Snow Snake

Ever since arriving in the Wizarding World, Zheng Qing's worldview had repeatedly hovered between destruction and reconstruction, cycling without end.

For instance, a certain Doctor would dig out his eyeballs simply because they felt a little sore, soak them in medicine, then put them back in without affecting their use at all. Or the school actually hired parrots to serve as receptionists in the Office Building, and when those green-feathered hookbills got noisy, they were more glib-tongued than crosstalk comedians. Or the cats at school could talk, mice ran around in clothes, and snakes, rather than curling up in their holes to sleep through winter, reared themselves up to enjoy the biting wind.

As a scientific-minded successor who had undergone nine years of compulsory education and three years of supplementary education, Zheng Qing could not claim to know snake habits inside out, but he knew a little—at the very least, he knew that as cold-blooded creatures, snakes became sluggish in low temperatures and could easily enter hibernation.

He had no precise idea of just how low that "low temperature" had to be. But he figured that, no matter what, once it was cold enough to snow and the ground was blanketed in thick snow, the conditions for hibernation ought to have been met.

"Has it already frozen stiff?" the young publicly funded student muttered, his gaze passing over the Gypsy witch's shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

In the snowy field in the distance, a snake that absolutely should not have appeared on a snowy day came into view.

For some reason, he felt that snake looked somewhat familiar.

Hearing the young wizard's words, Ilena turned around and followed his gaze, easily spotting that unusual color against the white backdrop.

A blue-black cobra was propped up on its