I Never Planned to Squeeze Money Out of Poor People!

early morning,

William pushed open the door and looked up, only to find that a heavy snow had fallen outside sometime earlier.

Snowflakes fluttered down, and the north wind howled, like the wailing of a naughty child, showing no sign of stopping.

The surrounding houses were also covered in white, with thick, long icicles hanging from the eaves, resembling large pieces of crystal.

William stood under the eaves, stretched out his palm to catch the cool snowflakes, and chuckled softly, "Hermione, it's snowing so heavily outside, it's going to flood the manor."

"Oh, is it snowing!?"

Hermione trotted over happily, but as soon as she peeked out, a gust of cold wind blew by, and she quickly pulled her head back, hiding behind William.

"It's so cold!"

William nodded, and in that short time, his hands had unknowingly collected a handful of snow.

He made a loose snowball, not very firm, and tossed it gently. Before it even hit the ground, it scattered like cherry blossoms.

Hermione stared intently at William, lost in thought about the previous night, completely unaware that he had turned to look at her.

William waved his hand in front of Hermione's eyes with a smile. She finally came to her senses, smiled gently, held his frostbitten hands, breathed on them, and exhaled white mist.

The two returned to their warm room, intending to have breakfast before going out again.

I rang the bell on the table, House-elf brought breakfast in less than a minute.

Tsk tsk... the decadent and corrupt life of magicalism!

Don't even think about corrupting me!

William ate his meal while internally criticizing himself.

Bobocha and Bobosha haven't come back yet; I wonder where they've gone off to.

Crookshanks sat alone on the table, gazing at the misty window, pondering the meaning of life as a cat.

Its tail swished gently, almost becoming a master of desktop cleaning, sweeping William's parchment from last night and Hermione's thick stack of homework off the floor.

Crookshanks stretched out its paws and slapped the glass with its paw pads, leaving a trail of cat paw prints.

Unable to resist its curiosity, it slowly stuck out its tongue and licked the frozen glass, immediately letting out a scream.

My tongue got stuck!

After William and Hermione finished their meal, they walked down the long corridor toward Anne's room.

Upon reaching the door, William turned the doorknob; the door had been deliberately locked from the inside.

"Open the door quickly, Anne." Hermione knocked on the door.

"Anne isn't here!" came a deliberately hushed voice from inside the room.

"This is the automated voice reply function. Please leave a message if you need anything. DiDi DiDi *"

"..."

"... Then I'll drive it myself?"

"Ugh! Wait a minute, I'm getting dressed! Give me a song's worth of time!"

The two waited patiently for a full five minutes, but the door still didn't open.

This song, titled "Organ 2/ASLSP," requires 639 years to listen to?

Hermione said no more, pointed her wand at the lock, and the door slammed open.

Anne was fully prepared: she wrapped herself tightly in a thick blanket, curled up, with all four sides tucked under her, forming a "blanket ball."

It seems she's made up her mind to stay in bed and not get up.

"Get up quickly, Anne! It's snowing heavily outside," Hermione urged softly. "Let's go Yeti."

"No, it's too cold," Anne's muffled voice came from under the covers.

"It's not cold at all!"

"Isn't it cold even though it's snowing?"

"Are you getting up or not?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"I won't get up! Even if I die here today, I won't get up!"

In the Wizarding World, there exists a type of Magical Creatures called the Bed Goblin. Beds guarded by these fairies are generally free from ghosts and monsters, and cold air cannot get in.

However, this Magical Creatures absorbs large amounts of oxygen and releases excessive amounts of carbon dioxide.

Soon, Anne couldn't stand it anymore and had to secretly lift the covers to get some fresh air.

Unfortunately, Hermione, with her sharp eyes, caught him red-handed.

"Don't pull back the covers, I'm not dressed!" Anne screamed.

Hermione didn't believe her at all and forcibly pulled back the covers. Anne was wearing pink pajamas and had Warming Badge stuck to her body.

Three cats also grew on the bed: Bobocha, Bobosha, and Pineapple Head.

They sat side by side on the bed, hands tucked in their pockets. As the blanket was pulled away, they rolled up their airplane ears and crawled under the blanket.

"Why is my Bobosha with you?" Hermione asked. "Did you bully it again?"

"No!" Anne yawned. "How should I know? It came with Bobocha last night. No one was in your room, so it couldn't get in and just slept on my bed."

Anne stood on the bed, looking down at her, and asked, "Where did you go last night?"

Hermione blushed, her hands twisted behind her back, and her face felt burning.

"I was writing Hagrid's defense last night, so I got home a little late."

"It was almost midnight when I knocked on your door!" Anne squinted and interrogated her, "Where did you go?"

"Mind your own business!" Hermione snapped, bristling like a wildcat.

"Fine, you're not coming home tonight!"

The two began to struggle, Hermione trying to shove her cold hands into Anne's neck; Anne, in turn, grabbed a blanket and covered her with it.

William sat in his chair, holding the Book of Abraham in his hands, not even looking up, letting the two girls fool around.

William was carefully reviewing the steps for making Flying Cloak.

He hadn't expected that the Book of Alchemy contained a method for making Flying Cloak.

This means that someone successfully created it before, which is why it automatically appears in Book of Alchemy.

The crafting process is quite complicated, requiring not only Dementor but also Lethifold. William has Dementor, but no Lethifold.

He needs to find this dark creature to create Doctor Strange's "Cloak of Levitation".

Once this kind of clothing is made, it will become as popular in the Wizarding World as the Invisibility Cloak.

Because the experience is so good.

To this day, there is no widely available magic that allows wizards to fly continuously in the sky.

It can only be done with the help of flying brooms or Magic Carpet.

But a close-fitting garment can amplify this experience to an extreme degree, making you feel as if you can fly.

Of course, the price will be extremely high. After all, it's a new product.

The materials are also from Dementor, United Kingdom Ministry of Magic officials; how could the price not be high?

Ordinary people definitely can't afford it.

William never intended to rip off poor people; of course, he would only work for whoever was rich!

What, no money?

Let's go ride the Comet 250 then!

That one is cheaper.

After playing around for a while, Anne finally got up.

Hermione combed her hair and, in retaliation, braided it into an ugly plait.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and the three of them left the room and walked into the snow.

The snow outside was deep and heavy; each step made a crunching sound.

They arrived at the west side of the manor, where there was a lake with a thick layer of ice on its surface.

William chiseled a large hole in the ice, baited the spot, and began fishing.

Hermione and Anne are Yeti.

Soon, a giant Yeti, several meters tall, stood on the lakeside, and Anne used two stones for its eyes.

Hermione was a little tired, so she went to the lakeside and watched William fish.

She lifted the wooden bucket; inside were several trout that had recently been caught in the lake, still wriggling and jumping.

Anne built a few more Yeti, then ran up to the two of them, squealing with delight, "Look!"

William looked up and saw that Anne had gathered several cats and a dog.

The cat is definitely Bobocha and the dog, and the dog is Dahei, who is fighting Werewolf Yeti.

"I wonder where Dahei has gone. It's so cold, won't it freeze to death?" Anne suddenly asked worriedly.

"No, it won't," William reassured him. "Dahei will probably stay with ' Mopsy the Dog Lover, ' he'll definitely be safe."

"Really?" Anne wasn't sure. She said unhappily, "It definitely didn't get any Christmas presents. I prepared everything for it... Poor thing."

"If Professor McGonagall checks the Firebolt, I might be able to ride it into the Forbidden Forest to search for Dahei," Anne muttered.

" With Firebolt this fast, it won't take more than a few days to clear the entire Forbidden Forest..."

Hermione listened to Anne's words, staring blankly at the dog made of snow for a moment.

Her face suddenly filled with terror, and she said in a trembling voice:

"William, I think... I might know... how Black... escaped the Dementor ' search!"

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