"Let me tell you a story. Dudley waved his wand and the snowman vanished, reappearing in the picturesque kingdom of Arendelle, surrounded by the sea.

"In this kingdom live two lovely and beautiful little princesses, Elsa and Anna. The kingdom vision vanished, and with them came two little girls.

As Dudley narrates, the images are constantly changing, and the only regret is that they don't show them as coherently and smoothly as animations, just like illustrations in a storybook.

As the story goes, Elsa is discovered to have magic, and she escapes the kingdom and walks on top of the snowy mountains. Dudley distracted himself and increased his magic output, causing Elsa to sing "Let It Go" in the picture.

The consequence of this is that Dudley is very tired now, his face is a little pale, if it weren't for the increase in his magic, he would definitely not be able to achieve this effect with magic, but it is worth it, this is the essence.

As Dudley finished the story, there was loud applause behind him, and they were already full of people, including the professors.

"Very good, wonderful Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face, and she was satisfied, this was the student she had taught, and she could use such advanced Transfiguration in her first year.

Not to be outdone, Professor Flitwick complimented, "Subtle magical control." ”

"Good story, the easiest thing in this life is to lose yourself, and the most difficult thing is to find yourself and be your true self again. Dumbledore clapped his hands and smiled softly, then touched the corners of his eyes, "Love melts frozen hearts, love is always so great!" He glanced at Harry unconsciously as he said love.

Dudley looked at Dumbledore with admiration in his eyes, worthy of Dumbledore, and immediately pointed out the point.

"You like this story?" Dudley asked, looking at the crowd.

"I like it!"

"The song is super good!"

"The story is wonderful!"

"Love Elsa and Anna!"

A group of young wizards chattered and were very excited to express their feelings.

This made Dudley's eyes light up, and he seemed to see the golden Galleons hovering above the heads of the young wizards in front of him.

If you can sell books plus music and animated images together, it will be a huge profit, Dudley feels that a lot of gold gallons are beckoning to him, and the first two are easy to get but animation.

"Dudley!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione each called.

"Huh?" Dudley looked around in confusion, and there were only a few of them and the professors left behind.

"Professor Dumbledore just told you that if he could, he would like to help you deliver this story to Wizarding Weekly, so that more people can see such a good story. Hermione said.

"All right," Dudley replied, "Thank you, Professor!"

There were a lot of people here, and Dudley didn't directly call Professor Dumbledore Old Deng.

Dumbledore is really powerful, "Wizarding Weekly" is global in nature, and "Frozen" can be promoted at once, if Dudley does it himself, it is estimated that it will be spread in schools and Diagon Alley, if you want to circulate it in the entire wizarding world, it is very time-consuming and laborious.

"Ahh

Suddenly, from around the corner came a muffled cry of terror, which sounded a bit like Quirrell, and Dudley didn't know what he was making again.

Sure enough, it was Quirrell, who staggered as he staggered with his hands on his turban, two fist-sized snowballs chasing after him.

Quirrell looked a little excited when he saw them, and he sped up, hoping for help.

But everyone watched Quirrell being chased by snowballs, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick didn't react. Dudley and Dumbledore reacted, but they didn't ask for help, and Dumbledore smiled even more, looking forward to seeing Quirrell hit by a snowball.

Dumbledore = bad old man = bad dripping very!

As if he had tripped over something invisible, Quirrell lunged straight ahead, his hands holding his turban to death even if he fell.

"Bang, bang!" Two snowballs slammed into the back of Quirrell's head.

Then came the Weasley twins, George and Fred, who didn't notice anyone in front of them, only Quirrell who had fallen to the ground, and they all covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

"Weasley!" Professor McGonagall grimaced.

"Here!" Before George and Fred could reply, Ron stood up tremblingly. He was named by Professor McGonagall in every class, and it wasn't always instinctive.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Ron, then ignored him, looking at the twin brothers.

Even if the Weasley twins were blind, they would have known that there were people in front of them, not to mention that they weren't.

"It's over. George said.

"We've been caught. ”

"The two of you will each deduct ten points, be locked up for the night, and each of you will hand in a fourteen-inch review. Professor McGonagall roared.

Dudley admired these two men very much, and at this moment words alone could no longer express his excitement.

The Weasley brothers were at the top of their lives, because they did something that even Dumbledore couldn't.

When the twin brothers left, Professor McGonagall was furious, and Quirrell, as a professor, was actually chased by the students with magic, "You can't get up yet, how long do you want to lie down?"

Chiloliso got up, he shivered, his face was full of embarrassment, and in his characteristic stammering grammar, he intermittently 'me' for a long time,

"Alright! alright!" Professor McGonagall stopped Quirrell, unable to say what he wanted to say for a long time.

Dumbledore chuckled softly, and said, "I'm old, and it's a little cold when the wind blows outside. With that, he turned and left, along with Professors McGonagall and Flitwick.

Dudley looked at Quirrell, who was about to say something, and he hurriedly said, "Professor, it's really cold outside, let's go in first." Then he dragged them and ran away.

Poor Quirrell was messy in the snow alone, no, there was a Voldemort with him.

The week felt very slow, and everyone seemed impatient, because everyone couldn't wait for the holiday, the last class before the break was Professor Snape's Potions class, there was no burning fireplace in the basement, it was very cold, the students only needed a breath to form a white mist, and the only way to keep themselves warm was to get close to the hot crucible.

"I feel so sorry for someone. "He had to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because his family didn't want him anymore." ”

Malfoy's eyes kept looking at Ron defiantly as he spoke, and Crabbe and Goyle snickered as they spoke.

"They just went to Romania to visit my brother. Ron said in a low voice.

Even though Ron's voice was deliberately low, it was still heard by Snape, who was paying attention to Harry all the time, and said, "Harry Potter, your classmates are disrupting the class, but you don't stop it, and Gryffindor deducts five points because of you." ”

Harry didn't speak, he took care of grinding the spine into powder, he didn't have to pay attention to it, because no matter what he did, Snape would deduct his points, and Harry knew a lot about how to deal with Snape.

"Harry Potter, ignoring the teacher deducts five points. ”

Harry didn't push back, making Snape look bored, and he ignored Harry after the deduction, but looked forward to the next opportunity.

Ever since Quidditch lost the match, Malfoy had been pestering Harry even harder, wanting to duel him again, but Harry had always refused, and then he changed his mind and felt that it was the same to annoy Ron. It's the right idea, because Ron gets angry every time, and in the end, he needs Harry's reassurance to calm his emotions.

"Finally liberated. As soon as the class ended, Harry sighed.

"Dude, you're thinking too much. Dudley gave Snape a sneaky glance and said, "You're going to have to return to Snape's arms sooner or later." ”

"What?" Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I didn't hear anything. ”

When they left the basement classroom, they found that the corridor in front of them was blocked by a large fir tree. Seeing the two big feet sticking out from under the tree, and hearing the loud snoring, they didn't have to guess that they knew that it must be Hagrid who was dragging the tree.

"Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.

"No, I can, thank you, Ron. ”

"Can you get out of the way, out of the way?" Malfoy's cold, dragging voice came from behind them, "Weasley, are you poor and want to work odd hours to earn some pocket money? I guess you wish you could be a hunting ground warden here after graduating from Hogwarts? Otherwise, after you graduate, I will allow you to come to our house as a servant!"

Ron rushed headlong towards Malfoy, just as Snape appeared up on the stairs.

"Weasley!"

Ron loosened the clothes on Malfoy's chest.

"Someone messed with him first, Professor Snape. Hagrid stuck his unkempt head out from behind the tree, looked at Snape and said, "Malfoy just insulted his family. ”

"Either way, it's against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid. Snape said in a sleek voice, "Gryffindor was deducted five points, Weasley, you should be glad you didn't deduct more." Alright, let's go, all of you. ”

"If you agree to that, I won't provoke you anymore. Malfoy whispered as he passed Harry's side, and the thing he said was that he wanted to duel Harry again. Then he led Crabbe and Goyle rudely past the tree, knocking the needles everywhere, smirking smugly.