Winter nights arrive remarkably early, and by five o'clock in the evening, the sky had already plunged into darkness.
Yet today, Hogwarts was somewhat unusual. The Quidditch pitch remained brilliantly illuminated, with the professors of Hogwarts having lit torches all around the stadium so that the match could continue.
In the stands, Albert pulled his thick cloak tighter around himself to ward off the rapidly dropping evening chill. Compared to Albert's situation, the other spectators around him were in an even worse plight; having missed lunch, their stomachs were already rumbling with hunger.
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