"This weather...what the hell!"


    Albert came out from the corner of the street, looked up at the gray sky above his head, and suddenly turned his head to look in a certain direction. His gaze penetrated the thick fog and landed on the roof not far from the street. Employees of the Ministry of Magic are raising their wands, rolling up wind and snow to obscure the sight of passers-by.


    In the sky above the city of London, Aurors on brooms are using the cover of the snow to summon their patron saints to expel the demons entrenched in London.


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