I zoomed toward the Bludger, trying to figure out what to do. Then, as though it had a mind of its own, my broom dropped several feet. The Bludger rocketed over my head and flew off after someone else.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up, I saw three green blurs flying right at me. I gasped and realised I was still holding the Quaffle, and they were going to triple-team me to get it from me. I swerved up as hard as I could, flying over their heads, but one of them reached up and grabbed my ankle.