The rest of the Christmas holiday was a little quieter than usual.

There is no way, in previous years, there were still a few guys who stayed in school for various reasons, but now? For the sake of safety, the students of the school have been persuaded to leave the school as long as they have nothing urgent to do, and the number of people left is really small for the empty campus.

On a brand-new morning full of salted fish desires, the careless Alan lazily greeted the prefect while getting the bread into the plate, and his eyes kept drifting to Beauxbatons like everyone else - no way, on this cold morning, with only a few familiar prefects left in his own students, it was obviously quite a pleasing thing to look at the large number of beauties on Beauxbatons' side.

"Then again, how long is the holiday season coming?" said a prefect who hadn't spoken much as the people were arguing about the origin of Christmas in the wizarding world.

"Four days, what's wrong, Lawrence, bored to stay?"

"Somewhat, it feels like we're wasting our time at school - think about it, Dumbledore is still searching for Grindelwald in Germany, and we're wasting our lives here at leisure!

This kind of mid-second explosion directly made Alan stunned, but Lawrence is a sixteen-year-old fifth-grader, how can he still talk so mid-second?

However, sometimes this kind of thing is contagious, and this complaint almost inspired everyone's pent-up desire to fight, and everyone expressed their determination to fight - no way, Grindelwald kept Britain from moving much in order to prevent Dumbledore from coming to stop him, which made the fear of the number one Dark Lord in Britain seriously insufficient, but most of the people who were prefects were the best in each grade, which made it easy for them to have an inexplicable psychology of wanting to do something.

It didn't take long for the crazy prefects to solve the problem, and in almost a few minutes, the general map of the German wizarding world was marked on the table by the wand, and the various newspaper reports were analyzed one by one, and the marks were made one by one - obviously, these most elite Hogwarts beings were trying to analyze Grindelwald's current situation at this moment, and then consider whether to do anything bad or good.

"What do you think, Alan?" - the analysis was not very successful, there was too little information known and there was no way to confirm the accuracy or anything, but it didn't stop them from using their wands to blur out a map of the boss in mid-air and pull in the rest of the people who hadn't spoken yet.

Alan Meizi got the last portion of today's small bacon omelette on his plate, and then set his eyes on the things that had been analyzed, and a sincere look was cast on everyone:

"I'm very happy to see that everyone wants to fight so much, after all, although the school can't teach this kind of thing directly, everyone knows its importance very well - that's good, anyway, I don't have any arrangements today, everyone will go out to practice hand duels or something, right?"

Silence, silence again, the atmosphere that had been chatting was suddenly muted, and then, Alan didn't even get a positive answer, and found that the table for everyone to eat was empty.

"I'm sorry, I still have a paper on Transfiguration, let's talk about it again!"

"My cake is still baking over there, let's go first!"

"If I can't finish the compound decoction paper, Professor Snape will kill me, I'm pretty sure of it, I'll go back to the common room first!"

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Among the many answers, there are a few excuses with different styles - "Well, I'm going to see the greenhouse, and I won't go back to the lounge!" and a series of other answers, all of which were Hufflepuff's own people.

Obviously, there is a talent called a sentence that can talk to death...

"It's boring. Alan shrugged his shoulders and silently gave the group a wide look, and then he dealt with the food on the plate, how can it be so hard for students to get their first win?

Alan ate the last bite of food in a frustrated manner, stood up, and casually glanced at the ceiling that reflected the weather - the weather was really not good, gloomy, as if it had been filled with lead, and it felt as if he should stay in the lounge and be a happy salted fish in this weather.

Well, with a little bit of white falling, it all makes a difference.

"It's snowing?" Alan muttered, but it was too loud for the guys who hadn't had time to walk away - for a moment, a bunch of prefects were in a rather neat posture looking at the sky.

"It seems to be eh, it's snowing-" Marshall answered, scratching his head: "Okay, it's snowing, but it's still nothing special, I'm going on a date, see you back." ”

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Ignoring the murderous gaze of a group of people, Marshall ran to the girl's side with a smile, but when he walked over quickly and showed a bright smile, Marshall's classmate was suddenly hugged by a witch from Castrobusher who couldn't hide his figure even with a thick layer of warm clothes: "Snow, snow!"

With a smile on her face, she let go of Marshall, who looked confused, nervously looked at the wizards around her, and couldn't wait to give a warm hug to a large circle of witches around her (at this moment Marshall was meeting a new questioning look), and the words in her mouth never stopped: "It's snow, the snow that falls, not the kind of snow that dyes the ground white all at once when you come together!"

Girl, be careful, although you hugged Marshall earlier and made us all happy, but this is not the time to go crazy!

"Anyway, this won't be the first time she's seen snow falling, is it? It's been in the middle of the night before, and this year it's the first time I've seen snowflakes fall - there seem to be only a few places in Brazil where snow falls, and Castrobusche doesn't seem to be in those areas. A Ravenclaw prefect pushed his glasses and calmly stated his reasoning, which seemed to be quite close to the truth.

"Okay, don't talk about it, let Marshall be happy again, what should we do, this snow is not estimated to be small, how about a snowball fight in the afternoon?"

"Okay. ”

"Yes. “

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A group of quite serious prefects made this childish decision very seriously, but their eyes drifted towards Alan from time to time, and their eyes were indescribably weird...