The Bulgarian team came out and then the Irish team. Never had we seen a game quite like it. It was so close Krum caught the snitch but it ended with BULGARIA ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY, IRELAND: ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY. We had hardly realised that the game was actually over until that moment. The roar of the crowds was so loud. We just about made it back to the tent. But there were so many parties going on around us. Irish national anthems and one man close to our tent didn’t realise that I could understand I bit of what he was saying because, well he wasn’t being very nice about the Irish squad and said something that I found to be very amusing.

We all went to bed that evening feeling tired and very pleased with ourselves. It had been a great match. It must have been three in the morning before the singing died down, after-all it had been the most important of matches. It was strange because the singing turned into screaming and people started to run into the woods. Mr Diggory worked for the Ministry and went as part of their team. Cedric and I went with most of the others to the woods. We had no idea what was going on until we looked up and saw green lights in the sky. Those were not Irish lights. I had seen that before. I knew all too well what that was. To say it ruined the sentiments and fun we had been having was an understatement. It annihilated them. Whoever these people in their dark masks were had spoilt our fun completely.