early morning,

William pushed open the door and looked up, only to find that it was snowing heavily outside at some point.

The snowflakes are fluttering and the north wind is whistling, just like the crying of a naughty child in his family, without the intention of stopping.

The houses around were also covered with white, with thick and long icicles on the eaves, like large pieces of crystal.

William stood under the eaves, stretched out his palm and caught the cool snowflakes. He chuckled softly, "Hermione, it's so heavy snow outside, it's going to flood the manor."

"Ah, is it snowing??"

Hermione jogged over happily before poking her head out. A gust of cold wind blew, and she quickly retracted her head and hid behind William.

"It's so cold!"

William nodded. After a while, he had already received a handful of snow in his hand.

He pinched a loose snowball that was not very strong and threw it out gently. Before it landed, it scattered like cherry blossoms.

Hermione looked at William in a daze, thinking about what happened last night, and when he turned around and looked at him, she still had no idea.

William reached out and waved her hand in front of Hermione with a smile on her face. She finally came back to her senses and chuckled softly, holding his cold red hand, sniffed, and spit out white mist.

The two returned to the warm room and were about to finish breakfast before going out.

After ringing the bell on the table, the house elf delivered breakfast within a minute.

Tsk tsk...the decaying and depraved life of magicalism!

Don't want to erode me!

William was judging in his heart while eating.

Bobocha and Bobosha have not returned yet, so I don’t know where to go.

Crook Mountain squatted alone on the table, looking at the foggy window, thinking hard.

Its tail swipes gently and nearly becomes a desktop cleaner, sweeping the parchment William wrote last night, and Hermione's thick homework to the ground.

Crook Mountain poked out its claws, and the meat pad slapped on the glass, leaving a series of cat claw marks.

It couldn't resist curiosity again, and slowly stuck out its tongue, licked the frozen glass, and screamed immediately.

The tongue is stuck!

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

When he arrived at the door, William twisted the door handle and the door was deliberately locked.

"Hurry up and open the door, Anne." Hermione knocked on the door.

"Annie is not here!" A deliberate voice came from the room.

"This is the automatic voice reply function. If you have any questions, please leave a message, Didi~Didi~"

“…”

“…Then I opened it myself?”

"Hate! Wait, I'm wearing clothes! Give me time for a song!"

The two of them waited patiently and for five minutes, but the door had not opened yet.

Is this song you wrote, the song is called "Agenda 2/ASLSP". I need to listen to it for 639 years?

Hermione stopped talking nonsense, aimed her wand at the door lock, and the door slammed open.

Annie was fully armed: she wrapped the thick quilt tightly and curled up, and all four sides were pressed under her body, forming a 'quilt ball'.

It seemed that I had made up my mind and was about to stay in bed and couldn't get up.

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

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

"Not cold at all!"

"Isn't it cold yet?"

"Can't you get up?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"I can't get up! I'm just dead today, I'm dead here, and I won't get up!"

There is a magical creature called quilt fairies in the magic world. With their guardian quilts, there are generally no ghosts and monsters that can't be disturbed, and the cold current cannot be blown in.

However, this magical creature will absorb a lot of oxygen and release excessive carbon dioxide.

Soon, Annie couldn't bear it, so she had to secretly lift the quilt and get some air.

Unfortunately, she was caught by the sharp-eyed Hermione.

"Don't lift the quilt, I'm not wearing any clothes." Anne screamed.

Hermione didn't believe it at all and forced the quilt to lift it open. Anne was wearing pink pajamas and a warm-up badge on her body.

On the bed, three cats grew: Bobo Tea, Bobosha and pineapple head.

They held their hands side by side and squatted on the bed, watching the quilt being taken away, and rolled up the ears of the plane and crawled under the quilt.

"Why is my Poposa here with you?" Hermione asked. "Are you bullying it again?"

"No!" Anne yawned and said, "How do I know? It came with Bobo Tea last night. There was no one in your room and it couldn't get in, so it got into my bed and went to bed."

Anne stood on the bed and said condescendingly: "Where did you go last night?"

Hermione blushed, her hands wrapped around her back, and a burning sensation on her face.

"I was writing a defense statement to Hager last night, so I went back a little late."

"It was almost twelve o'clock when I went to your room to knock on the door!" Annie narrowed her eyes and asked, "Where are you?"

"Do you care about me!" Hermione was furious like a wild cat.

"Okay, I don't go home at night!"

The two of them started to tear each other, and Hermione wanted to insert her cold hand into Annie's neck; Annie took a quilt and covered her.

William sat on the chair, holding the book of "The Book of Abraham" in his hand, without raising his head, and letting the two girls make trouble.

William was carefully reading the steps of making the flying cloak.

He did not expect that in the alchemy book, there was a method of making a flying cloak.

This shows that someone has successfully created it before it will automatically appear in the alchemy book.

The production steps are very complicated, not only dementors are needed, but also the volleys. William has the volleys, but there is no volleys.

He needed to find this dark creature to create the kind of "suspended cloak" of Doctor Strange.

Once this kind of clothing is made, it will become popular in the magic world like the invisible cloak.

Because it has a great experience.

Until now, there is no popular magic that allows wizards to continue flying in the sky.

You can only use items such as flying brooms or magic carpets.

But a close-fitting piece of clothing will infinitely improve this experience, just like you can fly.

Of course, the price will be extremely high. After all, it is a new product.

The material is also a civil servant of the British Ministry of Magic. How can the price not be expensive?

Ordinary people can't afford it.

William never wanted to snatch the poor man’s money, of course whoever has the money earns!

What, no money?

Then go ride Comet 250!

That's cheap.

After a while of fun, Anne finally got up.

Hermione helped her comb her hair and tied her ugly braid in revenge.

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

The snow outside the house is deep, and it will squeak when you step down.

They came to the west side of the manor, where there was a lake, and there was already thick ice on the lake.

William cut a big hole on the ice, made a nest, and started fishing.

Hermione and Anne are building snowmen.

Soon, a huge snowman several people tall stood on the lakeside, and Anne took two stones as her eyes.

Hermione was a little tired, so she walked to the lake and watched William fishing.

She picked up the wooden barrel, and there were a few trout that had not long since left the lake, jumping around.

Anne piled up a few more snowmen, ran to the two of them, screaming and thrilling, "Look!"
To be continued...