In fact, Hogwarts' weather had been rather unpleasant since October.
The relentless rain had lasted for almost the entire month, damp air permeating Hogwarts Castle and carrying a chill that seeped into the bones.
By November, that chill had finally turned into heavy snow, blanketing Hogwarts Castle.
Snowflakes filled the sky, piling the snow ever deeper, as though weighing the students down until they could scarcely breathe. Even walking had become a shivering ordeal.
It was not until December arrived that the weather finally seemed to let out a sigh of relief and gradually cleared up.
At least today, Hogwarts Castle was free of howling, bone-piercing wind and snow, and the cold air carried a crisp freshness.
Sunlight filtered through wispy clouds, casting a faint golden sheen over the snow on the ground.
Students passing by the windowsill could not help but smile at the expanse of glittering gold beyond the lawns, already looking forward to today's Quidditch match.
Especially at the Ravenclaw table, where students eagerly discussed Quidditch, anticipating how the Ravenclaw Quidditch team would perform in this year's Hogwarts Quidditch Cup.
For them, there was little point in discussing who would win or lose. What they preferred to discuss was what the final score would be.
"I think it'll be a landslide! Probably... five hundred seventy to twenty!"
"That's a bit exaggerated... I'm more conservative. The final score should be three hundred twenty to... um... one hundred fifty!"
"Stuart, you little—one hundred fifty? You think Harry will catch the Golden Snitch, don't you? You're looking down on Cho Chang! It'll definitely be four hundred seventy to zero!"
"You're being way too exaggerated... Gryffindor is still very strong. I remember the score from the year before last... we only won by thirty points."
"Your analysis makes sense, so I