The prey roared, and the Wild Hunt howled.
Winter was coming, and the Wild Hunt would escape this place at any cost.
They needed magic to open the gate out.
That was what the student had heard in the Forbidden Forest, and it had given the child quite a fright.
Hogwarts.
One of the three oldest magic schools in Europe, and a school acknowledged as the best by one-eleventh of the world's wizards.
"The train to London will depart at twelve noon today. Passengers boarding the train, please remain seated and do not leave your seats unless necessary."
Wizard City's Sea Train station.
The announcements reminded passengers over and over, but there were always a few scatterbrains who managed to miss their train.
Arthur Weasley, the aging patriarch of the Weasley family, was a regular offender.
As the only transit link between Wizard City and the outside world, the station had all sorts of merchandise on display around the train.
Among them were plenty of Muggle products brought in from outside.
Every time Mr. Weasley came here, the dazzling selection made him forget to leave.
As Mr. Weasley's granddaughter, Stella found this deeply frustrating.
"Grandfather, they're telling us to board."
Stella Weasley was the eldest daughter of Percy Weasley, the current Head of the Ministry of Magic.
She had four younger siblings.
The Weasley family possessed the Wizarding World's most powerful hereditary ability: having children.
With the ancient families' populations now dwindling, the Weasley family's achievements were remarkable.
Percy Weasley had five children.
Fred Weasley had four.
George Weasley had three, and rumor had it he was preparing to welcome a fourth.
Charlie Weasley had married rather late, but he still had two children.
As for Bill and Ron, one worked as a magical scholar, with someone always on his