The Detestable Life of a Winner

In just a few days, they had settled the script and casting, assembled a complete production crew, and officially begun filming. Vincent and his friends had all deeply experienced the influence of the Black Family.

Daphne especially felt it. Though Greengrass was also one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the headmaster of the Academy of Magical Dramatic Arts was not someone who could be dealt with using Gold Galleons alone.

And judging by Sirius Black's tone just now, he truly did not care what Lupin turned the series into. Even if it received nothing but terrible reviews, he would keep filming it anyway.

"Let's not talk about that. Come on, let's go build snowmen outside!"

Everyone looked toward the window, where heavy snow drifted down. The world outside had already been blanketed in white. At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Beauxbatons's pale-blue carriage looked like a giant frosted pumpkin in winter, while Hagrid's hut beside it resembled a tiny gingerbread house dusted with sugar.

Over by the Black Lake, a layer of ice had formed along Durmstrang's ship hull, and its rigging was coated in white frost as well. The entire ship looked especially smooth and gleaming.

The suggestion of building snowmen immediately excited Gabrielle and Astoria.

"Then let's go."

The group arrived at the grounds covered in ice and snow. Outside the castle at the end of December, it was especially cold, unlike Beauxbatons, where temperature-control magic was everywhere.

"Thank you." The Delacour sisters caught the two down jackets Hermione handed them, and after putting them on, they felt much better.

Vincent casually built a Gu Gu with its little wings raised high, while the commotion around the twins only grew louder.

There were two snowmen holding hands, one large and one small. The larger one stood a full