Loose Lips

That afternoon, Hogwarts students from the United Kingdom boarded the Hogwarts Express back to London one after another.

As for the students from abroad—

Tierra did not play favorites.

After asking for their home addresses, he split into ten Tierras and opened portals for the foreign students willing to return home for Christmas, sending them to their doorsteps one by one.

However, there were not many foreign students at Hogwarts who wanted to go home—

Of course, the number was still quite large—more than five hundred and thirty people—but compared to the more than one thousand students overall, it was not much.

"Harry, tell me more about the Cold Wasteland." On the Hogwarts Express, Harry, Ron, and Hermione naturally claimed a compartment for themselves. For some reason, though, Ron was not with his girlfriend, whom he was passionately in love with. Instead, he had rejoined Harry and Hermione's long-absent point-losing trio.

They had also invited Ginny, Neville, and Luna to fill the remaining space in the compartment.

"Um, Hermione, didn't I tell you about it this morning?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Tell me again." As she spoke, Hermione took out her notebook and quill. The expression on her face made Harry think of that female reporter in their fourth year who had loved spreading rumors and gossip everywhere.

"I just thought of a few more questions I want to ask you." Hermione's eyes were filled with curiosity and eagerness to learn.

"Then... go ahead and ask," Harry said helplessly.

"What's the Cold Wasteland?" Ginny asked in confusion.

"..." Harry looked at Ron, seemingly hoping Ron would help explain.

But Ron seemed to be nervously studying the train corridor, watchfully searching for something.

"The Dreamlands are a strange place." Seeing that no one else seemed inclined to explain, Neville blushed as