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"Of course he does," said Hermione quietly. "Don't let Malfoy get to you, Ron -"
"Amos, be careful!" said a few of the wizards warningly as Mr. Diggory squared his shoulders, raised his wand, marched across the clearing, and disappeared into the darkness. Hermione watched him vanish with her hands over her mouth.
"Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand - Krum!"
"I knew it," said Mr. Weasley heavily. "Ministry blunders. . . culprits not apprehended.
Squeezing the bubotubers was disgusting, but oddly satisfying. As each swelling was popped, a large amount of thick yellowish-green liquid burst forth, which smelled strongly of petrol. They caught it in the bottles as Professor Sprout had indicated, and by the end of the lesson had collected several pints.
"What?" Harry yelled, looking wildly around through his Omnioculars. "But Levski's got the Quaffle!"
"Peeves, get down here NOW!" barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat
"That's 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 from side to side.
"We didn't do that!" said Harry, gesturing up at the skull.
"Excuse me?" said Mr. Diggory, incredulously.
"When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool," she told the first years. "When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table.
"Hear, hear!" said Harry and Ron loudly as the empty dishes filled magically before their eyes.
it was only the Death Eaters who ever knew how to conjure it. I'd be very surprised if the person who did it hadn't been a Death Eater once, even if they're not now. . Listen, it's very late, and if your mother hears what's happened she'll be worried sick. We'll get a few more hours sleep and then try and get an early Portkey out of here."
Mr. Diggory's head looked around at Mrs. Weasley.
Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with her arms full of books.
One of the Bulgarian Beaters, Volkov, swung hard at a passing Bludger with his small club, knocking it into Moran's 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!"