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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 Krum's face contorted with concentration as he pulled out of the dive just in time； while Lynch was flattened； and he understood…Krum hadn't 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 Krum's 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 the 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 a 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 and thirty points to ten； and the game was starting to get dirtier。
As Mullet shot toward the goal posts 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 didn't catch it； but a scream of rage from the Irish crowd； and Mostafa's 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； it's a penalty to Ireland！〃
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 hadn't bothered； was soon tugging on Harry's 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 can't 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 e 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 I'm much mistaken； Mostafa is actually attempting to send off the Bulgarian team mascots！〃 said Bagman's voice。 〃Now there's something we haven't 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 now 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 through 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 Bagman's magically magnified voice。 〃Dimitrov skins Moran…deliberately flying to collide there…and it's got to be another penalty…yes； there's the whistle！〃
The leprechauns had risen into the air again； and this time； 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 didn't 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 that； 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 Quaffie changed hands with the speed of a bullet。
〃Levski…Dimitrov…Moran…Troy…Mullet…Ivanova…Moran again…Moran…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 remenced immediately； now Levski had the Quaffle； now Dimitrov…
The 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； Krum's nose looked broken； there was blood everywhere； but Hassan Mostafa didn't blow his whistle。 He had bee distracted； and Harry couldn't blame him； one of the veela had 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； e on； he can't play like that； look at him…〃
〃Look at Lynch！〃 Harry yelled。
For the Irish Seeker had suddenly gone into a dive； and Harry was quite sure that this was no Wronski Feint； this was the real thing。。。
〃He's seen the Snitch！〃 Harry shouted。 〃He's seen it！ Look at him go！〃
Half the crowd seemed to have realized what was happening； the Irish supporters rose in another great 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