Harry walked out the back and stepped back in shock. The Weasley's garden had been transformed into a Quiddich pitch , it had been enlarged and looked very similar to the one at school. Albus Dumbledore stepped forward towards Harry.

" I had to come when I heard about this match "

" Professor the Quidditch pitch is amazing. I never knew Mr and Mrs Weasley..."

" Harry " Dumbledore bent down and whispered in his ear. " I was the one who performed this magic to arrange a pitch."

" Yeah it's fantastic , very like the school..."

" Am...yes about that...Harry you cant tell anyone about this...but it is the school pitch. I performed a simple vanishing spell and then I simply borrowed it..."

" But Sir. What is someone notices the pitch is missing " asked Harry baffled.

" Well I did replace it with something. I created a hologram , so to someone it looks like the pitch is still there. The Problem is , if they attempt to fly into it , or happen to throw the quaffle through the hoops. They'll soon realise it's not real , when the quaffle soars through thin air , right through the hoop."

Harry didn't know whether to protest or laugh. Professor Dumbledore smiled. " Still " he said. " Lovely day for a match. I'm sure you'll do Gryfindor proud."

Harry smiled. " I'll try Sir."

Harry ran over to Wood , who was talking to the team.

" Oh good there you are Potter. Okay listen up everyone. This is the line out for Victors team

Chasers are Levski , Weasley , and Weasley. That must be Ginny and Charlie in there.

Beaters are Anton Krum and Volkov.

Keeper is Zograf.

Seeker is Victor Krum himself." Woods eyes suddnely bulged from their sockets.

" What is it? " cried Katie.

Wood pushed the sheet towards them. " He has three Bulgarians on the team " he cried.

" Whats wrong with that? said Alicia. " Maybe they're his friends."

Angelina grabbed the sheet from Wood. " I'll tell you whats wrong " she said. " And if I'm looking at this correctly. We are doomed."

George sighed and folded his arms. " Sorry to intervene guys. But we dont all have telepathic powers. We cant all read minds."

Harry looked up at Wood and sighed. " I dont believe this " he said suddenly.

" Believe what? " shrieked Fred.

" These three aren't just his friends " said Harry. " They are his team mates , from the Bulgarian international squad or as we know them Runners up in the Quidditch World Cup."