A certain day in mid-November, Hogwarts's annual Quidditch match commenced amid sheets of torrential rain.
Countless blurred figures on broomsticks darted back and forth through the rain. Every goal elicited a deafening roar of cheers, giving Albert, who had just emerged into the stands holding an umbrella, a surreal sense of being whisked back to his student days.
Well, come to think of it, he had only graduated from Hogwarts not all that long ago!
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