This year, winter in Britain seemed to arrive unusually early. Outside, fierce gales howled and heavy rain poured, mixed with snowflakes, chilling anyone to the bone.
Even the thick curtains could not completely block the outside chill, but roaring flames blazed in the fireplace. Isobel sat on the sofa, draped in a thin woolen blanket. Beside them, a radio broadcasted exclusive news from the Ministry of Magic, while before them lay a half-played game of Wizard's Chess. The players seemed indifferent to the outcome, casually chatting about trivial matters of daily life to pass the boring time.
"I really don't understand why those fellows would run out in this kind of weather just to make trouble for the Ministry."
Chapter 1121