Fred deliberately said in a grave tone, "Ron... then I have to tell you something even scarier!"
"Wood definitely hasn't sacrificed himself..." George picked up the thread. "He even sent Vizet a letter a couple of days ago, saying their team had won four in a row."
"That's the scariest part!" Fred went on. "This is something Angelina wants to do herself!"
"Ugh!" Ron let out a long, resigned sigh, climbed out of bed, grabbed a piece of clothing, and pulled it on.
As he dressed, he complained, "I don't know who cast that spell! How could it be such a coincidence that they used a Weather Charm right now! I really want to curse them!"
Fred grinned and suggested a possibility. "What if it was Vizet?"
"I almost forgot when you didn't mention it!" George recalled something. "I remember Vizet can cast a Weather Charm like that..."
"Er..." Ron was momentarily speechless. He could only yank the coat hanging on the rail over and throw it messily over himself. "Then... then forget it!"
To avoid Angelina Johnson coming to the dormitory again to urge them on, Ron complained but did not dare dawdle. He quickly got dressed, then followed Harry and the others out of the dormitory.
When the group came out of the Common Room, they also ran into Hermione, who was returning from studying in the library.
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron in surprise and asked tentatively, "Are you planning to go to Hogsmeade?"
"Wait for me!" She hugged the stack of books in her arms tightly. "I'll put the books back in the dormitory and come find you."
Before Harry and Ron could say anything, Fred had already strode forward, opened his arms with a grin, and firmly hooked them both in. "Hermione, you're too