Every year, reindeer undertook a great migration. Reindeer actually came in different subspecies, with varying builds and coat colors. It was said that reindeer from the south were larger than those near the Arctic Circle. During migration, they continuously shed their fur, and by the time they returned to their subarctic habitats, they had often changed into their summer coats.
At first glance, Spark was a powerfully built reindeer, seemingly as large as a family sedan. But a closer look revealed the differences between him and ordinary reindeer. His hooves resembled a predator's claws, and his tongue was especially long, like an anteater's.
Hagrid had prepared a large barrel of deer blood for him. Spark sniffed it first, then lowered his head into the barrel as though drinking water and drained it dry. Throughout it all, boar-like tusks showed in his mouth.
"So, how is that child?" Ruse asked.
"What?" Pomona asked.
"I think his name is Harry," Ruse said, trying to recall. "Or should I call him 'the Chosen One'?"
"Oh, you mean Harry Potter." Pomona said in surprise. "Why are you asking about him?"
"When will he come back?" Ruse asked.
For a moment, Pomona had no idea how to answer such a strange question.
"Probably when he turns eleven," Pomona said casually, brushing him off.
Then there was silence.
At that moment, a wolf howled from deep within the forest.
"Don't worry. Tonight isn't a full moon," Pomona said to Ruse.
"I've heard packs of wolves howling in the Arctic," Ruse said indifferently.
"Oh, really?" Snape smiled maliciously. "Then are there Werewolves in the Arctic?"
"Animals are not actually that frightening. As long as they are full, they will not attack on their own initiative, even polar bears," Ruse said. "But wolves are different. They know how