"We did it!"
That day, Fred and George gathered Harry, Ron, and the others in a corner of the common room and made a solemn announcement.
"Did what?" Harry had been terribly busy lately and was rather confused.
He no longer had to spend his time writing that line because of detention.
With Wood's graduation, the Gryffindor team had lost a crucial member: its Keeper, a position second only to the Seeker in importance in a Quidditch match.
The new captain, Angelina, had asked Harry to help find someone suitable who could become a pillar in front of the goalposts. After all, although the Seeker could decide victory or defeat, without a competent Keeper, a team could still lose on points even if its Seeker caught the Golden Snitch.
The Quidditch World Cup held in Britain had proved precisely that. Even though Krum had ultimately caught the Golden Snitch and displayed some impressive Quidditch skills, a loss was a loss.
Ron wanted to try out for the Keeper position. Although his shady deal with the Weasley Brothers included their support for him joining the Quidditch team during the official trials, that was on the condition that he performed well enough.
So, besides helping Angelina find suitable candidates, Harry also had to practice with his best friend.
"The quill we took from Umbridge," George reminded him. "You haven't forgotten, have you, Harry? Our plan isn't quite over yet."
"O-of course not..." Remembering the pain that afternoon, Harry instinctively rubbed the back of his hand. "I thought it was over, otherwise..."
"That won't do, Harry." Fred shook his head. "George and I have a goal: to drive that old woman Umbridge out of school and let someone more suitable take the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. These last