The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

"Anyway, you'll be able to learn these things when you get to Beauxbatons."

Gabrielle nodded blankly and didn't ask any further questions, since it was just a casual inquiry.

She was then drawn to other topics and began asking a barrage of questions.

"Dad, what is the mountain god of the Alps like?"

Are there savages here?

"And what about the Yeti?"

What if there's an avalanche?

A series of problems were becoming increasingly difficult for the Draculas to handle.

However, they wouldn't have to worry for long, as they would soon arrive at the ski resort.

The group got off the cable car and entered the ski resort area to begin their preparations.

Because it was the Christmas holiday, there were quite a few people at the small ski resort, even though it was only open to wizards. There were at least a hundred people there.

The wizards were mostly acquaintances, especially when they saw the beautiful Dracula family—in fact, Fleur's mother was even more beautiful than Fleur, as she was half Mwaa.

So a whole bunch of people came to greet Furong's family. Fortunately, Mr. Dracula had been dealing with all this since he was young and had mastered the skill of getting rid of people very skillfully.

It took a full half hour of commotion before the family finally calmed down.

"Then, Furong, you can start by teaching Gabrielle the basics in the gentler areas, while your mother and I go try our hand at speed skating for a bit, how about that?"

Furong nodded, having no objection to the arrangement.

Because she really loves her younger sister, she even prefers spending time alone with her sister to being with her parents.

There's nothing they can do; the Draculas are just too loving. Even though they have a teenage daughter, they still occasionally act like teenagers and stick together like a couple in the teens.

This made Furong envious, but she also couldn't help but want to stay far away, otherwise she would become a third wheel.

Furong started practicing with her younger sister. Watching her sister stumble and fall down and get up again, Furong felt both amused and worried.

But whenever she sees her younger sister fall down and reach out to her for a hug, Furong feels her heart melt.

Perhaps this is a kind of happiness that only those who have younger sisters can experience.

"Sister, are there really no snowmen here?"

After the two got tired, they sat down to rest. From this distance, they could enjoy a panoramic view of the vast snow-covered landscape.

Furong stroked her sister's hair and said, "Snowmen do exist, but obviously they don't exist here."

"This is a ski resort designated by the Ministry of Magic. Every year, someone will come to check its safety. Even if there were snowmen, they would have been driven away long ago."

"Aren't they very pitiful?"

Furong shrugged, unable to answer the question.

Children are always too kind and empathetic, unable to bear seeing other creatures suffer, but humans, as the stronger species, cannot be equal to other animals.

Just as Furong was trying to find an excuse to brush off her sister, Gabrielle suddenly jumped up excitedly.

"Sister, a snowman!"

"So many snowmen!"

At first, Furong didn't think much of it, but then she glanced into the distance and suddenly her eyebrows started to twitch.

At least several dozen savage-like figures, with snow-white hair and dark skin, were rushing towards the ski resort, followed by a leader dressed in animal skins and driving a wolf-drawn chariot.

Moreover, the opponent's target seemed to be the ski resort, and the dozens of snowmen behind them resembled an army about to go to war.

At this very moment, the leader is shouting.

"Snow, you stupid husky, who told you that snowmen are people too!"

177 The Snowman's Real Goal

Snow sobbed a few times, seemingly expressing his grievances, or perhaps his dissatisfaction.

However, it clearly didn't have time to continue marveling, because the snowman behind it was chasing even closer.

Snow could only exert all his strength and run frantically to protect himself and his young master's lives.

Dolly watched the snowmen getting closer and closer behind her, watching them even throw stones at her and howl incessantly.

Dolly thought she might try communicating with them.

So Dolly said, "Stop chasing me, or I'll be home!"

Then a stone whizzed over Dolly's head.

This attack wouldn't hurt Dolly, after all, Dolly's physical abilities are quite formidable.

However, Dolly was also startled, realizing that these guys really could take people's lives.

However, Dolly did not give up.

"I was just passing through, and I don't know what's there."

"So can you just leave me alone, and let's leave peacefully without bothering each other?"

Unfortunately, what awaited Dolly was even more stones.

This made Dolly wonder if the yeti didn't know how to communicate with her, or if they simply couldn't understand English.

Dolly felt that the latter also had a considerable chance.

So I tried to communicate with the other person in French, but all I could come out of my mouth were words like "hello".

Dolly gave up instantly. She didn't care whether Dolly couldn't understand her or didn't want to communicate with her. She just ran faster!

Dolly waved her wand and cast a levitation spell on the sled beneath her feet.

Although Dolly could make the sled float, it wasn't necessary; simply reducing the sled's weight by more than half would have been sufficient.

Sure enough, Snow sped up again in the next second, which startled him. He immediately turned around and looked back, worried that the rope had broken and his little master was gone.

Seeing his master doing something magical with that magical stick, a hint of human submission flashed in Snow's eyes, and then he ran at a speed that would injure him.

Anyway, since it's injured, its owner will treat it.

Perhaps one day it will experience that strange energy again, allowing it to evolve further.

Of course, Snow wouldn't have had such language organization skills in his mind; what he described here were his vague biological instincts.

They yearn to live, to grow taller and stronger, and to reach a higher form of life.

As for the so-called independent wolf spirit, that thing never existed and is not even worth a word of praise from the master!

Dolly pondered the information about the Yeti.

The snowman never actually appeared in the original story, so it falls into the category of having relatively little information.

Fortunately, Dolly had read Lockhart's novel "A Year with the Yeti of Tibet" beforehand, which served as a source of information.

Although Lockhart himself is unreliable and his writing is full of boasting, this book is a collection of memories and experiences he stole from other wizards.

So overall, some of the details are reliable.

For example, snowmen are afraid of fire, so a skilled wizard can drive them away.

However, the Yeti still attacks and devours everything it encounters, so no wizard has been able to get close enough to study it further.

So even though the Ministry of Magic is keen to classify all humanoid beings as humans, they even want to classify centaurs as humans.

However, the Yeti is still classified as a mammal because it is too dangerous and eats humans.

This is completely unacceptable to the Ministry of Magic.

Furthermore, the Yeti can reach a height of 15 feet and has snow-white fur all over its body; it may have some connection with trolls.

Generally speaking, the area where the Yeti is generally recognized to live is the Tibet region of the great Eastern country.

Moreover, because snowmen are very active and numerous, they do not communicate with wizards.

This makes the Yeti one of the least secretive creatures in the magical world, resulting in numerous Muggle sightings of Yetis.

Because of frequent violations of Article 73 of the Secret Service Law in Tibet, the International Federation of Wizards had no choice but to establish a permanent base there and station an international special operations team.

This is the first time I've heard of a snowman named Dolly in France. Doesn't the French Ministry of Magic intend to do anything about it, or send out any observers?

Dolly looked around but couldn't see anyone, so she could only sigh and continue running away.

It wasn't that Dolly was no match for these snowmen, but rather that Dolly was currently in France.

Who knows what status these snowmen have on both sides in France? What if they're some kind of protected animal and Dolly accidentally kills them to extinction? Wouldn't Dolly end up in jail in France?

Don't do this kind of thing!

Moreover, instead of wasting magic with these guys, Dolly would rather find a new place to settle down as soon as possible so that she and Snow could rest for a while.

Dolly and Snow are exhausted after these two days.

That's right, today is already the fourth day of the Christmas holiday.

Dolly still hadn't received any help, so she began to focus all her attention on saving herself.

With Snow by her side, Dolly felt more secure about her safety and moved around faster.

Just yesterday, she and Snow even hunted several rabbits together to supplement their diet, and rabbits taste much better than the gamey pork.

This gave Dolly a lot of confidence, making her feel that with her wand and Snow, she wouldn't have much of a problem getting through the winter in this icy environment.

It's pitiful for those who are searching for themselves; they must be extremely anxious now.

While Dolly was leisurely escaping for her life, the French wizards on the ski slopes were all trembling with fear.

The reason why there are no legends of the Yeti in France is because the Yeti has been almost extinct there.

This is certainly not a glorious thing, and it also violates the relevant laws of the International Wizarding Federation. After all, even dragons now have their own protected areas.

The reason, frankly speaking, is that the area where the Yeti lives is simply not suitable for building a protected area.

For a time, a legend of a treasure trove circulated among the Yeti tribe, attracting many shamans and even dark shamans to search for it, which eventually led to a fierce battle between the two sides.

In the end, the Yeti disappeared without a trace, and many wizards were killed or injured.

The French Ministry of Magic came to arrest them, but they only caught some corpses; they didn't capture any of the living snowmen or wizards.