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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
ca
n'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
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
I
'm
much
mistaken
,
Mostafa
is
actually
attempting
to
send
off
the
Bulgarian
team
mascots
!
"
said
Bagman
's
voice
.
"
Now
there
's
something
we
have
n'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
!
"
