Spells and Visions; A Harry Potter story

Chapter 2: After Sunshine Comes Darkness

Thousands of witches and wizards were getting seated in the stadium, and while Neville and I were being happier then ever, I heard Harry mention Dobby, the house-elf he freed in our second year.
"House-elfs does what they is told," a female house-elf said, hiding her face with her hands. "I is not liking heights at all, Harry Potter, but my master sends me to Top Box and I comes, sir."
"Why did he send you here, if you're afraid of heights?" Harry asked.
"Master wants me to save him a seat," the house-elf said. "He is very busy."

I raised my eyebrow as the elf placed her hands over her eyes again, and looked at Harry.
"Whose elf is that?" I asked.
"No idea. She is called Winky, but I've never seen her before."

A while later, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, arrived, and later on, Lucius Malfoy as well, with his wife Narcissa and son, Draco. Yay, we were really hoping to see them here.
Luckily, Draco had kept his mouth shut and they went away quickly.
Ludo Bagman was doing the commentary and the announcing, so he pointed his wand at his throat and said a spell which made it sound as though he was speaking through a megaphone.

First there came mascots of Bulgaria.
I squinted to see what they had brought.
"Ah, Veela!" mr Weasley said.
"What are Veela?" Harry asked, and I had the same question. They came women coming onto the pitch, and especially  the boys and men around me suddenly seemed as if they were enchanted. The women were pretty, sure, but I didn't see anything special about them. Music started, and the Veela started dancing. They had the shiniest skins I had ever seen, and white-gold hair, but I didn't seem to feel like the boys did.

"What is happening?" I asked Hermione and Ginny, who were also frowning at the boys.
"Veela," Hermione said. "They enchant everyone attracted to women with their dance."
She crossed her arms. "It's ridiculous, they'll distract the players."
I raised my eyebrow as Neville, too, was staring at them and leaning on the fence, just like Ron and Harry, and even mr Weasley looked anything but normal.
The music and the dancing went faster and faster and the longer I looked at the Veela, the more I felt like I was getting hypnotized.
I snapped out of it when the dancing stopped, and everyone protested when the Veela went. I pulled Neville back in his seat, who looked confused, and Hermione pulled Ron and Harry back.
"Honestly!" She huffed.

I gave Neville a look and he shrugged confused.
"What? What did I do?"
"Never mind," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now you got to focus, Ireland's mascots are coming."

After Bagman announced it, a comet came flying onto the pitch, coloured in green and gold. I felt slightly like a Slytherin, wearing green.
A rainbow appeared, and later formed a giant shamrock.
"Leprechauns!" mr Weasley said, and I squinted to confirm it. It were at least a thousand little bearded men, clothed in red and carrying green and gold lamps.
They did a little show in the air, and then went to sit on the side of the pitch, like the Veela.

Next, Bagman announced the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team, and red players shot into the air.
"Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaand, Krum!"
"That's him!" Ron yelled, and Neville yelled with him. All the red in the stadium cheered too.
I heard Krum was only eightteen, but he looked way older.
"And now, the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman called.
The green clothed players also shot up.
"Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaand, Lynch!"
Lynch was apparently a popular Seeker for the Irish team. This time it was our turn to cheer, because this was the team we were supporting.

Then Bagman announced the referee for the match, Hassan Mostafa, from Egypt, who then came walking onto the pitch.
Mostafa opened the crate in which were the Quaffle, Bludgers and Snitch. The balls shot into the air and immediately the players went back and forth with the Quaffle, so fast that Bagman could only scream their name before the ball was passed to the next player. It didn't take long before Troy made the first goal for Ireland, and I cheered along with the crowd.
A moment later, the Quaffle was in possession of the Bulgarians, and things went fast as lightning here as well.