jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第20章

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　veela；　because　if　they　stopped　dancing；　terrible　things　would　happen。
　　　And　as　the　veela　danced　faster　and　faster；　wild；　half…formed　thoughts　started　chasing　through　Harry's　dazed　mind。　He　wanted　to　do　something　very　impressive；　right　now。　Jumping　from　the　box　into　the　stadium　seemed　a　good　idea。。。　but　would　it　be　good　enough？
　　　〃Harry；　what　are　you　doing？〃　said　Hermione's　voice　from　a　long　way　off。
　　　The　music　stopped。　Harry　blinked。　He　was　standing　up；　and　one　of　his　legs　was　resting　on　the　wall　of　the　box。　Next　to　him；　Ron　was　frozen　in　an　attitude　that　looked　as　though　he　were　about　to　dive　from　a　springboard。
　　　Angry　yells　were　filling　the　stadium。　The　crowd　didn't　want　the　veela　to　go。　Harry　was　with　them；　he　would；　of　course；　be　supporting　Bulgaria；　and　he　wondered　vaguely　why　he　had　a　large　green　shamrock　pinned　to　his　chest。　Ron；　meanwhile；　was　absentmindedly　shredding　the　shamrocks　on　his　hat。　Mr。　Weasley；　smiling　slightly；　leaned　over　to　Ron　and　tugged　the　hat　out　of　his　hands。
　　　〃You'll　be　wanting　that；〃　he　said；　〃once　Ireland　have　had　their　say。〃
　　　〃Huh？〃　said　Ron；　staring　openmouthed　at　the　veela；　who　had　now　lined　up　along　one　side　of　the　field。
　　　Hermione　made　a　loud　tutting　noise。　She　reached　up　and　pulled　Harry　back　into　his　seat。　〃Honestly！〃　she　said。
　　　〃And　now；〃　roared　Ludo　Bagman's　voice；　〃kindly　put　your　wands　in　the　air。。。　for　the　Irish　National　Team　Mascots！〃
　　　Next　moment；　what　seemed　to　be　a　great　green…and…gold　et　came　zooming　into　the　stadium。　It　did　one　circuit　of　the　stadium；　then　split　into　two　smaller　ets；　each　hurtling　toward　the　goal　posts。　A　rainbow　arced　suddenly　across　the　field；　connecting　the　two　balls　of　light。　The　crowd　oooohed　and　aaaaahed；　as　though　at　a　fireworks　display。　Now　the　rainbow　faded　and　the　balls　of　light　reunited　and　merged；　they　had　formed　a　great　shimmering　shamrock；　which　rose　up　into　the　sky　and　began　to　soar　over　the　stands。　Something　like　golden　rain　seemed　to　be　falling　from　it…〃Excellent！〃　yelled　Ron　as　the　shamrock　soared　over　them；　and　heavy　gold　coins　rained　from　it；　bouncing　off　their　heads　and　seats。　Squinting　up　at　the　shamrock；　Harry　realized　that　it　was　actually　prised　of　thousands　of　tiny　little　bearded　men　with　red　vests；　each　carrying　a　minute　lamp　of　gold　or　green。
　　　〃Leprechauns！〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　over　the　tumultuous　applause　of　the　crowd；　many　of　whom　were　still　fighting　and　rummaging　around　under　their　chairs　to　retrieve　the　gold。
　　　〃There　you　go；〃　Ron　yelled　happily；　stuffing　a　fistful　of　gold　coins　into　Harry's　hand；　〃for　the　Omnioculars！　Now　you've　got　to　buy　me　a　Christmas　present；　ha！〃
　　　The　great　shamrock　dissolved；　the　leprechauns　drifted　down　onto　the　field　on　the　opposite　side　from　the　veela；　and　settled　themselves　cross…legged　to　watch　the　match。
　　　〃And　now；　ladies　and　gentlemen；　kindly　wele…the　Bulgarian　National　Quidditch　Team！　I　give　you…Dimitrov！〃
　　　A　scarlet…clad　figure　on　a　broomstick；　moving　so　fast　it　was　blurred；　shot　out　onto　the　field　from　an　entrance　far　below；　to　wild　applause　from　the　Bulgarian　supporters。
　　　〃Ivanova！〃
　　　A　second　scarlet…robed　player　zoomed　out。
　　　〃Zograf！　Levski！　Vulchanov！　Volkov！　Aaaaaaand…Krum！〃
　　　〃That's　him；　that's　him！〃　yelled　Ron；　following　Krum　with　his　Omnioculars。　Harry　quickly　focused　his　own。
　　　Viktor　Krum　was　thin；　dark；　and　sallow…skinned；　with　a　large　curved　nose　and　thick　black　eyebrows。　He　looked　like　an　overgrown　bird　of　prey。　It　was　hard　to　believe　he　was　only　eighteen。
　　　〃And　now；　please　greet…the　Irish　National　Quidditch　Team！〃　yelled　Bagman。　〃Presenting…Connolly！　Ryan！　Troy！　Mullet！　Moran！　Quigley！　Aaaaaand…Lynch！〃
　　　Seven　green　blurs　swept　onto　the　field；　Harry　spun　a　small　dial　on　the　side　of　his　Omnioculars　and　slowed　the　players　down　enough　to　read　the　word　〃Firebolt〃　on　each　of　their　brooms　and　see　their　names；　embroidered　in　silver；　upon　their　backs。
　　　〃And　here；　all　the　way　from　Egypt；　our　referee；　acclaimed　Chairwizard　of　the　International　Association　of　Quidditch；　Hassan　Mostafa！〃
　　　A　small　and　skinny　wizard；　pletely　bald　but　with　a　mustache　to　rival　Uncle　Vernon's；　wearing　robes　of　pure　gold　to　match　the　stadium；　strode　out　onto　the　field。　A　silver　whistle　was　protruding　from　under　the　mustache；　and　he　was　carrying　a　large　wooden　crate　under　one　arm；　his　broomstick　under　the　other。　Harry　spun　the　speed　dial　on　his　Omnioculars　back　to　normal；　watching　closely　as　Mostafa　mounted　his　broomstick　and　kicked　the　crate　open…four　balls　burst　into　the　air：　the　scarlet　Quaffle；　the　two　black　Bludgers；　and　（Harry　saw　it　for　the　briefest　moment；　before　it　sped　out　of　sight）　the　minuscule；　winged　Golden　Snitch。　With　a　sharp　blast　on　his　whistle；　Mostafa　shot　into　the　air　after　the　balls。
　　　〃Theeeeeeeey're　OFF！〃　screamed　Bagman。　〃And　it's　Mullet！　Troy！　Moran！　Dimitrov！　Back　to　Mullet！　Troy！　Levski！　Moran！〃
　　　It　was　Quidditch　as　Harry　had　never　seen　it　played　before。　He　was　pressing　his　Omnioculars　so　hard　to　his　glasses　that　they　were　cutting　into　the　bridge　of　his　nose。　The　speed　of　the　players　was　incredible…the　Chasers　were　throwing　the　Quaffle　to　one　another　so　fast　that　Bagman　only　had　time　to　say　their　names。　Harry　spun　the　slow　dial　on　the　right　of　his　Omnioculars　again；　pressed　the　play…by…play　button　on　the　top；　and　he　was　immediately　watching　in　slow　motion；　while　glittering　purple　lettering　flashed　across　the　lenses　and　the　noise　of　the　crowd　pounded　against　his　eardrums。
　　　HAWKSHEAD　ATTACKING　FORMATION；　he　read　as　he　watched　the　three　Irish　Chasers　zoom　closely　together；　Troy　in　the　center；　slightly　ahead　of　Mullet　and　Moran；　bearing　down　upon　the　Bulgarians。　PORSKOFF　PLOY　flashed　up　next；　as　Troy　made　as　though　to　dart　upward　with　the　Quaffle；　drawing　away　the　Bulgarian　Chaser　Ivanova　and　dropping　the　Quaffle　to　Moran。　One　of　the　Bulgarian　Beaters；　Volkov；　swung　hard　at　a　passing　Bludger　with　his　small　club；　knocking　it　into　Moran's　path；　Moran　ducked　to　avoid　the　Bludger　and　dropped　the　Quaffle；　and　Levski；　soaring　beneath；　caught　it…〃TROY　SCORES！〃　roared　Bagman；　and　the　stadium　shuddered　with　a　roar　of　applause　and　cheers。　〃Ten　zero　to　Ireland！〃
　　　〃What？〃　Harry　yelled；　looking　wildly　around　through　his　Omnioculars。　〃But　Levski's　got　the　Quaffle！〃
　　　〃Harry；　if　you're　not　going　to　watch　at　normal　speed；　you're　going　to　miss　things！〃　shouted　Hermione；　who　was　dancing　up　and　down；　waving　her　arms　in　the　air　while　Troy　did　a　lap　of　honor　around　the　field。　Harry　looked　quickly　over　the　top　of　his　Omnioculars　and　saw　that　the　leprechauns　watching　from　the　sidelines　had　all　risen　into　the　air　again　and　formed　the　great；　glittering　shamrock。　Across　the　field；　the　veela　were　watching　them　sulkily。
　　　Furious　with　himself；　Harry　spun　his　speed　dial　back　to　normal　as　play　resumed。
　　　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。
　　　The　match　became　still　faster；　but　more　brutal。　Volkov　and　Vulchanov；　the　Bulgarian　Beaters；　were　whacking　the　Bludgers　as　fiercely　as　possible　at　the　Irish　Chasers；　and　were　starting　to　prevent　them　from　using　some　of　their　best　moves；　twice　they　were　forced　to　scatter；　and　then；　finally；　Ivanova　managed　to　break　through　their　ranks；　dodge　the　Keeper；　Ryan；　and　score　Bulgaria's　first　goal。
　　　〃Fingers　in　your　ears！〃　bellowed　Mr。　Weasley　as　the　veela　started　to　dance　in　celebration。　Harry　screwed　up　his　eyes　too；　he　wanted　to　keep　his　mind　on　the　game。　After　a　few　seconds；　he　chanced　a　glance　at　the　field。　The　veela　had　stopped　dancing；　and　Bulgaria　was　again　in　possession　of　the　Quaffle。
　　　〃Dimitrov！　Levski！　Dimitrov！　Ivanova…oh　I　say！〃　roared　Bagman。
　　　One　hundred　thousand　wizards　gasped　as　the　two　Seekers；　Krum　and　Lynch；　plummeted　through　the　center　of　the　Chasers；　so　fast　that　it　looked　as　though　they　had　just　jumped　from　airplanes　without　parachutes。　Harry　followed