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'
But
they
make
sitting
on
a
broom
a
right
pain
in
the
--
'
'
All
right
,
everyone
,
listen
up
,
'
said
Angelina
loudly
,
emerging
from
the
Captain
's
office
.
'
I
know
it
's
not
ideal
weather
,
but
there
's
a
chance
we
'll
be
playing
Slytherin
in
conditions
like
this
so
it
's
a
good
idea
to
work
out
how
we
're
going
to
cope
with
them
.
Harry
,
did
n't
you
do
something
to
your
glasses
to
stop
the
rain
fogging
them
up
when
we
played
Hufflepuff
in
that
storm
?
'
'
Hermione
did
it
,
'
said
Harry
.
He
pulled
out
his
wand
,
tapped
his
glasses
and
said
,
'
Impervius
!
'
'
I
think
we
all
ought
to
try
that
,
'
said
Angelina
.
'
If
we
could
just
keep
the
rain
off
our
faces
it
would
really
help
visibility
--
all
together
,
come
on
--
Impervius!OK
.
Let
's
go
.
'
They
all
stowed
their
wands
back
in
the
inside
pockets
of
their
robes
,
shouldered
their
brooms
and
followed
Angelina
out
of
the
changing
rooms
.
They
squelched
through
the
deepening
mud
to
the
middle
of
the
pitch
;
visibility
was
still
very
poor
even
with
the
Impervius
Charm
;
light
was
fading
fast
and
curtains
of
rain
were
sweeping
the
grounds
.
'
All
right
,
on
my
whistle
,
'
shouted
Angelina
.
Harry
kicked
off
from
the
ground
,
spraying
mud
in
all
directions
,
and
shot
upwards
,
the
wind
pulling
him
slightly
off
course
.
He
had
no
idea
how
he
was
going
to
see
the
Snitch
in
this
weather
;
he
was
having
enough
difficulty
seeing
the
one
Bludger
with
which
they
were
practising
;
a
minute
into
the
practice
it
almost
unseated
him
and
he
had
to
use
the
Sloth
Grip
Roll
to
avoid
it
.
Unfortunately
,
Angelina
did
not
see
this
.
In
fact
,
she
did
not
appear
to
be
able
to
see
anything
;
none
of
them
had
a
clue
what
the
others
were
doing
.
The
wind
was
picking
up
;
even
at
a
distance
Harry
could
hear
the
swishing
,
pounding
sounds
of
the
rain
pummelling
the
surface
of
the
lake
.
