v4 Chapter 134： I didn't even want to scrape the poor ghost's money!

early morning,

William pushed open the door and looked up, only to find that there was a heavy snowfall outside.

Snowflakes fluttered, and the north wind was rustling, like the crying of some naughty child, with no intention of stopping.

The surrounding houses are also covered with white, and there are thick and long icicles around the eaves, like large crystals.

William stood under the eaves, stretched out his palms, and caught the cool snowflakes. He smiled softly: "Hermione, there is so much snow outside that it will flood the manor."

"Ah, is it snowing!?"

Hermione happily trotted over before sticking her head out, a gust of cold wind blew, and she quickly retracted her head and hid behind William.

"so cold!"

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

He squeezed a loose snowball that was not too strong and threw it out gently. Before it hit the ground, it scattered like cherry blossoms.

Hermione stared at William intently, dazed, thinking about what happened last night, and when he turned to look at her, she didn't know it.

William stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Hermione with a smile on his face. She finally regained her composure, and smiled softly, holding his frozen red hand, heaving a sigh of relief, and exhaling white mist.

The two returned to the warm room, ready to go out after breakfast.

After ringing the bell on the table, the house-elf brought breakfast in less than a minute.

Tsk tsk...the life of magicism and corruption!

Don't try to erode me!

William gulps his food while criticizing in his heart.

Bobo Tea and Bobosha haven't come back yet, so I don't know where to go.

Crookshanks crouched alone on the table, looking out the foggy window, thinking hard about Meow.

With a gentle sweep of its tail, it almost became a master desk cleaner, sweeping down the parchment that William wrote last night and Hermione's thick homework.

Crookshanks sticks out his paws, and the pads hit the glass, leaving a series of cat paw prints.

It couldn't hold back its curiosity again, and slowly stuck out its tongue, licked the frozen glass, and suddenly screamed.

Tongue stuck!

After William and Hermione finished eating, they walked down the long corridor towards Annie's room.

When he came to the door, William twisted the door handle, and the door had been locked on purpose.

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

"Annie's not here!" A deliberately low voice came from the room.

"This is the automatic voice reply function. If you have anything, please leave a message, DiDi~DiDi~"

"..."

"...Then I open it myself?"

"Hate! Wait, I'm getting dressed! Time for a song!"

The two were patient and waited for a full five minutes, but the door hadn't opened yet.

Co-authored your song, the song is called "Pipe Organ 2/aslsp", need to listen to 639 years?

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

Annie is fully armed: she is wrapped tightly in the thick quilt, curled up, all four sides are pressed under her body, and it forms a 'quilt ball'.

It seemed that he had made up his mind to stay in bed and not get up.

"Get up, Annie! It's snowing outside." Hermione urged softly. "Let's go out and make a snowman."

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

"It's not cold at all!"

"It's snowing, isn't it cold?"

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

"Don't get up! Today I'm going to die. If I die here, I won't even get up!"

There is a magical creature called the quilt fairy in the magic world. With the quilt they guard, generally there will be no ghosts and ghosts, and the cold current will not blow in.

However, this magical creature absorbs a lot of oxygen and releases excess carbon dioxide.

Soon, Annie couldn't take it anymore, and had to secretly lift the quilt to breathe.

It's a pity that the sharp-eyed Hermione caught him.

"Don't lift the quilt, I have no clothes on." Annie screamed.

Hermione didn't believe it at all and forcibly lifted the quilt. Annie was wearing pink pajamas with a warm-up badge on her body.

On the bed, three cats also grew: Bobo Tea, Bobo Sha and Pineapple Head.

They crossed their hands side by side, squatted on the bed, saw the quilt being lifted away, rolled up the ears of the plane, and crawled under the quilt.

"Why is my Poposa here with you?" Hermione asked. "You bullied it again?"

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

Annie stood on the bed and said condescendingly, "Where did you go last night?"

Hermione blushed, her hands tangled behind her, her face burning.

"I was writing my defense to Hagrid last night, so I got back a little late."

"It was almost twelve when I knocked on the door of your room!" Annie squinted and asked, "Where have you been?"

"You control me!" Hermione frowned like a wild cat.

"Okay, stay home at night!"

The two were torn apart, and Hermione wanted to insert her cold hand into Annie's neck; Annie took the quilt and covered her.

William sat on the chair, holding the Book of Abraham in his hand, without looking up, the two girls were making fun of it.

William is reading carefully, the production steps of the flying cloak.

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

This means that someone who has successfully created it will automatically appear in the alchemy book.

The production steps are very cumbersome, not only need dementors, but also bats. William has Dementors, but no Voldemort.

He needs to find this dark creature in order to make the kind of 'suspended cloak' of Doctor Strange.

Once this kind of clothing is made, it will be popular in the magical world just like the invisibility cloak.

Because it's a great experience.

Until now, there has been no universal magic that allows wizards to continuously fly in the sky.

Only with the help of a broom, or a magic carpet.

But a close-fitting dress will infinitely improve this experience. As if he could fly.

Of course, the price will be extremely high. It's a new product after all.

The material is also a civil servant of the British Ministry of Magic - Dementor, can the price be cheap?

Ordinary people can't afford it.

William never wanted to scrape the money of the poor, of course whoever has the money earns it!

What, no money?

Then go ride the Comet 250!

That is cheap.

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

Hermione combed her hair, retaliating with an ugly braid.

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

The snow is so deep outside, it makes a creaking sound when you step on it.

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

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

Hermione and Annie are building a snowman.

Soon, a huge snowman stood on the edge of the lake, and Annie took two stones for eyes.

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

She rolled up the barrel, and there were still a few trout in it that had not left the lake for a long time, and were jumping alive.

Annie built a few more snowmen and ran all the way to the two of them, screaming and jumping: "Look!"

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

The cat must be Bobo tea them, and the dog is Da Hei, who is fighting a werewolf snowman.

"Da Hei doesn't know where to go. It's so cold, will it freeze to death?" Annie suddenly worried.

"No." William comforted: "Da Hei may stay at Mopsy the Dog, and he will definitely be safe."

"Really?" Annie was not sure, she said unhappily: "It must not have received a Christmas gift I have prepared it for it...It's too pitiful."

"If Professor McGonagall checks out the Firebolt, I might be able to ride it and search for Da Hei in the Forbidden Forest," Annie muttered.

"Firebolt is so fast, it will take a few days to fly the Forbidden Forest once..."

Listening to Annie's words, Hermione stared at the dog piled up with snow for a moment.

She suddenly looked terrified and said in a trembling voice:

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

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