On the day before Christmas, a heavy snowfall arrived quietly.
The windows all turned misty, and only by wiping away the condensation could they see the vast whiteness outside.
The snow was like an enormous sheet of white gauze, blanketing Hogwarts Castle and its grounds.
But to Luna, the world beyond the castle looked more like a land of sweets;
The towering Hagrid's Hut was a gingerbread house dusted with icing sugar, while the Beauxbatons carriage beside it looked like a piece of blue fondant cake;
And the Magical Ship moored by the shore of the Black Lake had rails that looked as though they had been drenched in syrup, while its rigging was coated in a thick layer of powdered sugar.
Hearing Luna's description, Wizet could not help but laugh. "I think Headmaster Dumbledore would be quite pleased if that were the case."
In order to better showcase the splendor of Hogwarts Castle and leave the guests with a deep, unforgettable impression, the castle's interior underwent another careful round of decoration.
Looking at the various decorations throughout Hogwarts Castle now, even the students about to graduate said it was their first time seeing them.
Once they left the common room, any time they passed the suits of armor lining the corridors, the armor would sense their presence and sing Christmas carols in deep, resonant voices;
If they happened to encounter Filch and Mrs Norris, who was always at his side, on a certain floor, they had better be mentally prepared;
Peeves, who spent all day thinking up pranks, was very likely hiding inside one of the suits of armor;
When the armor began to sing, Peeves would make up some awful lyrics and add them to the performance as accompaniment to the Christmas carol;
Filch and Mrs Norris