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Harry was surprised that Mrs. Weasley agreed to let them go out alone, and no body else objected. It seemed Hermione had everything planned out. So the six of them---himself, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and the twins, who tagged along due to their increasing curiosity---left the house together. They took a bus, a muggle one that is, and traveled a fair distance before they reached their destination. It was a suburb area. The street was lined with green trees and neat, white houses.

Harry looked around sceptically and complained, "It looks like Privet drive."

"Oh, come on." Hermione said in her you-are-talking-nonsense voice, "Every place looks like that."

She led them to one small white house and opened the door. The interior was a little tight but very warm. The wooden floor was polished with best care. A few colourful rugs lie about, and there were vases of fresh flowers here and there.

"Nice place." Harry complimented.

The Weasleys were looking around with wonder. Fred and George stood in front of the microwave, trying to learn what it does exactly. Ron was eyeing a box of chocolate with great interest. Ginny, however, was more interested in the books that lie about.

"Now, now, I did not bring you here to look at those stuff." Hermione said, "We have business here."

Ron stopped looking at the chocolate and asked absently, "So what do you have any way?"

"You see, as I told you yesterday evening, those children belong to a sport team." Hermione explained patiently, "They were very good at their sport and they competed in the world championships."

Ron seemed to take the world championships part pretty quick. He gasped, "World championships? But they are just kids! How could they be so good at whatever sport it is?"

"I don't know. But it seems most people who are good at that sport are fairly young." Hermione shrugged. She dragged out a large cardboard box from behind the TV and looked through it.

Harry asked, "Do you know much of that sport, Hermione? Because I don't think I know anything about it."

"I don't know much about it. I am not interested." Hermione answered, "But my dad is a huge fan, of the sport and of that team. He recorded all of their games when it's airing on TV so he could watched them again."

Ginny asked, "Do you know nothing at all? You talked to them about it yesterday though."

"I know a little, just the basics." Hermione frowned, "In fact I have never watched a game on TV. I have seen my muggle friends play though, and I thought it was kind stupid. Here they are." She pulled out a few tapes from the box.

At her worlds, they all crowded on the couch, the Weasleys looking eager and excited. Hermione turned on the TV. A soap opera was playing.

"Wicked!" Ron shouted, "Look at this, the people move."

Hermione ignored him and inserted the tapes and set it to play. She took a seat beside Harry and waited as the tape began to roll.

"Here is the first tape." She explained, "It's the final game from the world championships last year."

The images began to pour forth. There was a huge stadium on the TV screen, and thousands of cheering fans. In the middle of a stadium was a bowl of some sort. Two people stood at the two ends of the bowl, facing each other. One of them Harry recognize as Kai from the Blade Breakers, the other the announcer introduced as Spencer. The two payers held in their hands strange mechanisms, poised and waiting for the signal to began. Harry felt a strange excitement and anticipation creep up on to him.

The announcer shouted loudly, and the two players pulled and activated the mechanisms in their hands quick like flashes of lightning. Two spinning tops flew from the launchers and landed in the bowl together. They circled each other and consistently rammed into each other.

"So, you try to knock your opponent's spinning top out?" Harry asked doubtfully. This looks nothing special.

Hermione shrugged, "Basically that's it. But they are called beyblades, not spinning tops."

"But that is so pointless!" Ron exclaimed with disappointment.

"I thought it was stupid too when I saw it." Hermione said with a hint of puzzlement, "I don't know how magic could be connected to this."

Suddenly on the TV screen the one known as Spencer shouted. Clear water that was inside the bowl suddenly awoke and stirred. The water formed a spiral of tornado and roared with great might.

"What the bloody hell!" Fred shouted, eyes wide, "How did he do that?"

Hermione had her eyes glued onto the screen. She had not expected this obviously.

Kai shouted loudly, "Dranzer! Arise!"

From the small blue beyblade that was spinning in the middle of the bowl, a red light shot forth. Slowly the light grew and the form of a great red bird wrapped in flame emerged. Now everyone was staring at the screen like idiots. They were all speechless.

The red bird shrieked and took flight. At his master's command the bird dove down like a bird of prey. It sent spiralling flame flying everywhere. The water rose in answer, and there was a battle of elements. Soon it was all over. The fire was diminished, and the blue beyblade landed outside the bowl with a clang, registering defeat. Hermione paused the video there, allowing everyone to awake.

Ginny was the first one to speak. She breathed, "That is too spectacular to be described in words. Did you know that before?"

Hermione shook her head, an obvious awe in her voice, "No. I never bothered watching this."

"How come the muggles didn't find that strange?" George asked incredulously, "I mean, that is more crazy than any magic we can conjure up."

Hermione frowned at this, "I don't even know why, but the muggles found this perfectly acceptable. They even did research on this."

"Is there more?" Ron asked eagerly, "Did he lose or what?"

"There are more." Hermione replied, "Every match consists of three rounds. It's best two out of three. There are three matches, so every team have to sent out three different players. This is just the first round of the first match."

She pressed the play key on her remote and continued the tape. The second round was over soon, and Kai was defeated again. Some empty tapes rolled by and then the second match began. The next to play was the Chinese boy, Ray, and his opponent was a pale Russian teen named Bryan. The first round was short, and they watched with great excitement nonetheless. It ended when Ray was sent hurling backward and landing on his back. His face looked pained.

"That got to hurt." Ron said with pity.

George scrunched up his nose and commented, "That Bryan kid plays dirty."

The second round was even more breathtaking. From Bryan's beyblade the form of a vulture slowly emerged, bearing cruelty around its sharp talons. The vulture flapped its wings and stirred up the air, sending blasts of wind towards Ray. The streams of air whipped the Chinese teen, cutting into his torso without mercy. He cried out in pain, but stood his ground and refused to back down.

"Doesn't he have one of those strange animal thing in his beyblade?" Ron asked with great concern, forgetting for a while that it was a taped show on TV, "Why doesn't he use it?"

Then suddenly the vulture rose into the air, ready to dive down in a ferocious attack. Ray shouted his commands, and white and green light flared before him. The form of a tiger rose from his blade. The great feline leaped, and flashed his claws. It sent the vulture sprawling back and the small spinning top flying outside the bowl. The victory was decided. But only seconds later, the Chinese teen fell back on the floor unconscious. Hermione pressed the remote control with trembling fingers and paused the tape again. Everyone needed the time to breath.

"Never again in my life will I say Quidditch is the most dangerous sport." Said Fred with great difficulty.

Hermione stood up and went to the kitchen. She came back with a tray carrying glasses of drinks. The six of them drained their glasses quickly.

"Should we continue?" Hermione asked.

"Of course!" George shouted, "I want to see more of them."

They went on through the tapes. The last match was between Tyson and another Russian named Tala. It was spectacular, if nothing else. For in the middle of the match, the clashing powers created a hallow statue of ice, and the rest of the match was finished inside the crystal like ice. In the end Tyson claimed victory, and there was a firework of light. Forms of animals shot around the stadium like neon lights on a dark night. Quickly they moved on to recent world championships just played this summer. They were on the third tape when they saw the girl Shea for the first time. The animal inside her blade was a songbird, yet it sang with a voice like humans, and its shape and hue was ever changing.

"A shape shifter!" Ginny said with amazement, "How can the muggles not find this strange?"

The girl claimed victory in the end. Yet something more unexpected happened. Her blade suddenly disintegrated and turned to ash, and there was an explosion of light. A bird emerged from the light and flew to the girl. She landed on her out stretched arm and flexed her wings gracefully. There was a collective gasp from the group before the TV. The bird no longer looked ghostly and wrapped in light, now she was a creature of blood and flesh. She looked real, yet mystical at the same time. There was another flash of light, and the bird was gone again. Shea had a smile on her face and was clenching something in her hand.

"And if the muggles don't find that strange, I will eat my hat!" Ron shouted.

There was indeed a great commotion, but nothing seemed to come of it. The girl went to her teammates and together they left without a word. Hermione inserted one last tape. It was a battle between Ray and Bryan again. It was more gruesome than anything they had seen yet. Even Fred and George looked a little pale. It ended with Ray claiming the victory, though he looked more dead than alive. The tiger emerged from his blade in the end, bearing a form glorious and terrible. He spoke in a low and rumbling voice that sent chills down their spines.

Ginny shouted, "He spoke! That tiger spoke!"

The images faded from the screen as the tape rolled to an end. Hermione pressed stop and eject button on the remote control absentmindedly, while the others sat in silence.

Finally Harry said in a hushed voice, "Bit-beasts, that's what they are."

"What?" Hermione asked.

Slowly Harry repeated the conversation he heard last night to Hermione and Ginny, also what happened to the twin's portable looking glass. He didn't see the scowl on Hermione's face as he expected. Instead Hermione looked solemn and thoughtful.

"So those bit-beasts are indeed real." Hermione said quietly, "They can think and talk, and it seems to me it's them who give the children power."

There was another silence, a tense, almost fearful silence.

Harry coughed and said brightly, trying to lighten up the mood, "Don't forget, they are on our side, not Voldemort's."

A/N: Another all talk chapter, but this one should have some sparks of interest at least. You get to know what the wizards think about the Blade Breakers! Tell me if it's boring though.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed. It's so nice to hear people like what I am doing! I feel so appreciated! 'does a little happy dance'

Anyway, since school started, I can't update that fast anymore. But rest assured. I will continue this story, and update one chapter a week at least! More encouragements will help me write faster! Hehe. LOL! See you all soon!