Trundling along the beaten path, the group of 11 made their way in-between countless other Wizards all walking in the same direction whilst dodging the odd rouge trolley pulled with over priced gimmicks, tiny figurines and non-functional brooms enchanted to work for about 20 minutes. Gred and Feorge bounced merrily on their way toward the magical lifts - reciting their secret bets with Mr. Bagman. Harry caught glimpses of their conversation. "20-1 odds he said!" "Mullet for being hit first!"

As the group gathered into the lifts they took off explosively upward. Darting across, left and right, back and forward. As they went further upward Ron wondered out loud - "How many people are there here??" Hermione looked at him shrewdley "I've asked you before; do you read!?" A shiftly grunt answered Hermione. As Harry was about to but in, the lift jolted to a stop throwing everyone forward into the door. Creaking open came the door and there stood Cornelius Fudge looking rather impatient. "Cornelius!" Percy straightened up: as if he was an army lieutenant getting orders from his Officer. "It's all right Weatherby. Loosen up." Percy's form slouched slightly but be still looked as if he was trying to impress Fudge. "Arthur." Fudge addressed him. "Minister.." Arthur replied. They kept to a one word basis and nodded at each other. Once they had all stepped out of the lift Fudge walked in and was about to close the door when Harry interrupted. "Ooh, minister!" The door oiled to half closed. And Fudge looked back at Harry. "It's all right Mr Weasley - go find the seats." Harry continued. "Minister, I was wondering whether I could have 2 guests in the box with me?" Fudge's eyes narrowed slightly and his head cocked to the side slightly. "Who might these 2 guests be?" He replied excitedly "I was hoping you would say that. Mr Diggory - and his son Cedric.. See we're great friends and we play Quidditch with each other - besides I didn't get him a Christmas present anyway." Fudge seemed to relax and conceded. "Fair enough. They may come up.." Harry felt delightment spread across his face. "Cheers Minister!!"

Harry stepped up into the Top box. Cedric now on his tails having told him just then. Harry saw a House elf in one of the seats next to Ludo. "Winky, what are you doing here? Where's Barty?" Bagman eyed Winky suspiciously - waiting for an answer. "Winky is not knowing sir, Winky has been told to save Master Crouch's seat!" Bagman looked away from Winky with a 'tut'.

Harry slid in next to Hermione - who was sitting on the end next to Ginny. It was at that moment that Cornelius Fudge peered into the room and lead Lucius Malfoy in along with the Bulgarian, French, and Irish ministers. "Harry! My boy!" Fudge called out, "These are the ministers of the other countries. I was hoping you would meet them." A look of pleading was in Fudge's eyes. "Yeah sure minister! Why, Ron, wanna come meet some ministers?" Ron looked up through his ginger hair - squinting "Whats that Harry?" Harry threw his head backwards and to the side twice in quick succession. "Ron bounded upward toward Harry; sticking out his hand to the Ministers.. they briefly shook it and meeted him with short 'hello's' and 'how do you do's?'. After everyone sat down, Ludo and Cornelius walked up both casting a 'Sonorus'. They quickly announced the Quidditch world cup match between Bulgaria and France. "We have - (Mathilde) Mallard, (Josephine) Marat, (Hildegarde) Lafarge, (Alain) Lacroix, (Ninon) Saucet, (Bastien) Janvier, aaaanndd Cybele Peltier!!" He paused for a moment. AANNNNDDD - "(Ivan) Volkov, (Pyotr) Vulchanov, (Clara) Ivanova, (Vasily) Dimitrov, (Alexei) Levski, (Lev) Zograf AAAAAAAANNNND FINALLY VIKTOR KRUMMMMM!!"

"We're off!!"

Everyone cheered excitedly as the announcement was made. "The referee releases the balls! We're off!"

" Volkov-Ivanova-Vulchanov-Volkov-MALLARD INTERCEPTS!-Marat-

Volkov Again!!-back to Vulchanov-he's danced around him there! AMAZING DODGE!!-

OHH that's gotta be a penalty! Vulchanov had just take a bludger to the face and a bat to the back! It is!!

Vulchanov lines up the penalty! AND SCORES, DOWN THE MIDDLE! 10-0!! Bulgaria open the scoring..

Mallard-Marat-Mallard-Marat-Lafarge-Mallard This play is amazing! They're drawing circles round them! SHOT HERE!"

"SAVED!!!!!"

"Mallard's been denied here! He's dropped the quaffle though.. Marat pounces! He flies out of the circle passes to Lafarge-over to Mallard-GOAL! It's been drawn level here! 10-10"

"Mallard' gets it from kick off! He's playing through them again! Off the hoop! 10-20!! France are ahead!" The France supporters danced and shouted with glee! "Watch Krum go! Peltier follows! They're drawing close together here! KRUM PULLS OUT! Peltier scrapes the grass but is safe!! Great feint there by Krum!

Vulchanov-Ivanova-

Mallard-Marat-

BLUDGER!

Hit!

Bulgaria regain possession.

Ivanova-Volkov-Ivanova-Vulchanov-

Lafarge steals it; round the chasers there! She's dropped toward the ground - underneath the two bludgers. Impact from Ivanova and she crashes!

FRANCE DOWN TO 6!

Ivanova-Volkov-Ivanova-Vulchanov-Ivanova-still Ivanova-Volkov now-

Tussel with Mallard there! Out-strengthed and Volkov tumbles into the stadium!

Harry eyed the crash through his Omnioculars and everyone gasped as they saw the group of tightly fitting clothed Beauxbatons students cower as the Bulgarian Chaser span off above them.

In Harry's distraction he had totally missed Bulgaria switch off at the back before conceding again!

"10-30 France pull away now!"

Within five minuets the France team had scored another 7 goals making the score 10-100. However the Bulgarian team had also scored a few themselves - just enough to keep the team in the game.

"40-100 Bulgaria have scored again!"

Bulgaria were still alot worse than France overall but their chasers were better than the French's. Only the goalkeeper was keeping them in it.

"Another same from Janvier! Keeps France in it!"

The Bulgarian team groaned as Janvier denied them again. But applauded as they knew Bastien was very good. A keeper was never favourited during the game. Another 20 minuets passed and Krum still hadn't moved since feinting past Peltier.

France continued their surge making the score 90-230. But alas it was in vain as Krum caught the snitch - pulling Bulgaria through to the final with him. 240-230 plastered the stadium showing the score.. The Bulgarian supporters went wild and so did the commentary. Bagman lost it as Krum pulled out the dive with the snitch.