The Prisoner's daughter

There's no one like Krum

That night, Me, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys took our seats to watch the Quidditch game.

"Blimey, Dad! How high up are we?" Ron asked.

"Well, put it this way".

We looked down to see Draco Malfoy standing on a lower floor with his father, Lucius Malfoy.

I glared at him. Draco's father is the reason why Buckbeak almost got executed last year. I know Harry and Hermione saved him, but what kind of person would ask for a poor creature to get killed.

"If it rains. You'll be the first to know", Lucius Malfoy said.

I rolled my eyes. "Father and I are in the Minister's box by personal invitation by Cornelius Vichyssoise", Draco bragged.

"Don't boast, Draco", Lucius said. "There's no need with these people".

Lucius's cane grabbed Harry's foot. "Do enjoy yourself. While you still can", Lucius said. That sounded like a threat.

I glared at him. Lucius looked at me. "Irina Black, how is your father?" He asked.

I didn't answer. I walked away. The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione followed me.

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We took our seats and we cheered as the game started. The twins cheered. A group of witches and wizards flew passed us, leaving behind green fog.

We all cheered. "It's the Irish! There's Troy!" One of the twins shouted.

"And Mullet!" The other shouted.

"And Moran".

Fireworks exploded into the sky and created a leprechaun in the sky. It started dancing.

"Ireland! Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!" The crowd shouted.

"Here comes the Bulgarians!" One of the twins shouted.

A group of Quidditch players, who wore red came into stadium.  One of the players did flips on his broom.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That is the best seeker in the world", Fred said.

A picture of the Quidditch player appeared. "Krum! Krum! Krum! Krum!" Everyone cheered.

"Krum!" The twins shouted.

We all cheered and laughed.

"Good evening", A voice said into the speakers. "As Minister for Magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! Let the match begin!"

Everyone cheered.

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I sat down in the Weasley's tent and watched as the twins, Harry and Ron sang and danced and cheered Krum's name.

"There's no one like Krum", Ron said.

"Krum?" One of the twins said.

"Dumb Krum?" The other asked.

"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind". To this, the twins jumped around Ron, flapping their arms like birds shouting, "KrUm Kruum!"

"He's more than an athlete", Ron said. One of the twins pulled a green blanket over Ron's head as he continued shouting Krum's name. Ron quickly pulled the blanket off his head. "He's an artist".