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...to the final
of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!

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Let the match...

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...begin!

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There's no one like Krum.

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- Krum?
- Dumb Krum?

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He's like a bird,
the way he rides the wind.

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- He's more than an athlete.
- Dumb Krum.

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He's an artist.

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- I think you're in love, Ron.
- Shut up.

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Sounds like the Irish
have got their pride on.

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Stop! Stop it!

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It's not the Irish.

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We've gotta get out of here. Now!

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Get out, it's the Death Eaters!

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Get back to the Portkey, everybody,
and stick together!

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Fred, George!
Ginny is your responsibility.