The tone of December is strong winds and blizzards. Compared with the vast world, Hogwarts Castle is like a small animal in the snow with a white felt hat.

For example, a sniff.

A pair of students at Hogwarts stood in the courtyard chatting. "Come on," said Eleanor, who pulled a locket out of her thin clothes pocket and looked closely. "I remember there were buttons for adjusting the range at the edge..."

The boy next to her hesitated for a moment and sat a little closer. Caldwell watched her focus on fiddling the knob on the locket.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"Constant temperature locket, my mother sent it to me." Eleanor lowered his head to study, explaining, "Okay!"

"What...wow." Caldwell said in amazement, feeling a warm breath seeping in through the cold clothes little by little, and at first it was a little uncomfortable because the heat made him suddenly realize how cool his outer clothes were, but soon, he squinted his eyes comfortably.

It seems like I suddenly returned to summer.

"I said why didn't you wear a thick wool cloak? It turned out that there was this... this constant temperature box!" Caldwell said, his face flushed red by the heat, and he quickly loosened the thick scarf wrapped around his neck.

"It's a constant temperature locket," Eleanor repeated it and showed it to him. "There are two knobs on it, one controls the range and the other controls the temperature. It is a new product launched by the Future World. My mother immediately mailed it to me through the owl."

"The future world?" Caldwell heard another strange word.

"Oh my! This is a very famous company recently, with their news everywhere. The Magic Light Show, a collaboration with the weird sisters group, in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade branches... They also launched a list of upcoming products, a full dozen pieces, and I especially want the Jade Crown."

Caldwell looked at her enviously, "You know so much, unlike me who know nothing."

"Because my mother is a wizard, she graduated from Hufflepuff like me, and she told me the little secrets in the kitchen..." Eleanor said with a narrow eyes. She had moon-white hair and a round face.

"So you don't have to worry. If you don't understand, just ask me." She patted her chest and said.

They sat on benches in the courtyard, watching the men and women walking leisurely on weekends, pointing at everyone passing by.

"Look, that person is Slytherin, you can see from the color of his scarf."

"The two girls were holding magic puppets, which were props for ancient magic literature classes. I guess they were looking for a secluded place to play."

"Ha, look at that person, does his clothes look like the little wizard Mick? Especially when he scratches his head, he is so stupid..." Eleanor giggled.

Caldwell listened carefully, and pointed to a person in the distance, "It's Professor Moody!"

The two fell silent and watched quietly as Moody dragged one leg, approaching and leaving from a distance. They held their breath until he turned a corner, and the "crunching" sound of snow finally disappeared.

"He's really scary, isn't he?" Eleanor said softly.

"Yeah, you're right," Caldwell agreed, "you can't believe how terrible he was when he yelled at me on the day he picked the Warriors. The ragged nose was less than three inches away from me, thanks to a young professor who saved me..."

"Stop talking." Eleanor immediately remembered the scene of her scolding by Professor Moody when she dyed Piper Wolf in class.

Under the influence of the constant temperature locket, the bitter cold wind turned into a cool spring breeze, which made Caldwell feel comfortable. He felt that Eleanor had turned the temperature of the locket too high. They were like sitting next to the fire in the fireplace, and the snow around them fainted unconsciously.

"What is that?" Caldwell said suddenly, pointing to the snow in the courtyard, "Is there something underneath."

"I don't know." Eleanor said, taking out her wand from her pocket and watching the snow vigilantly. Caldwell followed the same, but they were all freshmen and had not learned a few useful spells.

"It must be a living thing!" said Caldwell, lifting their legs up and laying them on the edge of the chair, watching carefully as the snow dragged out a long track, and then pausing not far from them.

Just as Caldwell began to think about whether a big mouth with fangs would suddenly pop up, the snow bulged a small bag, "It's coming out!" Eleanor said nervously, grabbing Caldwell's arm with one hand.

"Don't worry, it doesn't look big...I should be able to handle it...Huh?"

He was about to cheer up Eleanor when a pink beak came out, then a furry head was revealed.

"Shi!"

Vulcan Valen raised his head, looked around under a layer of snow, paused on Eleanor and Caldwell, looked at the direction of the exit of the courtyard, and his body penetrated into the snow again.

"What is that...it doesn't look scary." Caldwell said, and he couldn't help but blush. Perhaps Eleanor was getting too close and the locket was too hot.

"One sniff," said Eleanor. "I heard from the chief that a professor in the school raised sniff... Oh, no."

"What's wrong?"

"We missed an opportunity! The premier said that this sniff has many treasures, and no one knows what good things are hidden in its pocket, but as long as it likes it, it will take out the treasure and exchange it with you!"

"What can a sniffer have? Is it a good-looking stone?" Caldwell asked, and this is the only thing he could think of.

"More than that, I heard that a pair of twins gave it a box of sniffing fireworks, but they changed to a quill that could draw in the air. The figures they drew would move... Another student gave it a shiny grass and changed to a bottle of blue bubble-blowing water."

"Blow bubbles and water?"

"A bubble that can put people in!"

Caldwell imagined the scene where Eleanor was put into a blue bubble, and he found that he was very expecting it. But the sniff had left, and he could only stare at the traces left on the snow.

...

Varun is enjoying a rare holiday. It has made an agreement with the Great Demon King that every time he learns a hundred words, it can go out for a walk, the kind that no one looks at.

After coming out of the courtyard and walking for a distance, it poked its head out again. It smelled more than a dozen familiar scents, picked one of them, and acted quickly. Occasionally, it could also hear some dialogues that seemed to be comprehensible.

"I'll tell you only, who made you my sister... Professor Trelawney predicted that something bad will happen!"

"Yes," said a voice with no interest, "who will die this time?"

"Padma Pettier!" The man who spoke before sounded unhappy, "You should learn to respect the professor."

"Sorry, Ravenclaw only respects truly learned people."

Sniff Varun poked his head out of the snow and saw a pair of twin sisters who looked very similar, hesitant to walk back.

"Look, it's sniff! Don't go, I'm going to exchange things with you!" One of the witches ran towards it excitedly. Valen was startled and hurried into the snow and ran away.

This time it was much more cautious. When it heard a voice, it would deliberately slow down. Soon, it smelled a familiar sound, no, it was three.

"The people in Vagado don't live in snow houses, do they?"

"Fred, you are insulting my African friends. They have their own residence... The environment is indeed not good, but it must be much better than Demstrong. The poor ghost ship is swaying in the wind..." said a very fast voice, not very angry.

"You really made friends with them?" Fred asked in surprise.

"Look at my braids, brother, we are all bronze eagles tonight!" Li Qiaodan shouted a slogan of no money.

"Oh, Lee, the students of Lavenclaw College would be upset..." George said with a smile.

Sniffing quickly passed like a black shadow, and found his target before entering the main building of the castle.

"That was definitely a terrible idea," Ron said.

"I don't think so," Hermione said calmly.

"Don't you think it's outrageous? We squatted outside Ifamoni camp for two hours just to say a few words to the goblins... I almost frightened to death when they pointed the arrow at me."

Harrymore didn't say anything. Today he wanted to sleep in on the weekend, but Hermione insisted on pulling them to interview goblins and asking them how they were living in Ifamoni, saying that they wanted to compare and study with the domestic elves in Hogwarts.

As a result, the goblins drove them away without hesitation. As for their feelings... he is now muddy from head to toe, and just wants to go back and take a hot bath as soon as possible, and he doesn't want to talk at all.

At this time, a black shadow rushed out from him. He subconsciously pulled out his wand, but stopped at the moment he saw the shadow clearly. "Valun?" he shouted in surprise.

Sniff climbed up his shoulders and watched Ron and Hermione quarrel with condescendingly.
Chapter completed!