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"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 his terms, that's all. . .
"Beauxbatons," muttered Hermione.
"Voldemort's - "Harry, come on!"
. . they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him. . . ."
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team!
"Yes," said Malfoy resentfully.
heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the top people at the Ministry. . . . Maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley. . . yes.
"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Hall; many of them were whispering excitedly to one another, and Harry himself was far more interested in hearing about the tournament than in worrying about deaths that had happened hundreds of years ago.
"It's bewitched," said Hermione. "If a Muggle looks at it, all they see is a moldering old ruin with a sign over the entrance saying DANGER, DO NOT ENTER, UNSAFE."
Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with her arms full of books.
As Mr. Weasley vanished, Bill and Charlie entered the kitchen.
"I have only two words to say to you," he told them, his deep voice echoing around the Hall. "Tuck in."
Hermione rounded on him.
"I've never seen one!" said Hermione.
"Dad, what's going on?" he called through the dark. "Fred, George, and Ginny got back okay, but the others -"
When the puddings too had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard.
There was a deafening groan from the crowd; Krum's nose looked broken, there was blood everywhere, but Hassan Mostafa didn't blow his whistle. He had become distracted, and Harry couldn't blame him; one of the veela had thrown a handful of fire and set his broom tail alight.;