The fine weather of September did not last long. Half a month after arriving at Hogwarts, the sky finally began to rain once more, pouring steadily from morning until now without a sign of stopping.
Still, for Albert, who was cozily tucked away inside the castle, the rain was of little consequence; he wasn't going to get wet anyway.
At the moment, Albert was sitting comfortably by the window, listening to the patter of the rain outside, sipping a freshly brewed cup of milk tea as he wrote a letter to an old friend.
Chapter 313