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Kneen lived in Yorkshire, which demonstrates the spread of the sport throughout Britain in the hundred years after Gertie Keddle first witnessed it. Kneens letter is deposited in the archives of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic. Dear Olaf, How are you I am well, though Gunhilda had got a touch of dragon pox. We enjoyed a spirited game of Kwidditch last Saturday night, though poor Gunhilda was not up to playing Catcher, and we had to use Radulf the blacksmith instead. The team from Ilkley played well though was no match for us, for we had been practising hard all month and scored fortytwo times. Radulf got a Blooder in the head because old Ugga wasnt quick enough with his club. The new scoring barrels worked well. Three at each end on stilts, Oona from the inn gave us them. She let us have free mead all night because we as well. Gunhilda was a bit angry I got back so late. I had to duck a couple of nasty jinxes but Ive got my fingers back now. Im sending this with the best owl Ive got, hope he makes it. Your cousin, Good Here we see how far the game has progressed in a century. Goods wife was to have played Catcher probably the old term for Chaser. The Blooder (undoubtedly Bludger) that hit Radulf the blacksmith should have been fended off by Ugga, who was obviously playing Beater, as he was carrying a club. The goals are no longer trees, but barrels on stilts. One crucial element in the game was still missing, however: the Golden Snitch The addition of the fourth Quidditch ball did not occur until the middle of the thirteenth century and it came about in a curious manner. Chapter Four The Arrival of the Golden Snitch From the early 1100s, Snidgethunting had been popular among many witches and wizards. The Golden Snidget (see Fig. B) is today a protected species, but at that time Golden Snidgets were common in northern Europe, though difficult to detect by Muggles because of their aptitude at hiding and their very great speed. The diminutive size of the Snidget, coupled with its remarkable agility in the air and talent at avoiding predators, merely added to the prestige of wizards who caught them. A twelfthcentury tapestry preserved in the Museum of Quidditch shows a group setting out to catch a Snidget. In the first portion of the tapestry, some hunters carry nets, others use wands, and still others attempt to catch the Snidget with their bare hands. The tapestry reveals the fact that the Snidget was often crushed by its captor. In the final portion of the tapestry we see the wizard who caught the Snidget being presented with a bag of gold. Snidgethunting was reprehensible in many ways. Every rightminded wizard must deplore the destruction of these peaceloving little birds in the name of sport. Moreover, Snidgethunting, which was usually undertaken in broad daylight, led to more Muggle broomstick sightings than any other pursuit. The Wizards Council of the time, however, was unable to curb the sports popularity indeed, it appears that the Council itself saw little wrong with it, as we shall see. Snidgethunting finally crossed paths with Quidditch in 1269 at a game attended by the Chief of the Wizards Council himself, Barberus Bragge. We know this because of the eyewitness account sent by Madam Modesty Rabnott of Kent to her sister Prudence in Aberdeen (this letter is also on display in the Museum of Quidditch). According to Madam Rabnott, Bragge brought a caged Snidget to the match and told the assembled players that he would award one hundred and fifty Galleons [NOTE: Equivalent to over a Galleons today. Whether Chief Bragge intended to pay or not is a moot point.] to the player who caught it during the course of the game. Madam Rabnott explains what happened next: The players rose as one into the air, ignoring the Quaffle and dodging the Blooders. Both Keepers abandoned the goal baskets and joined the hunt. The poor little Snidget shot up and down the pitch seeking a means of escape, but the wizards in the crowd forced it back with Repelling Spells. Well, Pru, you know how I am about Snidgethunting and what I get like when my temper goes. I ran onto the pitch and screamed, Chief Bragge, this is not sport! Let the Snidget go free and let us watch the noble game of Cuaditch which we have all come to see! If youll believe me. Pru, all the brute did was laugh and throw the empty birdcage at me. Well, I saw red, Pru, I really did. When the poor little Snidget flew My way I did a Summoning Charm. You know how good my Summoning Charms are, Pru of course it was easier for me to aim properly, not being mounted on a broomstick at the time. The little bird came zooming into my hand. I stuffed it down the front of my robes and ran like fury. Well, they caught me, but not before Id got out of the crowds and released the Snidget. Chief Bragge was very angry and for a moment I thought Id end up a horned toad, or worse, but luckily his advisors calmed him down and I was only fined ten Galleons for disrupting the game. Of course Ive never had ten Galleons in my life, so thats the old home gone. Ill be coming to live with you shortly, luckily they didnt take the Hippogriff. And Ill tell you this, Pru, Chief Bragge would have lost my vote if Id had one. Your loving sister,