"May the sky clear up!" Ron looked out the window, his smile slowly fading. The window glass was blurred by the heavy rain.
His wish did not come true. It rained even harder in the afternoon!
At 4: 30 in the afternoon, Elwyn, Hermione, and Corin had planned to watch Gryffindor's first training after the reorganization, but they did not go out because of the weather. Harry, Ron, and Ginny left the castle with brooms in their hands.
By the time they arrived at the Quidditch stadium for training, they were soaked to the skin within minutes, and their feet slipped on the wet grass.
The sky was gray, and thunder rumbled.
In this weather, it was a relief to enter the warm and bright locker room.
Although they knew this relief was only temporary, Harry found that Fred and George were discussing whether they should use quick-effect truancy candy to avoid flying.
"Oh, I bet she knows!" Fred said with a grin. "If only I hadn't sold her the truancy candy yesterday."
"We can use fever candy," George whispered. "Except for Elwyn, no one has seen it …"
"Will it work?" Ron asked hopefully. The rain on the roof beat louder, and the wind howled around the house.
"Not bad!" Fred said. "Your body temperature will rise all of a sudden, like boiling water, frighteningly hot …"
"With the heat, some big pustules will grow," George said. "We haven't figured out how to get rid of them yet."
"But I can't see pustules." Ron looked at the twins.
"You can't," Fred said gloomily. "They don't grow in the parts we usually show to the outside world."
"But they make sitting on a broom really like …"
"You know, not every broomstick has an invisible seat like the Asterisk."
"Okay, everyone, listen to me!" Angelina walked out of the captain's office and said loudly, "I know the weather isn't ideal, but it's very likely that we'll be playing against Slytherin's team in these conditions, so we'd better practice how to deal with it. Harry, when we played against Hufflepuff in the previous rainstorm, didn't you use some method to make the rain blind your glasses? "
"Hermione did it," said Harry. He drew out his wand and tapped his spectacles. "Waterproof!"
"I think we should all try it." Angelina said as she took out her wand. "As long as we don't let the rain hit our faces, we'll be able to see much better. Everyone, let's do this together. Waterproof and moisture-proof!"
"Did you know that Elwyn has an enhanced version of the waterproof and moisture-proof spell that bounces the rain away from his body? It's like a magical barrier, so you can't get wet at all," Fred said. "I've only seen him use it once."
"I must ask him how he did it tonight." George said.
After a few minutes, everyone was present.
They all put their wands in the inside pockets of their robes, picked up their brooms, and followed Angelina out of the locker room.
They walked through the thickening mud to the center of the court. Although there was a waterproof spell, the visibility was still very low.
The light quickly dimmed, and the curtain of rain swept across the court.
"Okay, listen to my whistle," Angelina shouted.
Harry kicked off with both feet and soared into the air. Mud splashed everywhere, and the wind made him tilt a little.
He didn't know how to see the Snitch in this weather. It was hard enough just to see the wandering balls they hit.
In the first minute of the game, a wandering ball almost knocked him off his broom. He had to roll with a sloth hugging a tree to avoid it.
Unfortunately, Angelina didn't see it. In fact, she didn't seem to see anything. They didn't know what the others were doing.
The wind was getting stronger, and Harry could even hear the pitter-patter of the rain on the lake in the distance.
Angelina let them practice for nearly two hours before stopping. If it wasn't for Elwyn's team activity that night, she might have let them continue until nine o 'clock.
She brought the drenched and grumbling team members back to the locker room, insisting that this training wasn't a waste of time, although her tone didn't sound very confident.
Fred and George were especially angry. Both of them bowed their legs and grimaced with every step. Harry heard them grumbling as he wiped his head with a towel.
"Ouch, some of mine might be broken," Fred said in a muffled voice.
"Mine isn't!" George said through his teeth. "It's so swollen, it looks like it's getting bigger!"
"Ouch!" Harry suddenly screamed.
He covered his face with a towel and closed his eyes tightly in pain.
The scar on his forehead was burning again. It hadn't hurt like this for months, and it hadn't been this bad before.
"What's wrong?" A few voices asked at the same time.
Harry removed the towel. The locker room was a blur because he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he could feel everyone's faces facing him.
"It's nothing!" he mumbled. "I accidentally hit my eye. It's nothing."
But he winked at Ron and covered his scar with the towel.
"Alright, let's go to the hall and see what's left."
"I need to go change first."
"I'm going to find Elwyn to learn the enhanced rain protection spell. I'm going now. I heard the rain will last for a week."
While the men wrapped themselves in cloaks, pulled down their hats, and filed out, the two of them remained.
"What's going on?" Ron asked as soon as Aria disappeared from the door. "Is it your scar?"
Harry nodded. His breathing gradually calmed down.
"But?" Ron walked to the window and looked at the rain. After confirming that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "He, he can't be very close to us now, right? You didn't touch anything, and Umrich isn't here either. Didn't you and Elwyn verify it last time? "
"It shouldn't be her. It's just a coincidence." Harry said in a low voice. He sat down on the stool and rubbed his forehead. "He might be thousands of miles away, in Norway, where Sirius mentioned, with those vampires. I'm hurting because, um, he's angry. "
Harry didn't want to say that. The words sounded like they came from a stranger.
But he immediately realized that it was the truth. He didn't know where this realization came from.
He did know that Lord Voldemort, no matter where he was or what he was doing, the demon was angry.
With the gloomy weather, the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly became gloomy following Harry's words.
"Angry?! Did you see him?! "Ron said in fear." Did you see an illusion? "
Harry sat quietly and stared at his feet. He let his thoughts and memories relax in the lingering pain.
Chaotic images and noises flashed in front of him so fast that he couldn't see them clearly.
"It's those vampires. Something went wrong there. Dumbledore did something to ruin his plan!"
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