v2 Chapter 979： Scars and anger

"I hope the sky will be fine!" Ron looked out the window, the smile slowly disappeared, and the window glass was blurred by heavy rain.

His wishes were not fulfilled, and the rain was even bigger in the afternoon!

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Ai Wen, Hermione, and Colin originally planned to see the first training after the reorganization of Gryffindor. However, after watching the weather, they did not go out. Harry, Ron and Ginny frowned. Holding the broomstick to leave the castle.

When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch training, they were drenched in a few minutes and their feet slipped on the wet grass.

The sky was gray and thunderous.

undefinedIn this weather, it was a relief to get into the warm and bright dressing room.

Although they knew it was only a short time, Harry and Fred are discussing whether to use the sugar to escape the flight.

"Oh, I bet she will know!" Fred grinned. "I didn't want to sell her spit sugar yesterday."

"We can use sugar to burn," George whispered. "Besides Avon, no one has seen it..."

"Ling?" Ron asked hopefully, the rain on the roof slammed louder, and the wind whistling around the house.

"Alright!" said Fred. "Your body temperature will rise up at once, like boiling water, hot scary..."

"With the heat, there will be some big pustules." George has not figured out how to eliminate them. "

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

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

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

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

"Well, everyone listens to me!" Angelina came out from the captain's office and said loudly, "I know the weather is not ideal, but we are likely to compete with the Slytherin under such conditions, so we better practice. How to deal with it. Harry, we played against Hufflepuff in the previous heavy rain. Didn't you use the method to make the rain cover the glasses?"

"It was Hermione." Harry said, he pulled out his wand and knocked on his glasses and said, "Waterproof and moistureproof!"

"I think we should all try it." Angelina said, she also took out her own wand. "As long as the rain is not allowed to hit the face, the line of sight will be much clearer. Let's come together, waterproof and moistureproof!"

"Do you know that Avon will have an enhanced version of the waterproof and moisture-proof spell that allows the rain to bounce off the body, as if there is a magical barrier, and it can't be drenched." Fred said, "I only I saw him used once."

"I must ask him how he did this evening," George said.

After a few minutes, the people are together.

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

The group walked to the center of the course with thicker and thicker mud. Although there was a waterproof spell, the visibility was still very low.

The light quickly weakened and the rain curtain swept the ground.

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

Harry slammed his feet and the mud was splashing, and the wind blew him a little.

He didn't know how to see the thief in this weather. It was enough to watch the hitting ball they hit.

One minute after the opening, a walking ball almost knocked him down the broom. He had to use the sloth to hug the tree to avoid.

Unfortunately, Angelina didn't see it. In fact, she didn't seem to see anything. They didn't know what others were doing.

The wind was getting more and more fierce, and Harry could even hear the sound of the rain in the distance hitting the lake.

Angelina asked them to practice for nearly two hours. If it weren't because of Evan's group activities this evening, she might let everyone continue training until 9 pm.

She brought the broiler and the grievous team back to the locker room, insisting that the training was not a waste of time, even though she did not have any confidence in her tone.

Fred and George were particularly fossilized, and both of them became Luo's legs. Every time they stepped, they licked their mouths. When they wiped their heads with a towel, they heard them complaining.

"Hey, some of mys may be broken." Fred said dullly.

"I haven't got it yet!" George said from his teeth. "It's so swollen, it seems to be big!"

"Hey!" Harry screamed.

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

The scar on his forehead was burning again, and it was not so painful for several months. It was not so powerful before.

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

Harry took the towel off and the locker room was blurred because he didn't wear glasses, but he could feel everyone's face toward him.

"Nothing!" he muttered. "I accidentally touched my eyes, nothing."

But he gave Ron a look and licked his scar across the towel.

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

"I have to go back and change a suit."

"I am looking for Ai Wen to learn the enhanced version of the rain curse. Go now, I heard that this rain will go down the next week."

When the team members wrapped up in the cloak, pulled down the hat, and fished out, they both stayed.

"What happened?" When Eliya disappeared from the door, Ron asked, "Is your scar?"

Harry nodded and his breath gradually stabilized.

"But?" Ron walked to the window in amazement and looked at the rain, confirming that no one was around. He lowered his voice and said, "He, he can't be close to us now, isn't he? You have nothing. I met, Umbridge is not here, have you verified with Ai Wen last time?"

"It shouldn't be her, it's just a coincidence." Harry whispered, sitting on the stool and squatting his forehead. "He may be outside, inside Norway, said by Sirius, with those vampires. I hurt. Because, um, he is angry."

Harry didn't even want to say this, and he heard it as if he was from a stranger.

But he immediately realized that it was true, and he did not know where this consciousness came from.

He did know that Voldemort, no matter where he was or what he was doing, the devil was tempered.

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

"Angry?! Have you seen him?!" Ron said with fear. "Do you see the illusion?"

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

The chaotic images, the sly voice, flashed in front of him, and he had no time to see it.

"It's those vampires, there's something wrong with it, what Dumbledore did, and destroyed his plan!"

He was once again surprised to hear that he said this, but it was clear that it was true.