When Wizet and Luna left the Leaky Cauldron, it happened to be snowing outside.
Compared with the snow in Ottery St Catchpole, the snowfall in London was clearly much heavier.
Snowflakes drifted freely like goose feathers, and the roads quickly accumulated another layer of snow. Walking over it felt like stepping on a soft blanket, accompanied by crisp crunching sounds.
The biting wind carried a bone-piercing chill as it howled past, sending the snowflakes whirling through the air.
It hurt like knife cuts when the wind struck their faces. Pedestrians along the way instinctively wrapped their clothes tighter and hurried their steps.
Wizet and Luna were something of an exception. They continued at an unhurried pace, while Luna occasionally raised a hand to lightly touch the falling snow with her pale fingertips.
Although they had both cast magic on themselves, Wizet still could not help asking, "Luna, are you cold?"
"Of course not!" Luna looked at Wizet, the corners of her lips lifting into a sweet smile as her breath dispersed in white mist.
She gently raised the hand interlocked with Wizet's, her eyes full of tenderness. "Your hand is so warm, like a little fireplace."
Neither of them wore gloves. When they had left the Leaky Cauldron earlier, her fingertips had still been slightly cool, but the warmth flowing from Wizet's palm had quietly melted that chill away.
She pressed the back of Wizet's hand to her cheek. "This is warm too!"
Feeling the warmth and smoothness of Luna's cheek, Wizet finally relaxed. "That's good!"
Their hands clasped more tightly. Delighted, Luna immersed herself in the snowfall, strolling along while curiously studying the shops on either side.
Even when she occasionally stepped onto ice and nearly slipped, Wizet would catch her in time and pull her securely into his