Chapter 979: Scars and Anger

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"I hope it will clear up!" Ron looked out the window, his smile was slowly fading away, and the window pane was blurred by the heavy rain.

His wish was not fulfilled, and it rained even harder in the afternoon!

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Ivan, Hermione, and Colin originally planned to go to the first training session after the reorganization of the Gryffindor team, but they didn't go out after seeing the weather. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were frowning. leaving the castle on a broomstick.

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

The sky was gray and thunderous.

It was such a relief to be in the warm and bright changing room in this weather.

Although they knew the relief would be short-lived, Harry found Fred and George debating whether to use quick-acting skipping sugar to avoid flying.

"Well, I bet she'd know!" grinned Fred. "I wish I hadn't sold her Puts yesterday."

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

"Spirit?" Ron asked hopefully, as the rain beat harder on the roof and the wind howled around the house.

"It's okay!" Fred said, "Your body temperature will rise all of a sudden, like boiling water, it's frighteningly hot..."

"With the heat, there are also some big pustules," George said. "We haven't figured out how to get rid of them."

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

"You can't see it," said Fred grimly. "They don't grow where we usually show them."

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

"You know, not every broom has an invisible seat like the Asterisk."

"Okay, everyone listen to me!" Angelina yelled out from the captain's office, "I know the weather is not ideal, but we are likely to play Slytherin in these conditions, so we better practice How to deal with it. Harry, we played against Hufflepuff in the rainstorm before, didn't you manage to keep the rain from covering your glasses?"

"Hermione did it," said Harry, pulling out his wand, tapping his glasses and saying, "Waterproof and moistureproof!"

"I think we should all try it." Angelina said, and took out her own wand, "As long as you don't let the rain hit your face, your vision will be much clearer, everyone, come together, waterproof and wet!"

"Do you know that Aiwen has an enhanced waterproof and moisture-proof spell, which can make the rain bounce off around his body, as if there is an extra magic barrier, so he can't get wet at all." Fred said, "I just want to Saw him use it once."

"I must ask him how he did it tonight," said George.

After a few minutes, everyone was there.

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

A group of people walked to the center of the field through thicker and thicker mud. Although there was a waterproof spell, the visibility was still very low.

The light quickly faded, and the rain curtain swept across the venue.

"Okay, listen to my whistle." Angelina shouted.

Harry kicked his feet into the air, splashing mud and water, and the wind blew him a little sideways.

He didn't know how he could see the Snitch in this weather, just watching the Bludgers they hit was hard enough.

A Bludger nearly knocked him off his broom in the opening minute, and he had to dodge with a sloth-hugging tree roll.

It's a pity that 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 rain pattering on the lake in the distance.

Angelina asked them to practice for nearly two hours before giving up. If it weren't for Ivan's group activities tonight, she might have let everyone continue training until nine o'clock in the evening.

She led the drained, whining players back to the locker room, insisting that the practice wasn't a waste of time, though there was little confidence in her tone either.

Fred and George were particularly annoyed, both bow-legged and grinning with every step they took, and Harry could hear them whining softly as he wiped their heads with a towel.

"Hiss, some of mine might be broken," Fred said in a dull voice.

"Mine hasn't!" George said through his teeth. "It's so swollen, it seems to be bigger again!"

"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.

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

The scar on his forehead was burning again. It hadn't hurt like this in months, and it hadn't been this bad before.

"What's wrong?" Several voices asked at the same time.

Harry removed the towel and the dressing room was a blur because he wasn't wearing glasses, but he could feel everyone's faces turned towards him.

"Nothing!" he muttered. "I accidentally touched my eye. It's okay."

But he winked at Ron, covering his scar with the towel.

"Okay, let's go to the auditorium to see what's left."

"I have to go back and change a set of clothes."

"I'm going to find Aiwen to learn the enhanced version of the rain-proof spell. I'm going now. I heard that it will rain for a week."

They stayed behind as the team wrapped their ponchos and pulled their hats down and filed out.

"What's going on?" Ron asked as soon as Arya disappeared through the door. "Is it your scar?"

Harry nodded, his breath gradually calming down.

"But?" Ron walked to the window in surprise, looked into the rain, and confirmed that no one was around. He lowered his voice and said, "He, he can't be very close to us now, can he? You have nothing Come across, Umbridge is not here, did you and Ivan verify it last time?"

"It shouldn't be her, it's just a coincidence." Harry whispered, sitting down on the stool and rubbing his forehead, "He might be out there, in the Norway that Sirius talked about, with those vampires. I hurt It's because, um, he's angry."

Harry didn't mean to say that at all, it sounded to him like it was coming from a stranger.

But he immediately realized that this was the truth, and he didn't know where this awareness came from.

He did know, Voldemort, that no matter where or what he was doing, the Lord was throwing a tantrum.

Accompanied by the gloomy weather, the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly became gloomy following Harry's words.

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

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

The chaotic images and noisy sounds flashed in front of him quickly, and he had no time to see them clearly.

"It's those vampires. Things went wrong there. What did Dumbledore do to ruin his plan!"

He was surprised to hear himself say it again, but it was clear it was true.

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