Harry could swear that, until now, he had thought Pheobe was the most beautiful witch. Of course, Ginny was very pretty too.
But now he realized there was always someone better.
Why did these breathtakingly beautiful Veela have skin that glowed with soft moonlight? Why did their hair stream behind them when there was no wind?
But before he could get more than a few looks at the formation of Veela walking in below, pain shot through his side.
"Enjoying the view? Surely you know they aren't real people."
"They're nowhere near as pretty as you!"
Harry hurriedly shook his head and flattered her, but his eyes still stole glances at them.
Draco had no such worries, but his mother, Narcissa, turned his face away.
"Don't look. You'll embarrass yourself."
As the music began, the Veela started dancing, their skirts fluttering.
Harry's mind went blank. All he felt was overwhelming joy, while wild, half-formed ideas began spinning through his head.
Fortunately, his will was strong now, his forehead was no longer affected by Voldemort's soul fragment, and a sharp pain in his side soon brought him back to his senses.
But when he looked around, quite a few wizards in the stands already had one leg over the railing, as though they were about to jump.
If the Judges' Panel had not forcibly ended the Veela's performance, the Quidditch Pitch would probably have witnessed the bizarre spectacle of a mass leap from the stands.
The stadium filled with angry roars. People did not want the Veela to leave.
Fudge had nearly made a fool of himself too. Now he hurriedly announced,
"Please welcome England's mascots!"
England's Quidditch mascots had included lions and goshawks in the past, and this year's choice had originally been the Hebridean Black Dragon, a native dragon