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"I'm never wearing them," Ron was saying stubbornly. "Never."
"Well. . . if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"
The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the start-of-term feast.
Nearly Headless Nick watched mournfully as Harry, Ron, and Hermione loaded their own plates.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," said Malfoy sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"
"Don't you dare blame your father for what that wretched Skeeter woman wrote!" said Mrs.
"Maybe it fell out of your pocket when we were running?" Hermione suggested anxiously.
"Aaaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mystical whisper, "when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry. . .
CHAPTER NINE - THE DARK MARK
Hagrid looked stumped at the question.
They followed the dark path deeper into the wood, still keeping an eye out for Fred, George, and Ginny. They passed a group of goblins who were cackling over a sack of gold that they had undoubtedly won betting on the match, and who seemed quite unperturbed by the trouble at the campsite. Farther still along the path, they walked into a patch of silvery light, and when they looked through the trees, they saw three tall and beautiful veela standing in a clearing, surrounded by a gaggle of young wizards, all of whom were talking very loudly.
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.
"Teach - Moody, is that a student?" shrieked Professor McGonagall, the books spilling out of her arms.
"Over there," said Hermione shakily, pointing at the place where they had heard the voice. "There was someone behind the trees. . . they shouted words - an incantation -"