jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第21部分

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ast　that　it　looked　as　though　they　had　just　jumped　from　airplanes　without　parachutes。　Harry　followed　their　descent　through　his　Omnioculars；　squinting　to　see　where　the　Snitch　was…
　　　〃They're　going　to　crash！〃　screamed　Hermione　next　to　Harry。
　　　She　was　half　right…at　the　very　last　second；　Viktor　Krum　pulled　out　of　the　dive　and　spiraled　off。　Lynch；　however；　hit　the　ground　with　a　dull　thud　that　could　be　heard　throughout　the　stadium。　A　huge　groan　rose　from　the　Irish　seats。
　　　〃Fool！〃　moaned　Mr。　Weasley。　〃Krum　was　feinting！〃
　　　〃It's　time…out！〃　yelled　Bagman's　voice；　〃as　trained　mediwizards　hurry　onto　the　field　to　examine　Aidan　Lynch！〃
　　　〃He'll　be　okay；　he　only　got　ploughed！〃　Charlie　said　reassuringly　to　Ginny；　who　was　hanging　over　the　side　of　the　box；　looking　horror…struck。　〃Which　is　what　Krum　was　after；　of　course。。。〃
　　　Harry　hastily　pressed　the　replay　and　play…by…play　buttons　on　his　Omnioculars；　twiddled　the　speed　dial；　and　put　them　back　up　to　his　eyes。
　　　He　watched　as　Krum　and　Lynch　dived　again　in　slow　motion。　WRONSKI　DEFENSIVE　FEINT…DANGEROUS　SEEKER　DIVERSION　read　the　shining　purple　lettering　across　his　lenses。　He　saw　Krum's　face　contorted　with　concentration　as　he　pulled　out　of　the　dive　just　in　time；　while　Lynch　was　flattened；　and　he　understood…Krum　hadn't　seen　the　Snitch　at　all；　he　was　just　making　Lynch　copy　him。　Harry　had　never　seen　anyone　fly　like　that；　Krum　hardly　looked　as　though　he　was　using　a　broomstick　at　all；　he　moved　so　easily　through　the　air　that　he　looked　unsupported　and　weightless。　Harry　turned　his　Omnioculars　back　to　normal　and　focused　them　on　Krum。　He　was　now　circling　high　above　Lynch；　who　was　being　revived　by　mediwizards　with　cups　of　potion。　Harry；　focusing　still　more　closely　upon　Krum's　face；　saw　his　dark　eyes　darting　all　over　the　ground　a　hundred　feet　below。　He　was　using　the　time　while　Lynch　was　revived　to　look　for　the　Snitch　without　interference。
　　　Lynch　got　to　his　feet　at　last；　to　loud　cheers　from　the　green…clad　supporters；　mounted　his　Firebolt；　and　kicked　back　off　into　the　air。　His　revival　seemed　to　give　Ireland　new　heart。　When　Mostafa　blew　his　whistle　again；　the　Chasers　moved　into　action　with　a　skill　unrivaled　by　anything　Harry　had　seen　so　far。
　　　After　fifteen　more　fast　and　furious　minutes；　Ireland　had　pulled　ahead　by　ten　more　goals。　They　were　now　leading　by　one　hundred　and　thirty　points　to　ten；　and　the　game　was　starting　to　get　dirtier。
　　　As　Mullet　shot　toward　the　goal　posts　yet　again；　clutching　the　Quaffle　tightly　under　her　arm；　the　Bulgarian　Keeper；　Zograf；　flew　out　to　meet　her。　Whatever　happened　was　over　so　quickly　Harry　didn't　catch　it；　but　a　scream　of　rage　from　the　Irish　crowd；　and　Mostafa's　long；　shrill　whistle　blast；　told　him　it　had　been　a　foul。
　　　〃And　Mostafa　takes　the　Bulgarian　Keeper　to　task　for　cobbing…excessive　use　of　elbows！〃　Bagman　informed　the　roaring　spectators。　〃And…yes；　it's　a　penalty　to　Ireland！〃
　　　The　leprechauns；　who　had　risen　angrily　into　the　air　like　a　swarm　of　glittering　hornets　when　Mullet　had　been　fouled；　now　darted　together　to　form　the　words　〃HA；　HA；　HA！〃　The　veela　on　the　other　side　of　the　field　leapt　to　their　feet；　tossed　their　hair　angrily；　and　started　to　dance　again。
　　　As　one；　the　Weasley　boys　and　Harry　stuffed　their　fingers　into　their　ears；　but　Hermione；　who　hadn't　bothered；　was　soon　tugging　on　Harry's　arm。　He　turned　to　look　at　her；　and　she　pulled　his　fingers　impatiently　out　of　his　ears。
　　　〃Look　at　the　referee！〃　she　said；　giggling。
　　　Harry　looked　down　at　the　field。　Hassan　Mostafa　had　landed　right　in　front　of　the　dancing　veela；　and　was　acting　very　oddly　indeed。　He　was　flexing　his　muscles　and　smoothing　his　mustache　excitedly。
　　　〃Now；　we　can't　have　that！〃　said　Ludo　Bagman；　though　he　sounded　highly　amused。　〃Somebody　slap　the　referee！〃
　　　A　mediwizard　came　tearing　across　the　field；　his　fingers　stuffed　into　his　own　ears；　and　kicked　Mostafa　hard　in　the　shins。　Mostafa　seemed　to　e　to　himself；　Harry；　watching　through　the　Omnioculars　again；　saw　that　he　looked　exceptionally　embarrassed　and　had　started　shouting　at　the　veela；　who　had　stopped　dancing　and　were　looking　mutinous。
　　　〃And　unless　I'm　much　mistaken；　Mostafa　is　actually　attempting　to　send　off　the　Bulgarian　team　mascots！〃　said　Bagman's　voice。　〃Now　there's　something　we　haven't　seen　before。。。　Oh　this　could　turn　nasty。。。
　　　It　did：　The　Bulgarian　Beaters；　Volkov　and　Vulchanov；　landed　on　either　side　of　Mostafa　and　began　arguing　furiously　with　him；　gesticulating　toward　the　leprechauns；　who　had　now　gleefully　formed　the　words　〃HEE；　HEE；　HEE。〃　Mostafa　was　not　impressed　by　the　Bulgarians'　arguments；　however；　he　was　jabbing　his　finger　into　the　air；　clearly　telling　them　to　get　flying　again；　and　when　they　refused；　he　gave　two　short　blasts　on　his　whistle。
　　　〃Two　penalties　for　Ireland！〃　shouted　Bagman；　and　the　Bulgarian　crowd　howled　with　anger。　〃And　Volkov　and　Vulchanov　had　better　get　back　on　those　brooms。。。　yes。。。　there　they　go。。。　and　Troy　takes　the　Quaffle。。
　　　Play　now　reached　a　level　of　ferocity　beyond　anything　they　had　yet　seen。　The　Beaters　on　both　sides　were　acting　without　mercy：　Volkov　and　Vulchanov　in　particular　seemed　not　to　care　whether　their　clubs　made　contact　with　Bludger　or　human　as　they　swung　them　violently　through　the　air。　Dimitrov　shot　straight　at　Moran；　who　had　the　Quaffle；　nearly　knocking　her　off　her　broom。
　　　〃Foul！〃　roared　the　Irish　supporters　as　one；　all　standing　up　in　a　great　wave　of　green。
　　　〃Foul！〃　echoed　Ludo　Bagman's　magically　magnified　voice。　〃Dimitrov　skins　Moran…deliberately　flying　to　collide　there…and　it's　got　to　be　another　penalty…yes；　there's　the　whistle！〃
　　　The　leprechauns　had　risen　into　the　air　again；　and　this　time；　they　formed　a　giant　hand；　which　was　making　a　very　rude　sign　indeed　at　the　veela　across　the　field。　At　this；　the　veela　lost　control。　Instead　of　dancing；　they　launched　themselves　across　the　field　and　began　throwing　what　seemed　to　be　handfuls　of　fire　at　the　leprechauns。　Watching　through　his　Omnioculars；　Harry　saw　that　they　didn't　look　remotely　beautiful　now。　On　the　contrary；　their　faces　were　elongating　into　sharp；　cruel…beaked　bird　heads；　and　long；　scaly　wings　were　bursting　from　their　shoulders…
　　　〃And　that；　boys；〃　yelled　Mr。　Weasley　over　the　tumult　of　the　crowd　below；　〃is　why　you　should　never　go　for　looks　alone！〃
　　　Ministry　wizards　were　flooding　onto　the　field　to　separate　the　veela　and　the　leprechauns；　but　with　little　success；　meanwhile；　the　pitched　battle　below　was　nothing　to　the　one　taking　place　above。　Harry　turned　this　way　and　that；　staring　through　his　Omnioculars；　as　the　Quaffie　changed　hands　with　the　speed　of　a　bullet。
　　　〃Levski…Dimitrov…Moran…Troy…Mullet…Ivanova…Moran　again…Moran…MORAN　SCORES！〃
　　　But　the　cheers　of　the　Irish　supporters　were　barely　heard　over　the　shrieks　of　the　veela；　the　blasts　now　issuing　from　the　Ministry　members'　wands；　and　the　furious　roars　of　the　Bulgarians。　The　game　remenced　immediately；　now　Levski　had　the　Quaffle；　now　Dimitrov…
　　　The　Irish　Beater　Quigley　swung　heavily　at　a　passing　Bludger；　and　hit　it　as　hard　as　possible　toward　Krum；　who　did　not　duck　quickly　enough。　It　hit　him　full　in　the　face。
　　　There　was　a　deafening　groan　from　the　crowd；　Krum's　nose　looked　broken；　there　was　blood　everywhere；　but　Hassan　Mostafa　didn't　blow　his　whistle。　He　had　bee　distracted；　and　Harry　couldn't　blame　him；　one　of　the　veela　had　thrown　a　handful　of　fire　and　set　his　broom　tail　alight。
　　　Harry　wanted　someone　to　realize　that　Krum　was　injured；　even　though　he　was　supporting　Ireland；　Krum　was　the　most　exciting　player　on　the　field。　Ron　obviously　felt　the　same。
　　　〃Time…out！　Ah；　e　on；　he　can't　play　like　that；　look　at　him…〃
　　　〃Look　at　Lynch！〃　Harry　yelled。
　　　For　the　Irish　Seeker　had　suddenly　gone　into　a　dive；　and　Harry　was　quite　sure　that　this　was　no　Wronski　Feint；　this　was　the　real　thing。。。
　　　〃He's　seen　the　Snitch！〃　Harry　shouted。　〃He's　seen　it！　Look　at　him　go！〃
　　　Half　the　crowd　seemed　to　have　realized　what　was　happening；　the　Irish　supporters　rose　in　another　great　wave　of　green；　screaming　their　Seeker　on。。。　but　Krum　was　on　his　tail。　How　he　could　see　where　he　was　going；　Harry　had　no　idea；　there　were　flecks　of　blood　flying　through　the　air　behind　him；　but　he　was　drawing　level　with　Lynch　now　as　the　pair　of　them　hurtled　toward　the　ground　again…
　　　〃They're