Harry and Ron had no way of knowing whether Hagrid had taken their suggestions to heart, or how much of them he had accepted. Really, though, the two of them had only wanted to keep Hagrid's talent from going to waste. They had no other ideas beyond that.
The days before Halloween passed without incident. For Harry and Ron, each day consisted of nothing more than classes, homework, and Quidditch practice.
Monotonous and dull.
One thing Harry and the others really disliked about the weather in the United Kingdom was that both rain and snow came without any warning.
You couldn't call overcast skies or wind a warning, because in the United Kingdom, there was nothing strange about seventy or eighty days out of a hundred being cloudy. Of course, given that it rained on at least fifty or sixty days out of a hundred, it was hard to say.
Harry hated the rain, especially when he had practice.
Although Quidditch matches would be suspended because of heavy rain, and so would Quidditch practice, truly torrential downpours were actually uncommon in the United Kingdom, or at least here at Hogwarts. Far more often, the rain simply lingered on and on.
It was all right in summer, but in autumn and winter, it was genuinely cold.
Then, once practice was over, they would be soaked to the skin. There was magic that could quickly make their clothes dry and fresh again, like what Mr. Weasley had done in Diagon Alley over the summer holidays.
But although that sort of magic wasn't advanced, it demanded a high level of magical control, and at least Harry and the others weren't particularly proficient at it. Of course, that excluded sixth-year Oliver Wood and star student Hermione.
That day, practice had once again ended in