The Wolf is Coming Ch. 43

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Friend was actually a very wonderful word.

In most cases, people did not develop friendships with each other just by asking "Can we be friends?". More often, when a person had a common language with another person and gradually began to share each other's joy, he would realize "Oh, it turns out that we are already friends."

If a clear time limit must be drawn, Emma and Abraham's friendship should have started with the first letter sent by Trickster.

At first, the topics they discussed were still centered around the Trickster; such as whether Trickster delivered the letter seriously and responsibly, how long it took Trickster to fly from Hampstead to Hogwarts, whether Trickster continued to make trouble in Hogwarts, and many other things.

But gradually, the topic about Trickster was mixed with some other content. Sometimes it was Emma's complaints about the new education order, sometimes it was Abraham's sharing of interesting things around him, and sometimes, these two half-baked wizards would even have serious discussions about magic.

After a while, although the two kept their own little secrets and didn't talk about everything, they gradually became familiar with each other.

When Trickster once again brought Abraham's letter to the long table of Gryffindor and habitually took a small sausage from Emma's fork, Ginny, who was sitting diagonally opposite, said to Emma, "Your friend wrote to you again? You have a really good relationship."

Friends? Emma was stunned.

In the eyes of others, she and Abraham were already friends?

It sounded... not bad.

With Christmas approaching, the teachers and students of Hogwarts were about to usher in their favorite holiday. Whether in the corridor or in front of the long table in the auditorium, the little wizards gathered in groups of three or five could always be seen, happily discussing how to spend this time.

There were many members of Dumbledore's Army gathered in the Room of Requirement. This was their last secret training before the holiday.

They formed a circle, and Harry, who stood in the middle, taught them the Patronus Charm.

"Concentrate, think of something happy... relax, it's not difficult... Then recite the spell of the Patronus Charm— Expecto Patronum!" Harry shared his experience with his companions, waved his wand, and easily released a silver stag, "Look, just like this."

"Wow, cool!" Fred exclaimed, and then quickly pulled out his wand to try to release his own Patronus.

Other members also joined in the attempt, and for a while, the spacious room was full of silver light. Those who learned quickly could already release silver animal images with their wands, while those who learned slowly could only have a little silver smoke floating out of the top of their wands.

"Expecto Patronum!" Emma was also trying hard to cast the Patronus Charm.

Emma's spell skills were still a little weak. She tried many times in a row, and her wrist was almost sore from waving the wand, but she could only emit a ball of silver mist from the top of her wand. But it was better than last time, at least the fog could vaguely be seen as some kind of quadruped.

What would this Patronus look like? Emma couldn't help but look forward to it.

After the training, Emma, with Professor McGonagall's permission, went to Diagon Alley through the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office, and then borrowed the door key of the Gabble Ice Cream Shop to return to Hampstead. The frequency of the Hogwarts Express was really limited, and compared to the "split" hidden danger of Apparition, this was the fastest and safest route home that Emma had figured out.

Compared with the magically protected Hogwarts, the streets of Muggle society were not at the same level of coldness. When Emma stood on the street of Hampstead holding Crookshanks, the December wind was so biting cold that she couldn't help but shiver, and then she hugged Crookshanks tighter as a hand warmer.

Emma looked up at the apartment building opposite, and she remembered that Abraham lived here.

Did Abraham live on the third or fourth floor? She was in a hurry that day, so she didn't remember it at all. She didn't know if pure-blooded werewolf celebrate Christmas... Oh, why think about it?

Emma suddenly shook her head hard, as if to get rid of these messy thoughts.

After a few months, the streets have been completely renewed, and red and green decorations are all over the street. Cheerful music came from the speakers on the street, and even passers-by couldn't help humming a few lines of classic Christmas music. All kinds of Christmas windows attracted people's attention, and those children wanted to put their faces against the glass to watch.

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