"Let's hope the sky will clear!" Ron looked out the window, his smile slowly fading, the window panes blurred by the heavy rain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His wish was not fulfilled, and by the afternoon the rain had fallen even more!

At half past four in the afternoon, Aven, Hermione, and Colin originally planned to go to see the first training session after the Gryffindor team reorganized, but they didn't go out after seeing the weather, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny left the castle with broomsticks with sad faces.

By the time they arrived at the Quidditch pitch for training, they were drenched in a few minutes and their feet were slipping on the wet grass.

The sky was gray and thundering.

In this weather, it was a great relief to be in the warm and bright dressing room.

Despite knowing that the ease was short-lived, Harry found out that Fred and George were discussing whether or not to use quick-acting truancy candy to avoid flying.

"Well, I bet she'll know!" said Fred, grinning, "if only I hadn't sold her spit candy yesterday." ”

"We can use fever candy. George whispered, "No one has seen it except for Aven......"

"Spirit?" Ron asked hopefully, the rain pounding louder on the roof, and the wind howling around the house.

"It's okay!" Fred said, "Your body temperature will rise all at once, like boiling water, and the heat will be frightening......

"Along with the high temperature, there will be some large pustules. "We haven't figured out a way to eliminate them yet." ”

"But I can't see the pus. Ron looked at the twin brothers.

"You can't see it," Fred said gloomily, "they don't grow in the areas we normally show out. ”

"But they make sitting on a broom really like ......"

"You know, not every broom has an invisible seat like an asterisk. ”

"Alright, listen to me!" Angelina said loudly as she came out of the captain's office, "I know the weather isn't good, but we're likely to play Slytherin in these conditions, so we'd better practice how to deal with it." Harry, didn't you do something to make the rain blindfold us in the previous Rainstorm against Hufflepuff?"

"Hermione did it. Harry said, pulling out his wand, tapping his glasses and saying, "Waterproof and moisture-proof!"

"I think we should all give it a try. Angelina said, and then took out her wand, "As long as the rain doesn't hit your face, your vision will be much clearer, let's come together, waterproof and moisture-proof!"

"Did you know that Evan has an enhanced version of the waterproof and moisture-resistant spell that allows the rain to bounce around his body as if there was an extra magical barrier, and he won't get any of it? "I've only seen him use it once." ”

"I'll have to ask him tonight how he did it. George said.

A few minutes later, everyone was together.

They all put their wands in their pockets inside their robes, picked up their brooms, and followed Angelina out of the dressing room.

The group walked through the thickening mud to the center of the court, and although there was a waterproof spell, the visibility was still very low.

The light quickly faded, and the rain curtain swept the grounds.

"Okay, listen to me whistle. Angelina shouted.

Harry's feet sprang into the air, mud and water splashing, and the wind blew him a little off.

He didn't know how he could see the Snitch in such weather, just looking at the Bludger they hit was hard enough.

In the opening minute, a Bludger nearly knocked him off his broomstick, and he had to roll with a sloth to dodge it.

It's a pity that Angelina didn't see it, in fact, she didn't seem to see anything, and they didn't know what others were doing.

The wind was getting stronger, and Harry could even hear the crackling of the rain against the lake in the distance.

Angelina had them practice for nearly two hours before giving up, and if it weren't for Aven's group activity tonight, she might have asked them to continue training until nine o'clock in the evening.

She brought the whining players back to the locker room, insisting that the training session was not a waste, even though there was little confidence in her tone.

Fred and George were particularly angry, both of them turning into looplegs, grinning at every step, and Harry could hear them whispering as he wiped his head with a towel.

"Hey, a few of mine may be broken. Fred said in a dull voice.

"Mine isn't yet!" said George, from between his teeth, "so swollen that it seems to be big again!"

"Ouch!" Harry snapped.

He covered his face with a towel and closed his eyes in pain.

The scar on his forehead burned again, it hadn't hurt in months, and it hadn't been so bad before.

"What's wrong?" several voices asked at once.

Harry took the towel away, and the dressing room was a blur because he didn't have glasses, but he could feel everyone's faces facing him.

"Nothing!" he muttered, "I accidentally touched my eye, and it's fine." ”

But he winked at Ron, covering his scar through a towel.

"Alright, let's go to the Great Hall and see what's left. ”

"I'm going to go back and change my clothes first. ”

"I'm going to ask Evan to learn an enhanced version of the Rain Charm, go now, I've heard this rain is going to rain for a week. ”

When the team wrapped up their cloaks, lowered the brims of their hats, and fished out, the two of them stayed.

"What's going on?" Ron asked as soon as Arya disappeared from the doorway, "Is it your scar?"

Harry nodded, his breath calming down.

"But?" Ron walked to the window in disbelief, looked into the rain to make sure no one was around, and lowered his voice as he said, "He—he can't be very close to us right now, is he? You haven't touched anything, and Umbridge isn't here, did you and Evan verify it last time?"

"It shouldn't be her, it's just a coincidence. Harry whispered, sitting down on a stool and rubbing his forehead, "He may be outside of the world, in Norway that Sirius said, with those vampires. I hurt because, well, he's angry. ”

Harry hadn't even wanted to say that, it sounded like it came from a stranger.

But he immediately realized that it was true, and he didn't know where it came from.

He did know that Voldemort, wherever he was or what he was doing, the demon was throwing a tantrum.

With the gloomy weather, the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly became gloomy with Harry's words.

"Angry?!Did you see him?!" Ron said fearfully, "Did you see a vision?"

Harry sat quietly, staring at his feet, letting his thoughts and memories relax in the aftermath.

The chaotic images and noisy voices flashed quickly in front of him, and he didn't have time to see them clearly.

"It's those vampires, things have gone wrong there, what Dumbledore has done to ruin his plans!"

He was once again amazed to hear himself say this, but knew very well that it was true.