After one blizzard after another, this former Acromantula territory had changed.
The bowl-shaped hollow was covered in snow, as if draped in a thick, soft white fur blanket that buried all the earth and stones within.
The desolation that had once filled the place was gone, and pine and birch trees had taken root here.
The crescent moon of midnight hung high above the Forbidden Forest, and its cool, elegant light poured down, spreading over this former Acromantula territory and cloaking it in a layer of silver radiance.
Successive storms had stripped the birches of their leaves, and under the cool moonlight, their pale bark gave off a faint, ghostly glow.
The pine needles were still green and firm, and their slightly tender branches held mounds of snow, as if they were wearing fluffy white caps.
Life Force had returned to this place.
Above the snow, a snow hare could be seen poking its head out from the distant woods, warily turning its ears as if investigating something.
After confirming it was safe, it shot across the bowl-shaped hollow like white lightning, leaving a string of footprints behind before vanishing into the other side of the Forbidden Forest.
Several Bowtruckles could also be seen hurrying over. They chewed on the woodlouse eggs they had just harvested and wandered among the pines and birches.
They finally found a suitable birch tree, and after working together with all their might, they at last made their home in one of its branches.
Beneath the snow, however, things were very different.
There was one of Vizet's laboratories there, and in the laboratory there was only one experimental subject—Fenrir Greyback.
Fenrir Greyback's body was suspended in midair, his neck and limbs bound by shackles, leaving him spread-eagled.
Sleeping in such a posture really did