A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 449 I never intended to rip off poor people!

early morning,

William pushed open the door and looked up, only to find that a heavy snow had fallen outside sometime earlier.

Snowflakes fluttered down, and the north wind howled, like the wailing of a naughty child, with no sign of stopping.

The surrounding houses were also covered in white, with thick, long icicles hanging from the eaves, resembling large pieces of crystal.

William stood under the eaves, stretched out his palm to catch the cool snowflakes, and chuckled softly, "Hermione, it's snowing so hard outside, it's going to flood the manor."

"Oh, is it snowing!?"

Hermione trotted over happily, but as soon as she peeked out, a gust of cold wind blew by, and she quickly pulled her head back, hiding behind William.

"It's so cold!"

William nodded, and in that short time, his hands had unknowingly collected a handful of snow.

He made a loose snowball, which wasn't very firm, and tossed it gently. Before it even hit the ground, it scattered like cherry blossoms.

Hermione stared intently at William, lost in thought about the previous night, completely unaware that he had turned to look at her.

William waved his hand in front of Hermione's eyes with a smile. She finally came to her senses, smiled gently, held his frostbitten hands, breathed on them, and exhaled white mist.

The two returned to their warm room, intending to have breakfast before going out again.

I rang the bell on the table, and the house-elf brought breakfast in less than a minute.

Tsk tsk... the decadent and corrupt life of magicalism!

Don't even think about corrupting me!

William ate his meal while internally criticizing himself.

Bobo Tea and Bobo Sa haven't come back yet; I wonder where they've gone off to have fun.

Crookshank sat alone on the table, gazing at the misty window, pondering the meaning of life as a cat.

Its tail swished gently, almost becoming a master of desktop cleaning, sweeping William's parchment from last night and Hermione's thick stack of homework off the floor.

Crookshank stretched out its paws and slapped the glass with its paw pads, leaving a series of cat paw prints.

Unable to resist its curiosity, it slowly stuck out its tongue and licked the frozen glass, immediately letting out a scream.

My tongue got stuck!

After William and Hermione finished their meal, they walked down the long corridor toward Anne's room.

Upon reaching the door, William turned the doorknob, but the door had been deliberately locked from the inside.

"Open the door quickly, Annie." Hermione knocked on the door.

"Annie isn't here!" came a deliberately hushed voice from inside the room.

"This is the automated voice reply function. Please leave a message if you need anything. Beep beep beep beep~"

"..."

"...Then I'll open it myself?"

"Ugh! Wait a minute, I'm getting dressed! Give me a song's worth of time!"

The two waited patiently for a full five minutes, but the door still didn't open.

So your song, titled "Organ 2/ASLSP," requires 639 years to listen to?

Hermione said no more, pointed her wand at the lock, and the door slammed open.

Anne was fully prepared: she wrapped herself tightly in a thick quilt, curled up, with all four sides tucked under her body, forming a "quilt ball".

It seems she's made up her mind to stay in bed and not get up.

"Get up quickly, Annie! It's snowing heavily outside," Hermione urged softly. "Let's go build a snowman."

"No, it's too cold," Annie's muffled voice came from under the covers.

"It's not cold at all!"

"Isn't it cold even though it's snowing?"

"Are you getting up or not?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"I won't get up! Even if I die here today, I won't get up!"

In the magical world, there exists a magical creature called the Bed Fairy. Beds guarded by these fairies are generally free from ghosts and monsters, and cold air cannot get in.

However, this magical creature absorbs large amounts of oxygen and releases excessive amounts of carbon dioxide.

Soon, Annie couldn't stand it anymore and had to secretly lift the covers to get some fresh air.

Unfortunately, Hermione, with her sharp eyes, caught him red-handed.

"Don't pull back the covers, I'm not dressed!" Annie screamed.

Hermione didn't believe her at all and forcibly pulled back the covers. Anne was wearing pink pajamas and had warming badges stuck to her body.

Three cats also grew on the bed: Bobo Tea, Bobo Sa, and Pineapple Head.

They sat side by side on the bed, hands tucked in their pockets. As the blanket was pulled away, they rolled up their airplane ears and crawled under the blanket.

"Why is my PPSh-Shock here with you?" Hermione asked. "Did you bully it again?"

"No!" Annie yawned. "How would I know? It came with Boba last night. No one was in your room, so it couldn't get in and just crawled into my bed to sleep."

Annie stood on the bed, looking down at her, and asked, "Where did you go last night?"

Hermione blushed, her hands twisted behind her back, and her face felt burning.

"I was writing a defense statement for Hagrid last night, so I got home a little late."

"It was almost midnight when I knocked on your door!" Annie squinted, questioning, "Where did you go?"

"Mind your own business!" Hermione snapped, bristling like a wildcat.

"Okay, you're not coming home tonight!"

The two began to struggle, with Hermione trying to shove her cold hands into Anne's neck; Anne, in turn, grabbed a blanket and covered her with it.

William sat in his chair, holding the Book of Abraham in his hands, not even looking up, letting the two girls fool around.

William was carefully reviewing the steps for making a flying cloak.

He hadn't expected that the alchemy book contained a method for making a flying cloak.

This means that someone successfully created it before, which is why it automatically appears in the alchemy book.

The process is very complicated, requiring not only Dementors but also Voldemorts. William has Dementors, but no Voldemorts.

He needs to find this dark creature in order to create Doctor Strange's 'levitation cloak'.

Once this garment is made, it will become as popular in the magical world as the invisibility cloak.

Because the experience is so good.

To this day, there is no widely available magic that allows wizards to fly continuously in the sky.

It can only be done with the help of flying brooms or magic carpets.

But a close-fitting garment can enhance this experience infinitely. It's as if you can fly.

Of course, the price will be incredibly high. After all, it's a new product.

The materials are also from Dementors, British Ministry of Magic officials; how could the price not be high?

Ordinary people definitely can't afford it.

William never intended to rip off poor people; of course, he would only work for whoever was rich!

What, no money?

Let's go ride the Comet 250 then!

That one is cheap.

After playing around for a while, Annie finally got up.

Hermione combed her hair and, in retaliation, braided it into an ugly plait.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and the three of them left the room and walked into the snow.

The snow outside was deep and crunchy with every step.

They arrived at the west side of the manor, where there was a lake with a thick layer of ice on its surface.

William chiseled a large hole in the ice, baited the spot, and began fishing.

Hermione and Anne are building a snowman.

Soon, a giant snowman, several meters tall, stood on the lakeside, and Annie took two stones to make its eyes.

Hermione was a little tired, so she went to the lakeside and watched William fish.

She lifted the wooden bucket, inside which were several trout that had recently been caught in the lake, still jumping around.

Annie built a few more snowmen, then ran up to the two of them, squealing with excitement, "Look!"

William looked up and saw that Anne had piled up several cats and a dog.

The cat is definitely Bobo Cha and the others, and the dog is Big Black, who is fighting a werewolf yeti.

"I wonder where Big Black has gone. It's so cold, won't it freeze to death?" Annie suddenly asked worriedly.

"No, it won't be," William reassured him. "Big Black will probably stay with 'Dog-Loving Mopsy,' he'll definitely be safe."

"Really?" Annie wasn't sure. She said unhappily, "It definitely didn't receive any Christmas presents. I prepared everything for it... It's so pitiful."

"If Professor McGonagall checks the fire bolts, I might be able to ride it into the Forbidden Forest to search for Big Black," Anne muttered.

"With fire arrows this fast, it won't be long before they've swept through the Forbidden Forest..."

Hermione listened to Anne's words, staring blankly at the dog made of snow for a moment.

Her face suddenly filled with terror, and she said in a trembling voice:

"William, I think... I might know... how Black... escaped the Dementors' search!"

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