As Ludo Bagman's voice faded, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers and thunderous applause, merging into an unstoppable wave of excitement.
On the board opposite Jerry and the others, the advertisement for Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans vanished, replaced by the scoreboard: Ireland: Bulgaria, 0:0.
"Next, it is my honor to introduce the mascots of Bulgaria's Quidditch National Team!"
Jerry turned his gaze toward the stands on the right, where a dazzling sea of scarlet stretched out in neat rows. As the Veela appeared, that red section erupted into unprecedented cheers and screams that rang through the sky.
There were a hundred true Veela, not witches with Veela ancestry like Pheobe. They entered the stadium like figures from a dream and instantly became the center of attention. As they began their graceful dance, an indescribable magic spread through the air. The spectators seemed to enter a dream world where all earthly troubles were forgotten, their hearts filled with pure joy.
Everything else in the world became insignificant; only the dance before them felt real. Hermione looked around and found that, apart from Jerry, Harry, Ron, Mr. Weasley, and most of the people nearby were utterly captivated by the Veela's dancing, their eyes vacant and dreamy. Harry had even involuntarily lifted one leg onto the wall of the box.
The music stopped abruptly, as though time itself had frozen. Harry blinked slowly, traces of that dreamy enchantment lingering in his eyes. Ron remained frozen in a ridiculous diving pose, as though someone had cast a Full Body-Bind Curse on him.
"I..." Harry looked embarrassed. All around the stadium, roars of discontent and longing filled the air; clearly, nobody wanted the Veela's magic to end. In truth, Harry felt the same as everyone else. He was even tempted to support the Bulgarian