" We must consult the governors, " said Professor Flitwick in his squeaky little voice; he had a large bruise on his forehead but seemed otherwise unscathed by his collapse in Snape's office.
" No—everyone's fine—" gasped Harry, whose forehead felt as though it were on fire again. " Well...Avery isn't...he's in trouble...he gave him the wrong information...He's really angry..."
You ignore the form. So you've warmed up until light flecks of sweat appeared on your forehead, done some cardio for about 5 minutes, and switched to strength exercise.
Of course, it is easy to downplay all of this as superstition but considering the fact that when Blanc kept kissing his forehead, they won the Euros two years later, I'd say maybe lucky charms do exist in football.