Chapter 63 Geminid Meteor Shower

After mentioning the corridor on the fourth floor and the three-headed dog inside that day, Les never took the initiative to bring up this topic again.

Daphne didn't mention it again, but started to pay attention to books and materials related to three-headed dogs when she was studying in the library. Hermione helped her a lot in this regard - this young girl spent almost all her spare time in the library, so she knew the library better than most graduates.

"The book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" will definitely record the three-headed dog, and it is also mentioned in "Fantastic Animals and Plants of the Mediterranean Coast and Their Characteristics" - they are magical animals originating from Greece. "

"Thank you!" Daphne thanked her from the bottom of her heart.

"So why do you suddenly want to look up information about three-headed dogs?"

"I want to have one at home." Daphne lied as naturally as she breathed.

Hermione fell silent. In her opinion, animals like three-headed dogs are used by hell to watch the gates. But when she thought about the wealthy people in the Middle East who raised lions and leopards, she felt relieved again.

It makes sense that rich Muggles would keep lions and rich wizards would keep three-headed dogs.

The little girl was too emotionally intelligent to ask whether this was against the laws of the magical world.

Looking at Hermione sitting at the table next to them holding a stack of books, Les sighed with emotion: "She works really hard. I feel that the probability of finding her in Ravenclaw Tower is higher than the probability of meeting her in the library." Too small.”

This sentence seemed to stimulate Daphne, and the little girl learned that the library was closed in one breath.

Les looked thoughtful: Some educational books recommend encouraging education, but occasionally praising a child's peers seems to have a miraculous effect?

After walking out of the library, a snowflake was swept into the corridor by the cold wind and fell on Rice's hand. Feeling the coldness in his hands, he realized that winter was coming.

Along with winter comes Christmas and the most anticipated Christmas vacation for little wizards.

Les is also looking forward to the arrival of Christmas. Although Christmas is a Christian holiday, it is not important at all. What is important is the festive atmosphere and holidays. If Hogwarts would celebrate Holi, Eid or Rum Day and have a holiday on the holiday, Rice would be looking forward to them.

What came ahead of the Christmas holidays was the biting cold wind. Although there was a roaring fire in the castle, the corridor was still so cold that it made bones ache. Almost every moment, the window panes in the room rattled with strong winds.

The worst classroom environment is not the potions class located in the underground classroom - there are at least a dozen cauldrons set up in every class, and the flames under the cauldrons can also provide a lot of heat. The most exciting thing in the cold winter is the astronomy class. Students have to climb up to the astronomy tower with no obstructions on all sides at night and observe the stars while shivering in the cold wind.

This session cannot be canceled due to weather reasons, because the Geminid meteor shower, one of the three major meteor showers in the northern hemisphere, occurs in mid-December. According to Professor Sinistra, who teaches astronomy, "Even if you go to Madam Pomfrey's to drink medicine after class, you can't miss this meteor shower."

"I don't know what the founders thought of choosing the castle in such a horrible place."

Rhys glanced at the Hufflepuff boy named Justin Finch-Fletchley.

What, you are not convinced?

"This is already one of the best places in the Scottish Highlands. Beauxbatons has a pleasant climate. If you want, you can ask Professor Dumbledore to write you a transfer letter." Rice said to him while assembling the astronomical telescope. The little wizard fought back.

The environment at Hogwarts is already good, but it gets even colder further north. For example, the Durmstrang Magic School founded by my friend Nelida Volkanova in Norman Land Scandinavia spends three-quarters of the year just like the winter here. cold.

I don’t know how Durmstrang is developing now? This school strictly abides by his enrollment philosophy and focuses on the development of war magic. Rice sincerely hopes for its success.

But despite his unforgiving words, Les still found a basin and raised a magic flame in it, making the surroundings a little warmer.

"Oh, you can't learn French. How can any serious British learn French!" Justin was not angry at all. When he saw Les lighting a fire, he ran over happily holding his telescope to warm himself up. Keep warm.

"Have you ever learned French?" Daphne next to her was a little surprised. She didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary person could actually have this skill.

"I learned a little bit when I was a kid, but it was limited to 'hello', 'thank you', 'croissant', and 'goodbye'." Justin smiled sheepishly.

"fine."

"I only know Latin."

While a few people were chatting, the meteor shower arrived. Hundreds of stars streaked across the night sky, as if they were blown down from the night sky by the north wind. "Blowing down, the stars are like rain" became a real scene at this moment.

"It is said that the origin of magic comes from the stars. A few stone slabs fell along the Nile River in North Africa along with meteors, which gave ancient Egypt the first batch of wizards in human history. The prosperous and splendid ancient Egyptian civilization also took shape - in the starry sky It really contains infinite secrets and possibilities." Looking at the meteor shower that was no different from thousands of years ago, Rice was deeply moved.

At this time thousands of years ago, my friends and I stood here looking at the night sky, and the bright stars reflected on our faces. Today, when we return here, our friends are nowhere to be found, and only the shooting stars are still streaking across the deserted night sky.

"Well. Let me say, Les, are you going home this Christmas?" Daphne interrupted Les's thoughts. Les's legend about the origin of magic just now did not attract her attention. More than that, she wanted to know whether Les would come back this year.

"No return."

"Okay."

A few days later, when Vice-Principal Minerva McGonagall began to tally the list of students staying at school for the holidays, Les was surprised to find that Daphne's name was also on it.

"Why aren't you home for Christmas?"

"If you go home like a doll and get dragged by your father to meet all kinds of messy relatives, why not stay in school and learn magic? Come on, think carefully about what magic spells you can teach me during Christmas!"

The student was eager to learn, so Les naturally had no objection, and he could use as many spells as he wanted. Daphne is already very proficient in controlling magic, and has mastered the most basic offensive and defensive spells. Rice thinks that she should teach her some potion formulas and let her practice the preparation of potions.

She is a Slytherin student, how could she not be good at making potions?

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