But you are the seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about is this... the Golden Snitch. And you don’t have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers – ’ ‘– unless they crack my head open.’ ‘Don’t worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers – I mean, they’re like a pair of human Bludgers themselves.’ Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.