There was Cho, only she wasn’t in the robes she’d been wearing before. Instead, she was wearing a white gi, her hair was tied back and she was sweating heavily. Her hands were also bandaged up, but not as much as Hermione’s were. But that’s not what stopped Harry in his tracks. Cho was sparring against one of the training dummies he regularly destroyed, except she didn’t have any weapons. Instead, she was grabbing the dummy and tossing it around, shouting out in frustration each time she did so.