Chapter 329 - England VS. Norway (1/2)
The present Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports is a rather jolly-looking man, who looked as though he might have once played Quidditch himself. The wizard known as Dano Amundsen whips out his wand andd says, ”Sonorous!” His voice instantly could be heard over the roar of the crowd as his voice echoed over them, booming into every corner of the stands.
”Ladies and Gentlemen...welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and second Quidditch World Cup!”
The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved in the air adding the racket of the national anthem to the noise. The blackboard that was opposite from them was wiped clean as it now showed, ENGLAND: 0, NORWAY: 0.
”And now without further ado, allow me to introduce…. the Norway National Team Mascot!” The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.
”Water Nymphs,” Rowan drily said as she saw the scantily clad dark-haired woman emerge from the stadium and begin to dance. They weren't quite as fair as the Veela's, but at least they didn't turn into bird-like creatures and throw fire. But then again, Veela's didn't try to drown someone in a pool of water either.
Severus turned bright red as he glanced away but slowly his eyes would be drawn to the water nymphs before them. Rowan merely smirked the whole time with a knowing grin. Severus finally snapped and said, ”What!”
Rowan merely mouthed the word, ”Lily,” causing Severus to turn an ashy gray. Keeping his eyes firmly on Lucius Malfoy before him, Severus didn't glance up until the dance was up. The crowd was vastly disappointed, but what could they do?
”And now kindly put our wands in the air.... for the England National Team Mascots!”
The next moment a bunch of glittering fairies fills the night sky. The entire night sky lights up as the fairies begin to dance and form gorgeous shapes. For once Rowan was even impressed with the sharp-toothed little buggers. She still didn't like them and would never. But she could appreciate a good show just like everyone else.
”And now, ladies and gentlemen kindly welcome – the Norwegian National Quidditch Team! I give you – Bjord!
A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick moving so fast he was nothing but a blur. The Norwegian crowd went wild as they applauded the player.
”Distad!” A second scarlet-robed player zoomed out.
”Falla! Wollen! Spilde! Jelle! Aaaaaand – Helberg!”
Helberg was a handsome man despite his broken nose. A roguish smile caused the women in the crowd to scream as he zoomed around the field.
”And now please greet – the England National Quidditch Team! Presenting – Davis! Bagman! Wilson! Taylor! Walker! Aaaaaand – McLaggen!” Seven blue blurs swept onto the field as Rowan glanced over at one blur in particular as she stared through her omnioculars. The beater with Bagman on the back was indeed Lugo Bagman. This would probably be one of his last years as a beater before becoming a member of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
”And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!”