As December arrived, the weather around Hogwarts grew increasingly dreadful. The castle was often shrouded in wind and snow, while the howling icy wind lashed painfully against their cheeks. Outdoor Herbology class and Care of Magical Creatures class became everyone's two least favorite lessons.
The castle corridors were cold and damp, with fierce gusts blowing in through loose windowpanes. People hurried along, with no one willing to linger in the corridors. Even the Common Room was freezing, and the empty seats by the fireplace became the most sought-after spots.
Albert had no choice but to bundle himself in a thick sweater, scarf, and gloves, stuffing specially made warming items and hot drinks into his pockets. He strongly suspected the weather had become so terrible because the large number of Dementors active around Hogwarts had caused a chain reaction.
If anyone in the dormitory hated the foul weather most, it was undoubtedly Fred and George.
After the Ravenclaw team defeated the Hufflepuff team at the end of November, it meant the Gryffindor team still had a chance to win the competition. Wood, his spirits soaring, once again transformed into a training fanatic and led his team through grueling practice in the wind and snow.
After all, they could not afford to lose another match.
The Weasley twins were also forced to train hard amid the bone-chilling wind and snow. Every time they returned from practice, they looked especially battered.
Albert and Lee Jordan both deeply sympathized with Fred and George's plight.
Not joining the Quidditch team had indeed been the wisest choice. Otherwise, he would have had to suffer on the pitch alongside the twins.
Albert could not endure that kind of torment, nor did he have that much energy to waste on Quidditch training. He had a mountain of things