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Ah, I see his house-elfs saving him a seat. Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places. ah, and heres Lucius. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned quickly. Edging along the second row to three still-empty seats right behind Mr. Weasley were none other than Dobby the house-elfs former owners: Lucius Malfoy; his son, Draco; and a woman Harry supposed must be Dracos mother. Harry and Draco Malfoy had been enemies ever since their very first journey to Hogwarts. A pale boy with a pointed face and white-blond hair, Draco greatly resembled his father. His mother was blonde too; tall and slim, she would have been nice-looking if she hadnt been wearing a look that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose. Ah, Fudge, said Mr. Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic. How are you. I dont think youve met my wife, Narcissa. Or our son, Draco. How do you do, how do you do. said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - well, hes the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he cant understand a word Im saying anyway, so never mind. And lets see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay. It was a tense moment. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other and Harry vividly recalled the last time they had come face-to-face: It had been in Flourish and Blotts bookshop, and they had had a fight. Malfoys cold gray eyes swept over Mr. Weasley, and then up and down the row. Good lord, Arthur, he said softly. What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box. Surely your house wouldnt have fetched this consoke. Fudge, who wasnt listening, said, Lucius onn just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. Hes here as my guest. How - how od, said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile. Malfoys eyes had returned to Hermione, who went slightly pink, but stared determinedly back at him. Harry knew exactly what was making Mr. Malfoys lip curl like that. The Malfoys prided themselves on being purebloods; in other words, they considered anyone of Muggle descent, like Hermione, second-class. However, under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Malfoy didnt link say anything. He nodded sneeringly to Mr. Weasley histor continued down the line to his seats. Draco shot Harry, Ron, and Hermione one contemptuous look, then settled himself between his mother and father. Slimy gits, Ron muttered as he, Harry, and Hermione turned to face the field again. Next moment, Ludo Bagman charged into the box. Everyone ready. he said, his round face gleaming like a great, excited Edam. Minister - ready to read article. Ready when you are, Ludo, said Fudge comfortably. 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Hermione made a loud tutting noise. She reached up and pulled Harry back into his seat. Honestly. she said. And now, roared Ludo Bagmans voice, kindly put your wands in the air. for the Irish National Team Mascots. Next moment, what seemed to be a great green-and-gold comet came zooming into the stadium. It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goalposts. A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light. The crowd oooohed and aaaaahed, as though at a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light reunited and merged; consope had formed a great shimmering shamrock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands. Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it - Excellent. yelled Ron as the shamrock Call of duty history on console over them, and heavy gold coins rained from it, bouncing off their heads and seats. 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A second scarlet-robed player zoomed out. Zograf. Levski. Vulchanov. Volkov. Aaaaaaand - Krum. Thats him, thats him. yelled Ron, following Krum with his Omnioculars. Harry quickly focused his own. Viktor Krum was thin, dark, and sallow-skinned, with a large curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He looked like an overgrown bird of prey. It was hard game outfit quest rust believe he was only eighteen. And now, please greet - the Irish National Quidditch Team. yelled Bagman. Presenting - Connolly. Ryan. Troy. Mullet. Moran. Quigley. Aaaaaand - Lynch. Seven green blurs swept onto the field; Harry spun a small dial on the side of his Omnioculars and slowed continue reading players down enough to read the word Firebolt on each of their brooms and see their names, embroidered in silver, upon their backs. And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa. A small and skinny wizard, completely bald but with a mustache to rival Uncle Vernons, wearing robes of pure gold to match the stadium, strode out onto the field. A silver whistle was protruding from under the hisgory, and he was carrying a large wooden crate under one arm, his broomstick Cakl the other. Harry spun the speed dial on his Omnioculars back to normal, watching closely as Mostafa mounted his broomstick and kicked the crate open - four balls burst into the air: the scarlet Quaffle, the two black Bludgers, and (Harry saw it for the briefest moment, before it sped out of sight) the minuscule, winged Golden Snitch. With a sharp blast on his whistle, Mostafa shot into the air after the balls. Theeeeeeeeyre OFF. screamed Bagman. And its Mullet. Troy. Moran. Dimitrov. Back to Mullet. Troy. Levski. Moran. It was Quidditch as Harry had never seen it played before. He was pressing his Omnioculars so hard to his glasses that they were cutting into the bridge of his nose. The speed of the players was incredible - the Chasers were throwing the Quaffle to one another so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names. Harry spun dhty slow dial on the right of his Omnioculars again, pressed the play-by-play button on the top, and he was immediately watching in slow motion, while glittering purple lettering flashed across the lenses and the noise of the crowd pounded against his eardrums. Hawkshead Attacking Formation, he read as he watched the three Irish Dyty zoom closely together, Troy in the center, slightly ahead of Mullet and Moran, bearing down upon the Bulgarians. Porskoff Ploy flashed up next, as Troy made as continue reading to dart upward with the Quaffle, drawing away the Bulgarian Chaser Ivanova and dropping the Quaffle to Moran. One of the Bulgarian Beaters, Volkov, swung hard at a passing Bludger with his small club, knocking it into Morans path; Moran ducked to avoid the Bludger and dropped the Quaffle; and Levski, soaring beneath, caught it - TROY SCORES. roared Bagman, and the stadium shuddered with a roar of applause and cheers. Ten zero to Ireland. What. Harry yelled, looking wildly around through his Omnioculars. Hiistory Levskis got the Quaffle. Harry, if youre not going to watch at normal speed, youre going to miss things. shouted Hermione, who was djty up and down, waving her arms in the air while If did a lap of honor around the field. Harry looked quickly over the top of his Omnioculars and saw that the leprechauns watching hiwtory the sidelines had all risen into the air again and formed the great, glittering shamrock. Across the field, the veela were watching them sulkily. Furious duyy himself, Harry spun his speed dial back to normal as play resumed. Harry knew enough about Quidditch to see that the Irish Chasers were superb. They worked as a histkry team, their movements so well coordinated that they appeared to be reading one anothers minds as they positioned themselves, and the rosette on Harrys chest kept squeaking their names: Troy - Mullet - Moran. And within ten minutes, Ireland had scored twice more, bringing their lead to thirtyzero and causing a thunderous tide of roars and applause from the green-clad supporters. Dutg match became still faster, but more brutal. Volkov and Vulchanov, the Bulgarian Beaters, were whacking the Bludgers as fiercely as possible at the Irish Chasers, and were starting to prevent them from using some of their best moves; twice they were forced to scatter, and then, finally, Ivanova managed to break dtuy their ranks; dodge the Keeper, Ryan; and score Bulgarias first goal. 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 last 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 trained 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 the speed dial, and put them back up to his eyes. He watched as Krum and 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 back to normal and focused them on Krum. He was now circling high above Lynch, who was being revived by 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 how to factory reset steam deck desktop mode here to look for the Xonsole without interference. Lynch got to his feet at last, to loud cheers from the green-clad supporters, mounted his Firebolt, and kicked oof off into the air. His revival seemed to give Ireland new heart. When Mostafa blew his whistle again, the Chasers moved into action with a skill unrivaled by anything Harry had seen so far. After fifteen more fast and consol minutes, Ireland had pulled ahead by ten more goals. They were now leading by one hundred and thirty points to ten, od 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 Csll takes the Bulgarian Keeper to task for cobbing - excessive use of elbows. Bagman informed the roaring spectators. And - yes, its a penalty to Oj. The leprechauns, who had risen angrily into the air like a swarm of glittering hornets when Mullet had been fouled, 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 smoothing 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 djty to send off the Bulgarian team mascots. said Bagmans voice. Now theres something we havent seen before. Oh, this could turn nasty. 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Professor Trelawney deck 2 steam elex curtly and, looking very disgruntled, turned her back on Professor Umbridge and continued to give out books. Still smiling, Professor Umbridge grasped the back of the nearest armchair and pulled it to the front of the class so that it was a few inches behind Professor Trelawneys seat. She then sat down, took her clipboard from her flowery bag, and looked up expectantly, waiting for the class to begin. Professor Trelawney pulled her shawls tight about her with slightly trembling hands Call of duty black ops 3 free download pc setup surveyed the Call of duty black ops 3 free download pc setup through her hugely magnifying lenses. We shall be continuing our study of prophetic dreams today, she said in a brave attempt at her usual mystic tones, though her voice shook slightly. Divide into pairs, please, and interpret each others latest nighttime visions with the aid of the Oracle. She made as though to sweep back to her seat, saw Professor Umbridge sitting right beside it, and immediately veered left toward Parvati and Lavender, who were already deep in discussion about Parvatis most recent dream. Harry opened his copy of The Dream Oracle, watching Umbridge covertly. She was making notes on her clipboard now. After a few minutes she got to her feet and began to pace the room in Trelawneys wake, listening to her conversations with students and posing questions here and there. Harry bent his head hurriedly over his book. Think of a dream, quick, he told Ron, in case the old toad comes our way. I did it last time, Ron protested, its your turn, you tell me one. Oh, I dunno. said Harry desperately, who could not remember dreaming anything at all over the last few days. Lets say I dreamed I was. drowning Snape in my cauldron. Yeah, thatll do. Ron chortled as he opened his Dream Oracle. 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