After washing up, changing into a clean robe, and tying a new belt and cufflinks, the young public student stood in front of the dressing mirror refreshed, grinned, and tried to show a just right smile.

"With all due respect, sir!" said the full-length mirror in a gruff voice, "your upper canines have a slight protrusion, and they have not been whitened or polished, so they are not suitable for a toothy smile...... As a professional image planner, I recommend that you smile without showing a single tooth. ”

"Shut up!" the young student shouted at the brainless fellow, closing his mouth in annoyance.

"Also, it's snowing today, so it's great to wear a black or red scarf when you go out. The dressing mirror did not shut up immediately, but continued to sell its opinions to Zheng Qing diligently.

As a full-length mirror for the boys' dormitory, except for Dylan's occasional use of it, everyone else pays little attention to the image. It was a source of loneliness. So, every time someone stands in front of it and carefully organizes their outfits, they receive a large basket of all kinds of suggestions.

Some suggestions are more pertinent, such as the suggestion that Zheng Qing bring a scarf when he went out when he just wore a dressing mirror, and the young public-funded student immediately accepted it after thinking about it. But some of the suggestions are very annoying - for example, once the fat man stood in front of the dressing mirror to try on his new dress, and the dressing mirror actually suggested drinking some body-shaping potion before trying on that dress.

"I can hear the soul of the dress crying because of your fat!" "With your figure, it doesn't make a difference if you wear a dress or pajamas to a prom......"

Fortunately, everyone else in the dormitory was there at the time, and seeing that the situation was wrong, they forcibly stopped the angry Xin Fat Man, so that the mirror with a broken mouth was saved from shattering.

"I remember you saying that you've been serving the O'Brien family for almost four hundred years, right. Zheng Qing looked at the mirror and tied a scarf while looking at the demonstration projection above, and said with emotion.

"It's a month to go, three hundred and eighty-nine years, sir. The full-length mirror replied politely, and his tone was full of pride and pride: "From Europa to Atlanta, I have left my presence in almost every castle in the O'Brien family. ”

"It's not easy. The young student tugged at the tied scarf, pulled the wrinkles on his sleeves, stuffed the gray cloth bag into his arms, and then turned and opened the dormitory door.

Behind him, a slightly choked shout came from the dressing mirror: "Thank you very much for your affirmation, sir!"

Zheng Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth, paused slightly, and finally didn't look back.

In fact, he wanted to say that it was really not easy for this mirror to exist completely for such a long time - a guy with a broken mouth like this, put it in the wandering wizard's bar, it is estimated that it will be broken into seventeen or eighteen pieces in one night.

......

When I got out of the dormitory, it was already white.

The heavy snow at the First University is not as good as the winters that Zheng Qing has experienced in the past, and it takes a long time to pick and search, drag and toss for a long time before a few snowflakes fall.

In this world where wizards and magic decide, say it snows, it snows.

As big as you want, you can get as big as you want.

Goose feather snowflakes are no longer an adjective, but a real fact. Zheng Qing looked at it, the sky and the earth were white, and the heavy snow that had been blowing for a long time had covered the entire campus with a thick white quilt, and when he stepped on it, most of his ankles were submerged in the soft snowflakes, which creaked and made people feel unexpectedly happy.

Originally, because it was a weekend, theoretically speaking, there should be a lot fewer students on campus than in the past.

However, because of the heavy snowfall, many young people who are still young at heart call their friends and come to enjoy the snow outdoors. Those who love to play are in groups of three or five, using magic to direct the snowflakes to gather into snowballs, and the snowballs to roll into snowmen, and then the snowmen wrestle and box, and then the snowmen are very happy.

To be honest, Zheng Qing hated those who played with snowmen with magic - because most of them only cared about their own happiness and had no sense of public morality.

It's like he's just getting from the dorm to the library, and along the way, he's hit on the head by the snowballs of three 'ownerless' snowmen. The owners of these snowmen, having made them and had a good time, abandoned them, leaving these simple instincts to roam the schoolyard, occasionally getting in the way, and fist-sized snowballs would whistle out of their bodies, smashing people all over their heads.

"Don't chase me alone!" the young student was chased around by two snowmen, holding his head and shouting, "I still have to go to the library!"

Behind him, the two snowmen were silent, persistently waving their broom arms, raising pieces of 'snow sand' to pounce on the wizard in front of him, and from time to time they also felt one or two freshly kneaded snow balls from their backs and smashed them into the wind.

The wizard passing by looked at the embarrassed wizard with a smile, and there was no one to help, so he was chased and crawled.

"Spell with soft legs!" a familiar voice came from a distance.

The wind and snow separated the space, so that Zheng Qing couldn't tell who the owner of the voice was for a while. But he heard the advice clearly. So after bypassing a tall plane tree, the young wizard quickly took out his magic book and slapped it hard:

"I'm a horse!"

The pale green light suddenly lit up and gently swayed.

The two snowmen who had just chased Zheng Qing for nearly five hundred meters were suddenly stunned by the fluctuations of the spell, and then suddenly dispersed and landed, turning into two quiet snowdrifts again.

The young publicly-funded grower breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you get chased by the snowman!" the familiar voice slowly approached, and his tone was full of curiosity, "Although these guys are very lively, most of the time, they don't actively attack wizards." ”

As he spoke, a tall, thin, yellow-skinned wizard with a ponytail appeared in front of Zheng Qing through the hazy snow curtain.

It was Nicholas, the classmate who had stayed two levels and served as Zheng Qing's entrance guide.

"How do I know!" Zheng Qing shook his head in annoyance while patting the remaining snowflakes on his body, trying to shake off the half-melted ice crystals in his hair: "Just passing by the small square, there are two groups of wizards who are directing two groups of snowmen to fight, I watched for a while and smiled, but suddenly two snowmen ran out of the battlefield and chased me to fight ......"

Nicholas didn't speak, but walked around behind Zheng Qing, stabbed and tore something off his back.

"As expected. The repeater laughed and said, "Someone is joking with you and quietly sticking the rune paper behind you...... It should be just a prank, it doesn't matter. ”

Zheng Qing grimaced and took the yellow talisman.

Above, the bright red runes outlined in cinnabar still shone brightly, and even the wind and snow could not suppress the undulating magical fluctuations in between.