Feather-like snowflakes fell silently from the sky, and then were swept up by a gust of wind that swept past. The figure flying past in mid-air has long since disappeared at the end of the white snow. Suddenly, the man pulled up the broomstick abruptly, hovered in mid-air, and looked down at the village obliquely below that was completely enveloped in thick freezing fog. "Is this... caused by dementors?"
After observing carefully, Albert reached out and took out his wand from his robe pocket, pointing at the The content of this chapter is being updated...