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CHAPTER THREE
The Quidditch European Semi Final
`Transformis Canis!' shouted Hermione, pointing her wand at a pin. The pin turned brown before growing bigger, growing legs, a head, a tail and fur. The pin had changed into a dog.
`Excellent Hermione, now can you change it back?' asked Ares. Hermione pointed her wand at the dog.
`Recurses Verus Facies!' shouted Hermione. The dog shrunk, turned grey, loss its legs, fur, head and its tail. It had changed back to a pin.
`Excellent, at least now we won't have any problem with cats as long as we have our trusty pins with us,' said Ares. Harry grinned, Ron snorted and Hermione giggled at Ares' blatant stupidity.
`Now, how about we learn how to improve eyesight? We can cast it once on Hermione and Ron and twice on Harry,' suggested Ares.
`Okay,' said the three teens.
`Now the incantation is Conspectus Emendo!' shouted Ares, pointing his wand at Harry. There was a flash of orange light and Harry's vision suddenly became blurred.
`Ares, I think you did it wrong,' said Harry. Ares laughed.
`Take off your glasses,' said Ares. Harry took off his glasses and gasped. He could see properly.
`Now Harry, you try it on Hermione, Hermione on Ron, Ron on Harry, okay. Harry, you go first,' said Ares. Harry pointed his wand at Hermione.
`Conspectus Emendo!' shouted Harry. There was a flash of orange light.
`Nothing's changed,' said Hermione.
`Concentrate of something,' said Ares. Hermione concentrated on a pin on the floor. Here pupils suddenly got very small, she gasped and jumped back.
`Wow,' said Hermione.
`Alright, Hermione, you try it on Ron,' said Ares.
`Conspectus Emendo!' shouted Hermione. There was a flash of orange light. Ron did the same as Hermione. He concentrated on a pin and was amazed.
`Alright Ron, try it on Harry,' said Ares.
`Conspectus Emendo!' shouted Ron. There was a blast of blue light, and Harry felt himself soaring backwards. Harry's vision had blurred again. Ares pointed his wand at Harry, and two flashes of orange light came out of the wand. Harry's vision became good again. He concentrated on the pin on the floor. Harry felt like his eyes were zooming in on the pin. They enlarged the image so it was like Harry was right beside the pin.
`Wow,' said Harry blinking. His vision became normal again. There was a knock on the door and in came Molly.
`Alright you four, were going now,' said Molly.
`Where are we going?' asked Ron.
`You'll see,' said Molly. They meet down in the dining room. In there was Bill, Fleur, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Charlie, Ginny, Arthur, Molly, Ares, Harry and Hermione. Arthur held out a half of a muggle five pound note. Everyone reached out and touched one finger to it. Harry felt the familiar pull at his naval. The room around him swirled out of focus and then a new image came into focus. It was a campsite.
`Where are we?' asked Ginny.
`Welcome to Ireland,' said Ares.
`Are we going to the match?' asked Ron. Molly and Arthur nodded.
`What match?' asked Harry.
`The European Championship,' said Ron.
`Where going to one of the semi finals and then the final,' said Ares. They were in a field filled with cardboard boxes. Harry could see a stadium in the distance and also a town. Ares walked over to a set of cardboard boxes.
`Alright, girls on the left, boys on the right. Yes Bill that means you and Fleur as well,' said Ares. Bill, Charlie, Fred and George all climbed through into the cardboard boxes and disappeared.
`In you go Harry, Ron.' Ron climbed in through and Harry followed. Harry gasped as he entered. The inside of the small cardboard box was a giant mansion.
`What is this?' asked Harry.
`It's an enchanted box,' said Ares, from behind them, `It helps us get together in large numbers and still keep to a short space.'
`Now, let's get some sleep,' said Arthur. They all went to sleep.
***
The following morning, after breakfast, the group decided to explore the Wizarding town next to the campsite. During breakfast, a huge eagle owl delivered Ares the morning paper. After reading the front page, Ares through the paper on the table, looking angry.
`They let `em off,' said Ares. The others gathered round the paper. On the front page there was a picture of Lucius Malfoy with the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, shaking hands. Arthur read out the article.
Celebrated Aristocrat released from custody
By Crime Correspondent Felon Comment
Last night, in a trial that lasted three hours, Lucius Malfoy, 43, was released from the custody of the Aurors. Mr Malfoy had been charged with being in league with the recently reactive You-Know-Who. The prosecutor's case was throwing out after Mr Malfoy's legal representative proved to the Wizengamot that Mr Malfoy was not acting by his own free will but was actually under the Imperious curse. The court didn't doubt this for a minute as Mr Malfoy was found in the company of escaped Death Eaters such as Augustus Rockwood. After the trial, ex-Auror Alastor `Mad Eye' Moody was interviewed.
`It is an abomination that Malfoy was let out. He is only being let out because of the amount of gold behind him and his family. If he didn't have any money, then he would be in Azkaban like the rest of Lord (You-Know-Who's name)'s followers. Just because he has Cornelius Fudge in his back pocket doesn't mean he should get special treatment,' commented Moody. Also interviewed was recently reinstated Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.
`Lord (You-Know-Who's name)'s most prized followers are now at the heart of the Ministry of Magic. This trial was a mockery as we all new what the verdict would be before it was passed. There is no proof that Lucius Malfoy was under the Imperious Curse and if there was proof that he wasn't then Cornelius Fudge would make sure that it was not brought up,' said the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
`I'm happy to be home again to my family,' stated Mr Malfoy. `I am un happy about the events that have taken place. Firstly I am put under the Imperious Curse by the Dark Lord's followers, and then I am accused of being in league with the Dark Lord by certain people. How dare they accuse me of being in league with the Dark Lord? I have worked my hardest to in the years after the Dark Lords reign of terror to rebuild this world and this is the thanks I get. I am now going to go home and see my wife and son, and perhaps go to the European Quidditch Match between Ireland and Bulgaria.'
The group got ready to go into town. They got to the entrance of the town and Harry read the sign.
Cead Mile Failte Romhat
An Baile in aice le an Ionad Campála
`Ares, where are we?' asked Harry.
`This is Ballynadcampa, an Irish Wizarding town. That sign means `A hundred thousand welcomes to you' and then it say's `The Town beside the campsite', Baile in aice le an Ionad Campála has been anglicized into Ballynadcampa,' said Ares.
`Okay,' said Harry.
`Let's go into groups like last week at Diagon Alley,' said Molly.
`Okay, if Bill and Fleur want to go off on their own, Fred, George, Angelina and Alicia go by them selves, Ron and Ginny with you two and these two can stay with me,' said Ares.
`Okay,' said Arthur. Everyone split up.
`Okay you two, were do you want to go?' asked Ares.
`Don't know,' said Harry.
`Want to go to the Quidditch Shop?' asked Ares.
`Okay,' said the two, only Hermione said it reluctantly. They walked over to a shop that was titled `Brooms, Bludgers and other good things'. Inside was a lot bigger than the outside. Harry and Ares were instantly drawn to the brooms. In the middle of them was a new, beautiful broom. It was a dark red handle, with red twigs. Fiery Orange letters made out the words `The Blazing Inferno' on its handle.
The Blazing Inferno
Aerodynamic, state of the art handle made of the toughest Mahogany and treated with a dragon hide hard polish. Each takes several months to construct as no corners were cut on making these brooms. The individually selected efficiently honed redwood tail twigs give the Blazing Inferno unbeatable speed. It can accelerate to 300 mph in under seven seconds and can reach speeds up to 500 mph. Fitted with a Horton-Keitch Braking Charm, Anti-Burglar Hex, Cushioning Charm, anti-jinx varnish, a Temperature Regulator Charm, a Balancing Charm and an in-built vibration control. This broom is the king of brooms; it will reduce all other brooms to cinders. Price: 10,000 Galleons.
`Wow,' said Harry after reading the description.
`I know. I didn't even know they were making this thing. I heard they designed it but it would cost too much to make,' said Ares.
`What does it mean a Temperature Regulator?' asked Harry.
`It keeps the rider perfectly comfortable. If it's too cold, then they'd be warmed up and if it's too warm, then they'd be cooled down,' said a thick Irish accent behind them. They turned around.
`Eoín!' shouted Ares. Eoín and Ares hugged each other like brothers would. Eoín was a tall man, not as tall as Ares but still tall. He was about 6'1" and fairly broad shouldered. His handsome face was wrinkled with age and his nose looked like it had been broken several times. He had grey hair around the sides and back of his head and the top of it was bald. He was wearing dark emerald green robes with a crest over the heart. It was a light green shamrock with a Quaffle in the top circle of the shamrock, two Bludgers in the lower two circles and a snitch in the root of the shamrock. Bellow the shamrock was the letters Q.A.I.
`How are ya son?' asked Eoín, revealing his teeth which were either yellow and crooked. He also had many gaps as well.
`Fine, better than I was, but then again that wasn't difficult,' said Ares.
`So, you here for de match tamara?' asked Eoín.
`Yeah, so, why are you in here?' asked Ares.
`Oh, jus' signing some papers, an' giving `em de las' bag of gol', bough' seven o' `hese beau'ies,' said Eoín, nodding at the Blazing Inferno.
`Merlin, 70,000 Galleons. Where did you get that? Fundraiser?' asked Ares.
`Naw, go' i' from de QAI,' said Eoín. Ares laughed.
`How still don't see the point in buying seven of them,' said Ares.
`Why?' asked Eoín.
`Well, it's a seeker's broom, you should only buy it for your seeker,' said Ares.
`I know but this way even the chasers will be so fast that they can't be caught and the beaters can get to all the Bludgers really fast and the keeper can save more goals,' said Eoín. Ares laughed.
`Who are these two?' asked Eoín.
`This is Harry, and this is Hermione,' said Ares, nodding at the two teens in turn.
`Harry? Harry Potter?' asked Eoín, surprised.
`Yes,' said Ares.
`Hello Harry, I've heard a lot about you,' said Eoín.
`Hasn't everyone?' asked Hermione.
`Oh, I mean I've heard a lot about his skill at Quidditch,' said Eoín.
`Once again, hasn't everyone?' asked Hermione, with a slight grin. Everyone laughed and Harry blushed.
`Well, I better head back, I have some things to take care of before tonight. I'll see you later Ares,' said Eoín, shaking Ares hand. Eoín headed out of the shop then.
`Who was that?' asked Hermione.
`Eoín MacRuagaire, the Bainisteoir, the manager, of the Irish International team. Let's go,' said Ares. They spent the day looking around shops. Ares insisted on buying Harry and Hermione new cloaks.
`It's faux fur Hermione. It isn't real fur, I wouldn't buy it if it was,' said Ares. Harry's cloak was gold with red faux fur and Hermione's was red with gold faux fur. The clasps were made of silver.
`Alright, let's head back,' said Ares. They headed back, Harry checking the clock in the box house and saw that it was 4 o'clock.
`What time is the match Ares?' asked Harry.
`Six,' said Ares. Harry got a shower and got dressed and walked downstairs.
`When are we leaving?' asked Bill.
`Now,' said Arthur. The group climbed out of the box and waited beside the girl's box. Half an hour later the girls came out.
`Alright, we head on now?' asked Fred.
`Yes,' said Arthur.
`Where's Ares?' asked Hermione.
`He's gone already. He had to pick up Neville,' said Bill.
`How come Ares' godson can't stay with us anyway?' asked Fred.
`His grandmother and Ares argued for over an hour over him even being aloud to go to the match never mind stay with us,' said Molly.
`Anyway, let's get onto the match,' said Arthur. They walked up the road on the way to the stadium. On the way they came across loads of merchandise. The majority of it was Irish. Harry bought an Irish Tricolour that cries out the name of the chaser when she scores a goal. He bought Ron a big foam finger that was signed by Séan Quigley, one of the Irish and Chudley Cannons' beaters. Harry also bought Hermione a golden harp with an emerald in that supposedly brought the wearer the luck of the Irish. They finally got to the stadium. The group where showing to their seats which were in the V.I.P. section. Already in the V.I.P. area was two men. The first one was someone Harry recognised. It was the Bulgarian minister of magic. The other man was a thickset, broad shouldered man in his late forties. He had short brown hair that was flecked with grey. His face was a handsome one with a normal sized nose and blue eyes. He was dressed in a black, pinstripe suit with a jade coloured cloak. His shoes and gloves were made of the finest Irish leather. His image was topped off with a
`Hello Mr O'Brien,' said Arthur, to the other man.
`Oh, Arthur, hello,' said Mr O'Brien, in a very strong Irish Accent. `Lot o' kids you go' `ere, all yours?'
`No, only the red heads. The blond girl there is Fleur, my son's girlfriend. There are my other two son's girlfriends, Alicia and Angelina, and the younger two are my son Ron's friends, Harry and Hermione. My ones are Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron and the girl is Ginny,' said Arthur.
`Hello,' said Mr O'Brien, to all the kids.
`Ah, Antoín,' said a voice from behind them. They all turned around and there stood a portly little man with rumpled, grey hair. He was wearing a purple pinstripe suit with a scarlet tie, a long black cloak, pointed purple shoes and a green bowler hat.
`Ah, Cornelius,' said O'Brien. `How are you ol' boy?'
`Fine, your self Antoín?' asked Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister for Magic.
`Brillian', beautiful wea'her for a match wouldn' ya' say?' said O'Brien.
`Indeed, I'd like you to meet my guests, this is my assistant, Percy,' said Fudge. Percy Weasley, who like the rest of his family had red hair, held out his hand and shook O'Brien's hand.
`This is a good friend of mine, Lucius and his son Draco,' said Fudge. Lucius Malfoy shook hands with O'Brien.
`Lucius this is Antoín O'Brien. He is the newly elected Taioseach Draíochta, the Irish Minister for Magic,' said Cornelius Fudge. Lucius Malfoy looked at Arthur and sneered. Draco Malfoy stood beside his father. Draco was in Harry's year at Hogwarts, but while Harry was in Gryffindor, Draco was in Slytherin so they were mortal enemies.
'Anto!' shouted a man. Harry saw it was Ares. O'Brien and Ares embraced like brothers. When Harry looked beside Ares, he saw a boy. He was a round faced boy who was slightly overweight. He had dark brown hair and green eyes. Neville Longbottom was Harry's year at Hogwarts.
'Hello Neville,' said Hermione.
'Hi Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, how are you all?' asked Neville.
'Okay, you?' asked Hermione.
'Brilliant,' said Neville.
'I'd like you to meet my godson, Neville,' said Ares to O'Brien.
'Hello Neville, Merlin, he looks a lot like Alice,' said O'Brien.
'Yes,' said Ares.
'Hello Lestrange,' said Lucius Malfoy. 'How's the wife?' Ares, instead of reaching for his wand, punched Lucius Malfoy, breaking his nose. Ares was to draw his wand when a huge horn blasted.
'Alright, I'll be back after the match,' said Ares. He walked away and Neville sat down beside the group. Percy tried his best to sit away from his family. They heard Ares in the Announcer's box.
`Sonorus!' shouted Ares. Ares' voice was magically amplified. `Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to today's semi final match of the European Quidditch Championship. Playing today are the runner ups of the World Cup, the Eastern European International Champions, BULGARIA. The Bulgarians squad today are as Keeper, we have Zograf, as Beaters we have the Vulchanev brothers, as chasers we have Dimitrov, Ivonova and Levski, and as Seeker we have Mr Uni-brow himself, Krum! So that means there is one change to the team from the World Cup and that is replacing Mikael Volkov with Gregori Vulchanev. And now, playing for Ireland, the same team that they fielded against Bulgaria in the World Cup, I give you as Keeper, recently giving the rank of husband and father, Barry Ryan! Playing as Beaters, I give you Séan Quigley and Pádraig Connolly, also I give you as Chasers, three lovely ladies, Brighid Troy Ryan, Eímear Moran and Máire Mullet. And finally as Seeker, I give you Aidan Lynch. AIDAN IF YOU LET KRUM GET THAT SNITCH, I'LL KILL YA!' All fourteen players flew down onto the ground. `Please stand for the National Anthems,' said Ares. Two girls came out holding a folded flag. They danced a native Bulgarian dance and came to a large flagpole at the side of the pitch. They connected the large flag to the pole.
Gorda Stara Planina,
Do nej Dunava sinej,
Sluntse Tkrakija ogr'ava,
Nad Pirina plamenej
Milo Rodino,
Ti si zemen raj,
Tvojta khubost, tvojta prelest,
Akh te n'amat kraj
Padnakha bojtsi bezchet,
Za naroda nash l'ubim,
Majko, daj mi muzhka sila,
Put'a im da prodolzhim
Milo Rodino,
Ti si zemen raj,
Tvojta khubost, tvojta prelest,
Akh te n'amat kraj
By the end of the Bulgarian National Anthem, the Bulgarian flag, which was a white, green a red horizontal striped tricolour had reached the top of the flag pole.. Harry then saw to more girls doing an Irish dance out to the other flagpole. They then connected another large flag to the pole.
Sinne Fianna Fáil
A tá fé gheall ag Éirinn,
buion dár slua
Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn,
Fé mhóid bheith saor.
Sean tír ár sinsir feasta
Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fé'n tráil
Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil
Le guna screach fé lámhach na bpiléar
Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.
By the end of the Irish National Anthem, the Irish flag, which was a green, white and orange vertically striped Tricolour had reached the top of the flagpole.
`Now, we welcome the referee, from the International Association of Quidditch, Mr Robert Soaring,' said Ares. A man, in his early thirties came out in golden referee's robes with a silver whistle around his neck. He kicked open the Quidditch Truck and the Bludgers flew out, followed by the Golden Snitch. He picked up the Quaffle, gave a blast of his whistle and threw off the Quaffle.
`And Troy's shoots forward and grabs the Quaffle, passes to Moran, dodges Dimitrov, passes back to Troy and Troy shoots. SHE SCORES! Zograf went for the wrong hoop. And now Dimitrov passes to Ivonova, and Ivonova is OUT OF THERE! Nice shoot from Paddy Connolly. And Troy grabs the Quaffle, passes to Moran, and dodges a Bludger and SCORES! Zograf didn't even see her! Oh and Krum goes into a dive, Lynch follows him, there getting to the bottom, Krum pulls, he was Feinting and LYNCH PULLS AS WELL, with those new brooms the Irish are getting their money's worth. The scores stand with Ireland 20, no Troy scores, Ireland 30, Bulgaria 0. Wait a minute, Lynch has gone into a dive, he's going around 400 mph, and HE'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH!!!' shouted Ares. `Ireland wins 180 to 0. This was the shortest match of the competition. Quietus!
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