to Mr. Weasley and continued down the line to his seats. Draco shot Harry, Ron, and Hermione one contemptuous look, then settled himself between his mother and father.
鈥淪limy gits,鈥�Ron muttered as he, Harry, and Hermione turned to face the field again. Next moment, Ludo Bagman charged into the box.
鈥淓veryone ready?鈥�he said, his round face gleaming like a great, excited Edam. 鈥淢inister - ready to go?鈥�
鈥淩eady when you are, Ludo,鈥�said Fudge comfortably.
Ludo whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat, and said 鈥淪onorus!鈥�and then spoke over the roar of sound that was now filling the packed stadium; his voice echoed over them, booming into every corner of the stands.
鈥淟adies and gentlemen鈥elcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!鈥�
The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message (Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans - A Risk With
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