The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

It has been a few weeks since Maca returned from Romania. Although McGonagall had shown him Akinbad's letter as soon as he returned to Hogwarts, he did not say anything specific.

He just said—

"Christmas is coming!"

After that, the situation at the Heberch School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Israel also spread to Hogwarts with the media, but Maca still did not react.

It's like, now he just wants to get ready for Christmas and make the whole school have a night to remember. Other than that, don't do what he thinks.

As the days passed, the only thing that changed the most in everyone's daily life was the snowflakes fluttering in the air.

In the office, Maca was burying her head in the paper, her pen never stopping.

Not far from the table lay a map of the comet's orbit, which had been predicted by recent Muggle astronomers, and was much more detailed than his previous one.

Only occasionally would he pick up the cup that was placed on the table while he was writing, and pour a sip of tea into his mouth, which had already been cold.

I don't know how long it took for him to suddenly thrust the quill into the inkwell, and then put aside the thick stack of manuscript paper in front of him.

After drinking the tea from his cup, he finally leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes for a moment.

"In that case, it might work...... "Marca thought to herself, "of course, provided that the data is not wrong." ”

After resting his brain for a moment, he got up and walked to the door.

……

It's almost dusk, and without the warm sunlight of the day, you can intuitively feel the temperature dropping rapidly.

Maca stepped on the snow that had already accumulated, crunching through most of the vestibule, and once again came to the door of Hagrid's hunting lodge.

"Bang bang!"

He knocked on the door, but after a while he couldn't wait for Hagrid to come out and open it.

Of course, it's more likely that no one will respond to knocks on Hagrid's door lately, but that doesn't mean Hagrid isn't home.

Maca has long been accustomed to this.

I didn't pay much attention to it, but I saw him stretch out his hand and shake it in front of the door a few times, and then opened the door with one hand.

"Is it really in there again?"

I looked around the room, but there was no one.

But in this hut today there is something that has never been seen here before—a flat box like a door panel, like a coffin lid, to put it mildly.

At this moment, the "coffin lid" was leaning against the wall of the hut, and the room was quiet, almost non-existent.

Maca shrugged her shoulders and lifted her leg to walk straight there.

It wasn't until he came to the front of the thing that he saw that one side of the flat box was a door panel, and there was even an old copper doorknob on it!

And as soon as he calmly grasped the doorknob and pulled it open, everything behind the panel door immediately came into his eyes.

It is no exaggeration to say that a small world is hidden in this flat box, which is no more than 3 inches (about 7.62 centimeters) thick.

"Roar—"

As soon as he opened the door, a loud roar immediately came from inside, but the sound seemed to be thousands of miles away.

Maca didn't stop at the door, and stepped straight inside after opening the door.

Since the flat box is leaning against the wall of the hut, the simultaneous shift in the tilt of the ground and the center of gravity may seem a little strange when you walk past.

But once you're inside, the vision will open up and you'll forget all about your doubts.

As far as the eye can see, there is an open meadow, and overhead is a shade of trees.

In fact, when you look back, you can see that the place you just came in is actually a stout tree. The door on the trunk of the tree seems to have grown there, and there is even a little bit of art.

"Bang!"

He closed the door first.

"Hagrid!"

Suddenly, Maka's shout spread along the turquoise meadow, attracting many magical animals that lived there.

A group of white Pegasus Ben was chewing grass with their heads down, and when they heard Maca's voice, their ears suddenly twitched twice, and then they all raised their heads to look this way.

There were several holes in the ground not far away, and as Maca's shouts passed, several goblins emerged from the ground, looked left and right with curiosity—and were then caught by the flying owl Marfa and left into the distance.

Suddenly, a series of ball-flying birds flickered and jumped at Pegasus' feet, running one after another.

The mischievous little ones chased after each other, but suddenly an invisible beast appeared next to them, seemingly trying to drive them back to the safety of their lair.

Maca's gaze didn't linger on them for long, and he looked up into the distance. In the distance, a huge creature could be seen soaring through the air.

"Roar—"

Coldly, another roar resounded through the space, startling all the magical beasts to flee to their nests.

It was Norberta, the Norwegian spinback dragon - most of the animals didn't know that her voice could be heard, but she couldn't get through the area.

"Oh! Maka, you're here? ”

When Demaka walked over there, Hagrid, who heard his shout, temporarily put down the tin pail in his hand and greeted him.

"I'm preparing dinner for Nobeta! I've got some fish for ...... to-day," he said pleasantly, "I've heard that the Norwegian Spinal is the only fire dragon that goes out to sea to fish, and I'm trying to see if it's true." ”

But when Maca heard this, she spread her hands.

"Fishing may be possible, but it's not necessarily for food," he said, "and you know, going for a swim in the sea might just be a form of entertainment." ”

Having said that, Maca didn't try to stop Hagrid, after all, he just casually said a possibility.

As he watched Hagrid turn around and make some minced meat, Maca helped him get it up.

"How's it going, do you get along well with the animals?" As he put vegetables in the minced meat, he asked, "If you have any problems, feel free to tell me, and I'll work with you to find a way to solve them—especially the safety stuff, so you can't cause any accidents!" ”

"Well, actually, it's nothing," Hagrid thought for a moment, "If anything, hey, can this place be bigger?" I don't think Novelta's sweetheart always flies hard enough......"

Maca grinned, and to be honest, he really couldn't stand Hagrid's strange smell.

"It's not impossible to stack the Traceless Stretching Spell again, but it will take more time to stabilize the space, and I'm afraid Christmas will be over by then!"

"Oh...... All right! ”

Hagrid shook the meat off his hand, then wiped his hand and went back to chopping the cabbage.

But after he had taken a few steps, there was a pause in his feet, and he turned back to look at Maca with a puzzled face.

"Maka, seriously!" Hagrid couldn't help but ask, "What do I think...... Are you preparing for this Christmas event with such a special mind? ”

"Huh? Isn't it good to be serious? "Every year there are old students graduating and new students coming in at the same time – I hope to leave some wonderful impressions or memories on them." ”

"Of course it's a good thing, I'm just ......," Hagrid hesitated, struggling with his words, "I feel like you're more diligent this time than you were when you were preparing for the Alchemy Contest last time!" ”

"This time, there are also guests from outside the school, and there are quite a few of them!"

With a wave of her hand, Maca stopped talking, but let the iron bucket with a large pile of minced meat and shredded vegetables float on its own.

The bucket alone was half a man's height, and he didn't have the strength to lift it up as much as Hagrid.

"Knock-"

I saw him knock on the wall of the bucket with a spoon, and made a few muffled noises filled with things.

Before the sound of the knock could be settled, several eagle-headed horse-winged beasts sprang out of a small forest in the distance, and after running a few steps on the grass, they spread their wings and flew up, rushing towards this direction.

Hagrid watched as Maca began to feed the eagles, and had no choice but to stop asking any questions, but instead picked up another bucket with large pieces of fish and walked farther away.

Maca was scooping out the minced meat with a big spoon and throwing it to the Hippogriff who was surrounding her, watching them raise their front hooves to catch it.

The Hippogriffs were sick, and he and Hagrid had to mix potions in their food. But it was because of their illness that Hagrid was able to buy them at a low price from a breeder.

He fed a few large spoonfuls of minced meat, glanced back at Hagrid's departing back, and sighed secretly.

"I hope you can have some fun at Christmas in the near future!"

After feeding the large vat of minced meat, and watching the eagle horses slowly return to the woods, Maca gently took out her staff and shook it into the air.

As they watched a light source in the sky dim, most of the animals looked up into the sky - they weren't used to the darkness yet!

Looking over at Hagrid again, she saw that the guy was being knocked to the ground by Nobeta's tail, but she immediately got up and tried to give her a hug, and Maca couldn't help but shake her head and laugh.

If I could be as pure and candid as Hagrid, maybe a lot of things would be very simple.

"I'll go back first!"

With this shouting again, Maca did not delay any longer, and turned to walk towards the big tree.

It's not just Hagrid who has to take care of it, but the Defence Against the Dark Arts stuff that Snape still gives him wants him to keep tossing!

It wasn't long before the door embedded in the tree trunk closed again, and the space finally entered the real night.