Fred deliberately said in a grave tone, "Ron... then I have something even more terrifying to tell you!"
"Wood definitely hasn't died..." George picked up the thread. "He sent Wizet a letter two days ago, saying his team had won four matches in a row."
"That's the most terrifying part!" Fred continued. "This is something Angelina wanted 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 started grumbling, "I don't know who cast that spell! How could they use a Weather-Changing Charm at a time like this? I really want to curse them!"
Fred grinned as he offered a possibility. "What if it was Wizet?"
"You mentioning it almost made me forget!" George recalled something. "I remember Wizet can cast that kind of Weather-Changing Charm..."
"Uh..." Ron was left speechless. He could only yank down the coat hanging from the bedpost and throw it haphazardly over himself. "Then... then forget it!"
To keep Angelina Johnson from coming to the dormitory to hurry them again, Ron did not dare slack off even as he complained. He quickly got dressed and followed Harry and the others out of the dormitory.
When they emerged from the common room, they ran into Hermione, who had returned from studying in the library.
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron in surprise and asked tentatively, "Are you planning to go to Hogsmeade Village?"
"Wait for me!" She hugged the stack of books in her arms tighter. "I'll put these back in the dormitory and come find you."
Before Harry and Ron could say anything, Fred had already strode forward. With a cheerful grin, he spread his arms and firmly hooked both of them in an embrace. "Hermione, you're