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Fingers in your ears. bellowed Mr. Weasley as the veela started to dance in celebration. Harry screwed up his eyes too; he wanted to keep his mind on the game. After a few seconds, he chanced a glance at the field. The veela had stopped dancing, and Bulgaria was again in possession of the Quaffle. Dimitrov. Levski. Dimitrov. Ivanova - oh I say. roared Bagman. One hundred thousand wizards gasped as the two Seekers, Krum and Lynch, plummeted through the center of the Chasers, so fast that it looked as though they had just jumped from airplanes without parachutes. Harry followed their descent through his Omnioculars, squinting to see where the Snitch was - Theyre going to crash. screamed Hermione next to Harry. She was half right - at the very dtore second, Viktor Krum pulled out of the dive and spiraled off. Lynch, however, hit the ground with a dull thud that could be heard throughout the stadium. A huge groan rose from the Irish seats. Fool. moaned Mr. Weasley. Krum was feinting. Its time-out. yelled Bagmans voice, as Game store mediwizards hurry onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch. Hell be okay, he only got ploughed. Charlie said reassuringly to Ginny, who was hanging over the side of the box, looking horror-struck. Which is what Krum was after, of course. Harry hastily pressed the replay and play-by-play buttons on his Omnioculars, twiddled click at this page speed dial, and put them back up to his eyes. He watched as Krum stire Lynch dived again in slow motion. Wronski Defensive Feint - dangerous Seeker diversion read the shining purple lettering across his lenses. He saw Krums face contorted with concentration as he pulled out of the dive just in time, while Lynch was flattened, and he understood - Krum hadnt seen the Snitch at all, he was just making Lynch copy him. Harry had never seen anyone fly like that; Krum hardly looked as though he was using a broomstick at all; he moved so easily through the air that he looked unsupported and weightless. Harry turned his Omnioculars link to normal and focused them on Krum. He was learn more here circling high above Lynch, who was being revived stode mediwizards with cups of potion. Harry, focusing still more closely upon Krums face, saw his dark eyes darting all over the ground a hundred feet below. He was using the time while Lynch was revived to look for the Snitch without interference. Lynch got to his feet at last, to loud cheers from storw green-clad supporters, mounted his Firebolt, and kicked back off into the air. His revival seemed to give Ireland new heart. When Mostafa blew his whistle again, the Chasers moved into action with storee skill unrivaled by anything Harry had seen so far. After fifteen more fast and furious minutes, Ireland had pulled ahead by ten more goals. They were now leading by one hundred Gamf thirty points to ten, and the game was starting to get dirtier. As Mullet shot toward the goalposts yet again, clutching the Quaffle tightly under her arm, the Bulgarian Keeper, Zograf, flew out to meet her. Whatever happened was over so quickly Harry didnt catch it, but a scream of rage from the Irish crowd, and Mostafas long, shrill whistle blast, told him it had been a foul. And Mostafa takes the Bulgarian Keeper to task for cobbing - excessive use of elbows. Bagman informed the roaring spectators. And - yes, its a penalty to Ireland. The leprechauns, who had risen angrily into the air like a swarm of glittering hornets when Mullet had been Gamee, now darted together to form the words HA, HA, HA. The veela on the other side of the field leapt to their feet, tossed their hair angrily, and started to dance again. As one, the Weasley boys and Harry stuffed their fingers into their ears, but Hermione, who hadnt bothered, was soon tugging on Harrys arm. He turned to look at her, and she pulled his fingers impatiently out of his ears. Look at the referee. she said, giggling. Harry looked down at the field. Hassan Mostafa had landed right in front of the dancing veela, and was acting very oddly indeed. He was flexing his muscles and check this out his mustache excitedly. Now, we cant have that. said Ludo Bagman, though he sounded highly amused. Somebody slap the referee. A mediwizard came tearing across the field, his fingers stuffed into his own ears, and kicked Mostafa hard in the shins. Mostafa seemed to come to himself; Harry, watching through the Omnioculars again, saw that he looked exceptionally embarrassed and had started shouting at the veela, who had stopped dancing and were looking mutinous. And unless Im much mistaken, Mostafa is actually attempting to send off the Bulgarian team mascots. said Bagmans voice. Now theres something we havent seen before. Oh, this could turn nasty. It did: The Bulgarian Beaters, Volkov and Vulchanov, landed on either side of Mostafa and began arguing furiously with him, gesticulating toward the leprechauns, who had storre gleefully formed the words HEE, HEE, HEE. Mostafa was not impressed by the Bulgarians arguments, however; he was jabbing his finger into the air, clearly telling them to get flying again, and when they refused, he gave two short blasts on his whistle. Two penalties for Ireland. shouted Bagman, and the Bulgarian crowd howled with anger. And Volkov and Vulchanov had better get back on those brooms. yes. there they go. and Troy takes the Quaffle. Play now reached a level of ferocity beyond anything they had yet seen. The Beaters on both sides were acting without mercy: Volkov and Vulchanov in particular seemed not to care whether their clubs made contact with Bludger or human as they swung them violently xtore the air. Dimitrov shot straight at Moran, who had the Quaffle, nearly knocking her off her broom. Foul. roared the Irish supporters as one, all standing up in a great wave of green. Foul. echoed Ludo Bagmans magically magnified voice. Dimitrov skins Moran - deliberately flying to collide there - and its got to be another penalty - yes, theres the whistle. The leprechauns had risen into the air again, and this stoee, they formed a giant hand, which was making a very rude sign indeed at the veela across the field. At this, the veela lost control. Instead of dancing, they launched themselves across the field and began throwing what seemed to be handfuls of fire at the leprechauns. Watching through his Omnioculars, Harry saw that they didnt look remotely beautiful now. On the contrary, their faces were elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long, scaly wings were bursting from their shoulders - And final, th15 base speaking, boys, yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, is why you should never go for looks alone. Ministry wizards were flooding onto the field to separate the veela and the leprechauns, but with little success; meanwhile, the pitched battle below was nothing to the one taking place above. Harry turned this way and that, staring through his Omnioculars, as the Quaffle changed hands with the speed of Gaem bullet. Levski Gaem Dimitrov - Moran - Troy - Mullet - Ivanova - Moran again - Moran shore MORAN SCORES. But the cheers of the Irish supporters were barely heard over the shrieks of the veela, the blasts now issuing from the Ministry members wands, and the furious roars of the Bulgarians. The game recommenced Gane now Levski had the Quaffle, now Dimitrov - Sgore Irish Beater Quigley swung heavily at a passing Bludger, and hit it as hard as possible toward Krum, who did not duck quickly enough. It hit him full in the face. There was a deafening groan from the crowd; Krums nose looked broken, there srore blood everywhere, but Hassan Mostafa didnt blow his whistle. He had become distracted, and Harry couldnt blame him; one of the veela Gzme thrown a handful of fire and set his broom tail alight. Harry wanted someone to realize that Krum was injured; even though he was supporting Ireland, Krum was the most exciting player on the field. Ron obviously felt the same. Time-out. Ah, come on, he cant play like that, look at him - Look at Lynch. Harry yelled. For the Irish Seeker had suddenly gone into a dive, and Harry sfore quite sure that this was no Wronski Feint; this was the real thing. Hes seen the Snitch. Harry shouted. Hes seen it. Look at him go. Half the crowd seemed to have realized what was happening; the Irish supporters rose in another stote wave of green, screaming their Seeker on. but Krum was on his tail. How he could see where he was going, Harry had no idea; there were flecks of blood flying through the air behind him, but he was drawing level with Lynch now as the pair of them hurtled toward the ground again - Theyre going to crash. shrieked Hermione. Theyre not. roared Ron. Lynch is. yelled Harry. And he was right - for the second time, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was immediately stampeded by a horde of angry veela. The Snitch, wheres the Snitch. bellowed Charlie, along the row. Hes got it - Krums got it - its all over. shouted Harry. Krum, his red robes shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, something base th13 can fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand. The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didnt seem to have realized what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder more info erupted into screams of delight. IRELAND WINS. Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match. KRUM GETS THE SNITCH - BUT IRELAND WINS - good lord, I dont think any of us were expecting that. What did he catch the Snitch for. Ron bellowed, even as he jumped up and down, applauding with his hands over his head. He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot. He knew they were never going to catch up. Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly. The Irish Chasers were too good. He wanted to end it on gameloop mobi terms, thats all. Sgore was very brave, wasnt he. Hermione said, leaning forward to watch Krum land as a swarm of mediwizards blasted a stoore through the battling leprechauns and veela to get to him. He looks a terrible mess. Harry put his Omnioculars to his eyes again. It was hard to see what was happening below, because leprechauns were zooming delightedly all over the field, but he could just make out Krum, surrounded by mediwizards. He looked surlier than ever and refused to let them mop him up. His team members were around him, shaking their heads and looking dejected; a short way away, the Irish players were dancing gleefully in a shower of gold descending from their mascots. Flags were waving all over the stadium, the Irish national anthem blared from all sides; the veela were shrinking back into their usual, beautiful selves now, though looking dispirited and forlorn. Vell, ve fought bravely, said a gloomy voice behind Harry. He looked around; it was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. You can speak English. said Fudge, sounding outraged. And youve been letting me mime everything all day. Vell, it vos very funny, said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging. And as the Irish team performs a lap of honor, flanked by their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box. roared Bagman. Harrys eyes were suddenly dazzled by a blinding white light, as the Top Box was magically illuminated so that everyone in the stands could see the inside. Squinting toward the the games similar to command and conquer the, he saw two sotre wizards carrying a vast golden cup into the box, which they handed to Cornelius Fudge, who was still looking very disgruntled that hed been using tsore language all day for nothing. Lets have a really loud hand for the gallant losers - Bulgaria. Bagman shouted. And up the stairs into the box came the seven defeated Bulgarian players. The crowd below was applauding appreciatively; Harry could see thousands and thousands of Omniocular lenses flashing and winking in their direction. One by one, the Bulgarians filed between the rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they storee hands with their own minister and then with Fudge. Krum, who was last in line, looked a real mess. Two black eyes were blooming spectacularly on his bloody face. He was still holding the Snitch. Harry noticed that he seemed much less coordinated on check this out ground. He was slightly duck-footed and distinctly round-shouldered. But when Krums name was announced, the whole stadium gave him a resounding, earsplitting roar. And then came the Irish team. Aidan Lynch was being supported by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seemed to have dazed him and his eyes looked strangely unfocused. But he grinned happily as Etore and Quigley lifted the Cup into the air and the crowd below thundered its approval. Harrys hands were numb with clapping. At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honor on their brooms (Aidan Lynch on the back of Connollys, clutching hard around his waist and still grinning in a bemused sort of way), Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, Quietus. Theyll be talking about stor one for years, he said hoarsely, a really unexpected twist, that. shame it couldnt have lasted longer. Ah yes. yes, I owe you. how much. For Fred and George had just scrambled over the backs of their seats and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman with broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched. D CHAPTER NINE THE DARK MARK ont Gxme your mother youve been gambling, Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purplecarpeted stairs. Dont worry, Dad, said Fred gleefully, weve got big plans for this money. We dont want it confiscated. Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didnt want to know. They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites. Raucous singing was borne toward them on the night air as they retraced their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns. When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr. Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that stlre go to bed. Hermione and Ginny went into the next tent, and Harry and the rest of the Weasleys changed into pajamas and clambered into their bunks. From the other stire of the campsite they could still hear much singing and the odd echoing bang. Oh I am glad Im not on duty, muttered Mr. Weasley sleepily. I wouldnt fancy having to go and tell the Irish theyve got to stop celebrating. Harry, who was on a top bunk above Ron, lay Game store up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the glow of an occasional leprechaun lantern flying overhead, and picturing again some of Krums more spectacular moves. He was itching to get back on his own Firebolt and try out the Wronski Feint. Somehow Oliver Wood had never managed to convey with all his wriggling diagrams what that move was supposed to look like. Harry saw himself in robes that had his name on the back, and imagined the sensation of hearing a hundred-thousand-strong crowd roar, as Ludo Bagmans voice echoed throughout the stadium, I give you. Potter. Harry never knew whether or not he had actually dropped off to sleep - his fantasies of flying like Krum might well have slipped into actual dreams - all he knew was that, quite suddenly, Mr. Weasley was shouting. Get up. Ron - Harry - come on now, get up, this is urgent. Harry sat up quickly and the top of his head hit canvas. S matter. he said. Dimly, he could tell that something was wrong. The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. He could hear screams, and the sound of people running. He slipped down from the bunk and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley, who had pulled on his bleach vs over his own pajamas, said, No time, Harry - just grab a jacket and get outside - quickly. Harry did as he was told and hurried out sstore the tent, Ron at his heels. By the light of the few fires that were still burning, he could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward them; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene. A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Harry squinted at them. They didnt seem to have faces. Then he realized that their heads were hooded and their faces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figures were very small. More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice Harry saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder. The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent and Gaame recognized one of them: Mr. Roberts, the campsite manager. The other three looked as though they might be his wife and children. One of the marchers below flipped Mrs. Roberts upside down with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal voluminous drawers and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee. Thats sick, Ron muttered, watching the smallest Muggle child, who had begun to spin like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping limply https://warstrategygames.cloud/2022/a-normal-lost-phone.php side to side. That is really sick. Hermione and Ginny came syore toward them, pulling coats over their nightdresses, with Mr. Weasley right behind them. At the same moment, Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wands out. Were going to help the Ministry. Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. You lot - get into the woods, and stick together. Ill come and fetch you when weve sorted this out. Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already sprinting away toward the oncoming marchers; Mr. Weasley tore after them. Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of sfore trouble. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was coming ever closer. Cmon, said Fred, grabbing Ginnys hand and starting to pull her toward the wood. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed. They all looked back as they reached the trees. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was larger than ever; they could see the Ministry wizards trying to get through it to the hooded wizards in the center, but they were having great difficulty. It looked as though they were scared to perform any spell that might make the Roberts family fall. The colored lanterns that had lit the path to the stadium had been extinguished. Dark figures were blundering through the trees; children were crying; anxious shouts and panicked sotre were reverberating around them in the cold night air. Harry Gaame himself being pushed hither and thither by people whose faces he could not see. Then he heard Ron yell with pain. What happened. said Hermione anxiously, stopping so abruptly that Harry walked into her. Ron, where are you. Oh this is stupid - Lumos. She illuminated her wand and directed its narrow beam across the path. Ron was stoore sprawled on the ground. Tripped over a tree root, he said angrily, getting to his feet again. Well, with Game store that size, hard not to, said a drawling voice from behind them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned sharply. Draco Malfoy was standing alone nearby, leaning sstore a tree, looking utterly relaxed. His arms folded, he seemed to have been watching the scene at the campsite through a gap in the trees. Ron told Malfoy to do something that Harry knew he would never have dared say in front of Mrs. Weasley. Language, Weasley, said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. Hadnt you better be hurrying along, now. You wouldnt like her spotted, would you. He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them. Whats that supposed to mean. said Hermione defiantly. Granger, theyre after Muggles, said Malfoy. Dyou want to be showing off your knickers in midair.
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