prickled by wind.His cloak and hair ruffled.
All of a sudden, Harry caught sight of the Golden Snitch.In great excitement, he hurtled towards it.He could see the little round ball—its wings fluttering, darting up ahead—he put on an extra spurt of speed.
He couched his upper body to reduce resistance and leaned forward. He followed it tightly, speeded up and made several sharp turns before swerving, narrowly missing the obstacles.
Then, it is dashing downward, jerking and twitching as it went. He lowered the front part of the broom and did a nice dive to catch up.
It is coming closer.He grabbed the broom stick with his left hand to stay balanced.Meanwhile, his right hand reached out, fingers stretching.
10 meters, 5 meters…He caught hold of theSnitch.
The game ended.
