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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 - Mo ran!" 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.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team!
Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last of his water bombs into the air, and zoomed off up the marble staircase, cackling insanely.
"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Malfoy.
It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students chapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid, who both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him.
"Now, Ron, the Sorting's much more important than food," said Nearly Headless Nick as "Madley, Laura!" became a Hufflepuff.
"It's people like you, Ron," Hermione began hotly, "who prop up rotten and unjust systems, just because they're too lazy to -"
"Did you get them, Dad?" said Bill sharply. "The person who conjured the Mark?"
"No," said Harry, shaking his head. "It definitely didn't sound like an elf."
"And you were discovered moments later, right beneath it! An explanation, if you please!"
"Why is everything I own rubbish?" said Ron furiously, striding across the room to unstick Pigwidgeon's beak.
The words were hardly out of his mouth, when Ludo Bagman emerged from behind a tree right ahead of them.
"Foul!" roared the Irish supporters as one, all standing up in a great wave of green.
Lynch got to his feet at last, to loud cheers from the green-clad supporters, mounted his
Harry, who was on a top bunk above Ron, lay staring up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the glow of an occasional leprechaun lantern flying overhead, and picturing again some of Krum's more spectacular moves. He was itching to get back on his own Firebolt and try out the Wronski Feint. . . . Somehow Oliver Wood had never managed to