NABC Ch337- Game Begins
Ch337- Game Begins
ch337- game begins
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after a bit longer business talk, the group was finally ready to head toward the stadium for the finals. as they began gathering their things, the tent’s entrance rustled, and selena rosier stepped in, accompanied by miranda goshawk, her teacher and a noted author of spellbooks.
selena's black and silver robes were understated yet elegant. her dark brown hair was pulled back neatly, and her piercing green eyes scanned the group with mild amusement before settling on harry. she smirked faintly as if she had expected to find him at the center of this gathering.
“harry,” she greeted smoothly, stepping further into the tent.
harry walked up to selena, pulling her into a brief hug before turning to miranda goshawk. "madam goshawk, pleasure as always," he said with a small smile.
miranda chuckled lightly, inclining her head. "likewise, mr. potter. i’ve been reviewing your propositions on spell creation, and i must admit, you have a remarkable knack for thinking outside the box."
harry let out a short laugh. "well, i stand on the shoulders of giants."
miranda’s expression brightened at the comment, clearly pleased by the acknowledgment. she greeted the others with a warm nod before moving to join the adults who had gathered at the side of the tent. meanwhile, selena lingered near harry, her sharp green eyes scanning the bustling crowd inside the tent.
“it’s good to see you back, selena,” harry said as he gestured for her to sit with the younger group.
selena gave him a knowing smirk. “didn’t think i would miss the finals, did you?"
harry feigned a wounded expression. “never thought you were a quidditch fan, selena. or were you just not interested in watching me?”
selena lightly smacked his arm, a small smirk playing on her lips. “you know i watched all of your games. though, i’ll admit, it was more entertaining watching you terrorize the opposing seekers than anything else.”
harry chuckled. “fair enough.” he motioned toward the stadium in the distance. “shall we?”
the group began making their way toward the colossal stadium, its towering stands visible even from their campsite. enchanted lights swirled above it, forming glittering patterns of the bulgarian and irish flags. the hum of excitement in the air grew louder as they neared, accompanied by the occasional whoosh of a broomstick overhead.
“this is going to be brilliant!” astoria exclaimed, clutching her ireland scarf tightly. “krum’s good, but ireland’s chasers are unstoppable!”
“ireland will dominate,” blaise added confidently from a few seats down. “krum might catch the snitch, but it won’t matter if they’re already a hundred points ahead.”
“don’t count bulgaria out just yet,” daphne countered. “krum’s not just good—he’s a prodigy. one well-placed feint, and ireland’s keeper won’t know what hit him.”
the friendly debate continued as the pre-match festivities began. enchanted fireworks exploded overhead, showering the stadium in gold and green sparks. a troupe of leprechauns soared onto the field, their synchronized aerial display drawing cheers from the irish supporters. moments later, a thunderous drumbeat announced the arrival of the bulgarian mascots, the veela. their ethereal beauty immediately captivated the crowd, causing several wizards to leap to their feet and cheer wildly.
almost every girl in the group turned to look at harry, their expressions curios and disbelief. unlike the other males in their party, who were visibly affected in varying degrees by the veela’s allure, harry’s emerald-green eyes remained focused on the spectacle. he watched with casual interest, completely unfazed by the magical charm emanating from the bulgarian mascots.
“figures,” pansy muttered under her breath, smirking as she caught daphne’s eye. “of course he’s immune.”
daphne raised an eyebrow, glancing briefly at harry before looking back at the field. “what did you expect? it’s harry.”
blaise, seated a few spots down, wasn’t quite as composed. he shook his head abruptly as if snapping himself out of a trance, though his normally smooth demeanor was clearly ruffled. “merlin, that’s dangerous magic. you would think they would ban that sort of thing at public events.”
“or at least hand out some kind of warning,” neville added, his face slightly pink. he was fiddling with the hem of his irish scarf, doing his best to look anywhere but at the veela.
the twins, predictably, had leaned all the way into the chaos. fred let out a low whistle, nudging george. “think mum would let us hire veela for the shop’s grand opening? imagine the customer turnout.”
george snickered, elbowing fred. “forget the shop—how do we get them to join our quidditch team? no keeper in the world could concentrate long enough to block a single goal.”
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