Time flies like a white horse, and with a flick of its mind, it has already caught the tail of October.

The weather was always gray, and the rain of bullets crackling on the windows of the castle made people feel a little irritated, and it rained for several days, and there was no way that the weather in October in England was so annoying.

However, the rainy weather could not stop the young wizards from loving Quidditch, or at least not the captains of the Quidditch teams of the various houses.

Because the Quidditch season at Hogwarts was about to begin, the four teams were training day and night, despite the rainy weather outside.

In the previous period, the hot issues brought by Willian gradually died down with the arrival of the new season, and the attention of wizards was turned to the national sport of Quidditch.

Snape wasn't so crazy anymore, though he was still as vicious as he was from time to time, but it was kind of a Potions specialty, wasn't it?

Things seemed to be back on track, and after William took out the part of the dream related to Sky City, he never had those strange nightmares again, which made him feel like he was back to normal.

Life at Hogwarts has returned to its former peace, but as Halloween approaches, we all know that this peace is about to be broken.

Except for the steady progress in Animagus, his research in other areas has made rapid progress.

For the wizard card, William has also made two basic sets of styles, and the most difficult thing in this is to build the characters in it by himself and a series of tedious and repetitive alchemy operations.

However, it was all worth the effort, and William smiled proudly at the cards in front of him and a dueling board that resembled the Wizard's chess board.

This kind of clever alchemy product is rare nowadays.

Soon, the wizarding world will be ushering in a comfortable game of chess by the fire. William boldly guessed how magical his product would be, and how many wizards would be fascinated by it.

Compared to those dangerous spells, he felt that this was magical magic, which could not only improve the lives of wizards little by little.

And the most fascinating thing about magic is that it has infinite possibilities, and wizards can achieve many things that mortals can't touch through magic.

That's the beauty of magic.

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On this day, William walked through an empty hallway with a letter tightly wrapped in heavy vellum paper in his hand.

He had just returned from Hagrid's hut, and while he was eating and drinking, he went to visit the golden eagle, Jupiter, who had not appeared for a long time, and had just passed through a storm and brought him this tightly wrapped letter in his possession.

Perhaps because of the very thin bloodline of the Thunderbird, the little guy is not as afraid of the storm as ordinary birds.

On the contrary, it loves to soar through storms, without the laziness and slackness of its previous feelings.

"I don't know why, but when it rains, the little guy is much more active than before." Outside Hagrid's cabin, Hagrid talked to William as he busied himself with the barbecue in his hand.

"I haven't seen that golden statue like this, Jupiter?"

That's because not every golden eagle has the blood of a ptarmigan, Hagrid.

It was the master of the storm, the apex predator at the top of the food chain in nature, and even the slightest trace of blood would have extraordinary influence.

The study of bloodlines has always been a popular direction in the wizarding world, but William is not very familiar with this field.

He hadn't focused on that yet.

"It should be because the little guy has a part of the Thunderbird blood, so he has such an affinity for the storm." He explained to Hagrid, who abruptly stroked his messy bushy beard.

It was almost time to make good preparations, William looked at the golden eagle that was constantly soaring in the air, and thought about it in his heart.

It's time to prepare those materials, the little guy has grown very well, and he can start preparing for the complete activation of the bloodline.

William was already a little anxious to see what would become of the little guy who had completely awakened this bloodline.

Will it turn into a whole new magical beast?

Will there be a spell-like ability that can manipulate the weather and set off a storm?

What should be the name of this species then?

Thunder carving? That's ugly, isn't it?

"It's almost ready to eat, William." Hagrid's big voice interrupted William's thoughts, and his voice was so neutral that it passed through the continuous rain and the occasional thunderbolt that rumbled into William's ears.

At the same time, an enticing aroma spreads outward from the barbecue grill in front of him, constantly stimulating William's taste buds.

One thing to say, Hagrid's barbecue skills are still quite good, and they are much better than the other dark dishes he makes.

When William came to visit Jupiter today, he also had the idea of finding Hagrid to fight his teeth, after all, Hagrid's rooster has died a lot in the past few days.

If you don't solve such a bad weather quickly, it will go bad, and that will be a waste of food

"Let's go barbecue outside, Hagrid!" Just now, William made a serious suggestion to Hagrid.

"Ahh William, are you serious? He turned his head to look out the window at the pouring rain, and just as William was speaking, a muffled thunderbolt exploded from the distant sky.

"You're not kidding with such heavy rain!"

"Of course, such natural conditions are nothing to wizards, are they?" As he spoke, William opened the heavy wooden door and stepped out.

As bullets rained down on William, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier that pushed the rain away so that it could not touch William's body.

Then, William waved his wand to conjure up a huge sun umbrella to block the crackling raindrops, but there was no way, Hagrid's size was so big that he had to conjure up an even larger umbrella to completely cover the two of them.

In addition to this, he also raised a long, sky-reaching stick in the distant clearing.

"It's a lightning rod, a technology from the Muggle world, and without it, we'd be in some danger in such a violent rainstorm." Noticing Hagrid's puzzled gaze, William explained with a smile.

"Can you come out for a barbecue now? I think it's also a great pleasure to eat barbecue in the pouring rain. ”

"Okay, okay."

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