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"
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
Vernon
's
,
wearing
robes
of
pure
gold
to
match
the
stadium
,
strode
out
onto
the
field
.
A
silver
whistle
was
protruding
from
under
the
mustache
,
and
he
was
carrying
a
large
wooden
crate
under
one
arm
,
his
broomstick
under
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
.
"
Theeeeeeeey
're
OFF
!
"
screamed
Bagman
.
"
And
it
's
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
the
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
Chasers
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
though
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
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
!
"
"
What
?
"
Harry
yelled
,
looking
wildly
around
through
his
Omnioculars
.
"
But
Levski
's
got
the
Quaffle
!
"
"
Harry
,
if
you
're
not
going
to
watch
at
normal
speed
,
you
're
going
to
miss
things
!
"
shouted
Hermione
,
who
was
dancing
up
and
down
,
waving
her
arms
in
the
air
while
Troy
did
a
lap
of
honor
around
the
field
.
Harry
looked
quickly
over
the
top
of
his
Omnioculars
and
saw
that
the
leprechauns
watching
from
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
with
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
seamless
team
,
their
movements
so
well
coordinated
that
they
appeared
to
be
reading
one
another
's
minds
as
they
positioned
themselves
,
and
the
rosette
on
Harry
's
chest
kept
squeaking
their
names
:
"
Troy
-
Mullet
-
Moran
!
"
And
within
ten
minutes
,
Ireland
had
scored
twice
more
,
bringing
their
lead
to
thirty-zero
and
causing
a
thunderous
tide
of
roars
and
applause
from
the
green-clad
supporters
.
