Don't Talk Nonsense

The Quidditch players on both sides were still trading attacks in a fierce contest on the pitch, but the weather was getting worse and worse. The moving wind seemed to be driving the dark clouds together, gradually gathering them overhead.

The Aurors in charge of patrols looked up and felt the change in the weather. After drawing together briefly, they scattered in all directions, searching for the cause of the sudden shift.

"Why did the weather change just like that? I didn't bring an umbrella," the spectators in the stands complained as they saw snowflakes begin to drift down from the sky.

In the Forbidden Forest, Allen's clone stretched one hand high toward the sky, while his other hand controlled the magically gathered dark clouds, sending them drifting toward the Quidditch Pitch. As obscure runic incantations carrying the essence of magic flowed ceaselessly from Allen's mouth, visible magic surged around him.

Having single-handedly completed in a short time a spell to change the weather that would normally require several ordinary wizards working together, Allen's clone looked up and noticed that Aurors were already flying from the pitch toward the Forbidden Forest. He lowered his hands, casually turned his head to scan the area, then used Sectumsempra on a tree to cut off a small branch. After picking it up, he let himself dissipate on the spot.

Over the pitch, the dark clouds gathered with growing force. The gale howled, and the snowflakes falling from the sky gradually grew larger and denser...

Slytherin Beater Goyle smashed the Bludger hard toward Gryffindor Chaser Dean Thomas. Facing the oncoming Bludger, Ron, bat in hand, blocked Dean's path and swung his Beater's bat with all his strength, wanting to smash the Bludger back. But that kind of technique was not something a beginner