After nightfall, the wind and snow outside gradually grew heavier.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts Office was still brightly lit. Cedric was sitting behind his desk grading the homework that had been handed in today, though his gaze frequently drifted toward the wall clock, as if he were waiting for someone to visit.
Before the hand reached the nine, the fireplace in the office suddenly surged with eerie green magical flames, and a figure stepped out from the fire.
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