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Krum
,
his
red
robes
shining
with
blood
from
his
nose
,
was
rising
gently
into
the
air
,
his
fist
held
high
,
a
glint
of
gold
in
his
hand
.
The
scoreboard
was
flashing
BULGARIA
:
160
,
IRELAND
:
170
across
the
crowd
,
who
did
n't
seem
to
have
realized
what
had
happened
.
Then
,
slowly
,
as
though
a
great
jumbo
jet
were
revving
up
,
the
rumbling
from
the
Ireland
supporters
grew
louder
and
louder
and
erupted
into
screams
of
delight
.
"
IRELAND
WINS
!
"
Bagman
shouted
,
who
like
the
Irish
,
seemed
to
be
taken
aback
by
the
sudden
end
of
the
match
.
"
KRUM
GETS
THE
SNITCH
-
BUT
IRELAND
WINS
-
good
lord
,
I
do
n't
think
any
of
us
were
expecting
that
!
"
"
What
did
he
catch
the
Snitch
for
?
"
Ron
bellowed
,
even
as
he
jumped
up
and
down
,
applauding
with
his
hands
over
his
head
.
"
He
ended
it
when
Ireland
were
a
hundred
and
sixty
points
ahead
,
the
idiot
!
"
"
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
...
.
"
He
was
very
brave
,
was
n't
he
?
"
Hermione
said
,
leaning
forward
to
watch
Krum
land
as
a
swarm
of
mediwizards
blasted
a
path
through
the
battling
leprechauns
and
veela
to
get
to
him
.
"
He
looks
a
terrible
mess
...
.
"
Harry
put
his
Omnioculars
to
his
eyes
again
.
It
was
hard
to
see
what
was
happening
below
,
because
leprechauns
were
zooming
delightedly
all
over
the
field
,
but
he
could
just
make
out
Krum
,
surrounded
by
mediwizards
.
He
looked
surlier
than
ever
and
refused
to
let
them
mop
him
up
.
His
team
members
were
around
him
,
shaking
their
heads
and
looking
dejected
;
a
short
way
away
,
the
Irish
players
were
dancing
gleefully
in
a
shower
of
gold
descending
from
their
mascots
.
Flags
were
waving
all
over
the
stadium
,
the
Irish
national
anthem
blared
from
all
sides
;
the
veela
were
shrinking
back
into
their
usual
,
beautiful
selves
now
,
though
looking
dispirited
and
forlorn
.
"
Vell
,
ve
fought
bravely
,
"
said
a
gloomy
voice
behind
Harry
.
He
looked
around
;
it
was
the
Bulgarian
Minister
of
Magic
.
