As they talked, the two came to the edge of the school's black lake.

The winter of 1999 was really cold, with temperatures around minus 20 degrees Celsius. It was so cold that Hoffa even missed the greenhouse climate of the future.

The Black Lake is completely frozen at this moment, and the ice surface is as indestructible as quenched steel.

Standing on the edge of the frozen lake, Hoffa could see the bright white moon in the mountains in the distance. The whole world appeared a dim gray under this white moon.

He didn't feel it when he was reading novels in his previous life. After coming to reality, Hoffa felt the vastness of this lake. It had an area of ​​at least dozens of kilometers in radius.

"Where are those ancient people buried?" Hoffa asked sideways.

"Island in the middle of the lake." Osivia pointed to an almost invisible dot in the distance and asked, "Can you skate?"

"What?"

Hoffa was shocked.

"We can slide over."

Osivia said calmly: "It's too slow to walk over."

"Roller skating party."

Hoffa said dryly.

Osivia stepped on the ice with her toes, and immediately a sharp ice blade appeared under her black leather boots. This made her already taller appear even taller.

When he saw the ice skate, Hoffa held his forehead.

"Okay, I won't."

"I'll teach you. Once you learn it, our speed will increase a lot."

Osivia couldn't help but squat down and tapped Hoffa's foot with her wand.

Ice blades appeared under Hoffa's feet, and he immediately grew about one centimeter taller.

Osilvia waved her magic wand again, and the snow on the lake dispersed to both sides, revealing the smooth ice surface.

She stepped on the ice and said to Hoffa.

"bring it on."

Seeing how easily she walked, Hoffa thought it shouldn't be difficult, so he stepped onto the ice.

However, the next second, he fell firmly to the ground, pushing his butt and face and sliding to Osivia's feet, as embarrassed as if he stepped on soap while running in the bathhouse.

Osivia's lips twitched and she said repressedly: "For a person of Eastern descent, your balance is too poor."

"I'm not Russian."

Hoffa sat on the ground and angrily grabbed a snowball and threw it at it.

"Russia?"

Osilvia slid to the left and dodged the snowball very lightly. "What are you talking about? Strictly speaking, I am Ukrainian."

"Is there any difference?" Hoffa got up, "They are all Soviet Union."

He staggered and took a cautious step forward on his skates.

This time he was swaying again, losing his balance and about to fall over as soon as he stretched out his legs. Osilvia's eyes quickly flew over and grabbed Hoffa's arm.

"You don't seem to be good at anything other than transfiguration."

She considered Hoffa with an appraising look.

"Shut up."

Hoffa struggled and pushed Osivia away: "It's like you can learn it the first time you skate..."

Boom!!

Hoffa took two steps and fell down loudly.

Ten minutes later, after paying the price of falling more than a dozen times in a row, Hoffa, covered in snow, finally stood up reluctantly, bent over, and walked on the ice with his hands open, without any sense of aesthetics.

And Osivia was kicking her legs slowly beside him, leaving carvings on the ice like a swan, her long black hair slowly brushing behind her head, and the white snow spreading under her feet.

She seemed to be in a good mood today, maybe because she had found the clue, maybe because it was fun to watch Hoffa wrestling, so she talked a little more than usual.

"Want me to help you?" she said, "I will help you go faster."

Hoffa: "If you don't say anything, you're helping me."

"I have a younger brother, you are quite similar to him."

Osilvia said suddenly.

"Wow, what an honor," Hoffa said.

"Stubborn, arrogant, but not bad in nature." Osivia said.

"He's in Durmstrang?" Hoffa asked staggeringly.

"He's dead."

Hoffa almost fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry," Hoffa said.

"It's okay, it's been a long time, I almost forgot what he looked like."

Osivia's voice lowered and returned to her usual cold and serious look.

The two skated further forward, and Hoffa gradually became familiar with some ice skating skills, and his speed became faster. He was finally able to straighten his waist.

"Where is your family?"

Seeing that Osivia didn't speak, Hoffa asked again: "Except for my father and brother."

"There are also some uncles from far away."

As they talked, the two moved away from the lake shore, and the outline of Hogwarts Tower gradually blurred.

"Where is your mother? Does she trust you to come to England?"

"If you die, don't ask irrelevant questions when you give birth to my brother."

"Hmm."

Hoffa's jerky skating skills gradually became more and more proficient, and he could almost walk normally on the lake. But the corner of his eye kept focusing on Osivia's face.

Noticed his gaze.

"Focus on your work." Osivia emphasized.

At this time, a bright light flashed behind him, and a few seconds later, there was a faint explosion.

Hoffa turned his head and discovered that it was Hogwarts Castle that had begun to set off Christmas fireworks. Some colorful colors exploded in the distance, adding some color to this white and gray world.

Hoffa thought for a moment, pointed behind him and said, "Look, the snake-shaped fireworks."

Osivia looked back and found no so-called snake-shaped fireworks. These fireworks were all ordinary spherical shapes.

She said: "How can...well."

Turning his head, Hoffa suddenly grabbed some snow and put it on his face. He smiled and said, "Merry Christmas, senior."

Osivia, whose face was covered with snowflakes, froze on the spot and turned into a big painted face. Even the whole bun of her hair was rubbed away several times by Hoffa and spread out from her forehead.

Her expression twitched for a few times, and then the fluttering snow gathered into a ball in her hand. She hit Hoffa in the face with the snowball and said calmly: "Call me Professor."

Hoffa touched the snow residue on his face, took a deep breath, and his mental force field controlled the surrounding snow to transform into snowballs, floating around him.

"No, only talented people can be honored as professors."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, and dozens of snowballs flew towards Osivia like lightning.

Osivia kicked off the ice and moved more than twenty meters sideways, avoiding the snowball.

But Hoffa's mental force field still controlled the snowball, chasing him like a missile.

Osivia smiled and shook her head, "Too weak."

After she finished speaking, all the snowballs exploded in mid-air and turned into snowflakes all over the sky.

Hoffa's mental force field was blocked by her, and then the fluttering snowflakes quickly turned into a huge snowball under her control.

"Well......"

Hoffa looked at the shaped snowball in the sky, stumbled back several steps, and entered a meditative state.

The surrounding snow suddenly trembled and spread, gathering in front of him, forming a thick wall of snow in the blink of an eye.

boom!!

A super-large snowball nearly two meters in diameter hit the snow wall, forming an almost avalanche-like super-large snowdrift.

Hoffa laughed, and the snowdrift seemed to come alive, turning into a six-meter-high fat snowman, running towards Osivia.

Osivia narrowed her eyes, and the running fat snowman's legs suddenly broke off. He rolled to the ground and began to fall apart. She blocked Hoffa's transformation again.

Hoffa clasped his palms together, and the snowmen scattered on the ground quickly turned into dozens of small snowmen that were only as big as a house elf.
To be continued...