The Quidditch World Cup Final Opens

Fred and George toyed with the Omnioculars, analyzing what magical techniques had been used on them.

George put the Omnioculars to his eyes and slowly turned one of the knobs. "This knob's not bad... Should we develop a similar telescope..."

"That makes sense!" Fred had turned the Omnioculars around and seemed to be studying something. "Like... turn a knob, and a fist pops out of the lens."

"Great idea! Then it punches you right in the face! Perfect!" George whistled. "This slow-motion replay function is interesting too..."

Fred nodded. "But I can't quite tell how it manages to do that."

"Too bad Vizet isn't here..." George looked at Luna and started waggling his eyebrows. "Otherwise, we could ask him right away."

"I think the final's about to start..." Luna put an Eagle Hair Clip on her head; it was a souvenir from the North American National Team. "We'll be able to see him then..."

The moment she finished speaking, a deep, ringing gong sounded from the direction of a distant forest.

The forest where the gong had come from turned out to be hung with countless lamps. As the gong rang out, they all began to shine, vivid red and green light twining together and illuminating the road to the Quidditch Pitch.

"You really called it!" George gave her a thumbs-up. "You said it was starting, and it really started!"

Everyone left the tent together and followed the surging crowd toward the forest;

All kinds of souvenirs had already begun to take effect at that moment—lion roars, eagle cries, singing, deafening cheers... every sort of sound rose and fell in waves;

Excited smiles shone on everyone's faces. Lupin, Sirius Black, and Harry had their arms slung around each other's shoulders, laughing heartily as if they had all gone back to