After November arrived, the weather in the United Kingdom suddenly became extremely cold.
The mountains around the school were covered in grayish ice and snow, and the lake was as cold and hard as quenched steel.
Every morning, the ground was covered in frost.
From the upstairs windows, they could see Hagrid wrapped head to toe in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit-fur gloves and enormous beaver-fur boots, defrosting the Flying Broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.
November was also Quidditch season.
Nearly all the Little Wizards were excitedly discussing the upcoming Hogwarts Quidditch matches.
Even Hermione occasionally chimed in during Ron and Harry's discussions.
But Tierra simply could not work up any interest.
In his previous life, Tierra had been well fed by his fairly well-off parents since childhood, growing strong and sturdy. He had never known winter could be so difficult to endure.
The damp, frigid winds of Hogwarts in November seemed like tiny insects that could penetrate his skin and reach straight into his bones.
Other than the Gryffindor Common Room with its fireplace and the dormitory with its stove, Tierra wished he could wrap himself into a ball.
It seemed even his thoughts had been slowed by the cold wind.
Thus, ever since November began, Tierra had rarely gone to the library except to return or borrow books.
The library... and the classrooms had all been enchanted with Warming Charms, but Hogwarts's professors seemed to have forgotten the corridors. If Tierra wanted to go to the library, he still had to spend ten minutes crossing those freezing hallways.
"Ah." Tierra, who was reading on the long sofa in the Common Room, suddenly sighed. "It would be nice to have hot pot."
"Hot... pot?" Hermione, seated beside him, asked in confusion, awkwardly repeating the Chinese pronunciation of the