As November arrived, the temperature around Hogwarts plummeted. The weather turned bitterly cold, and light snow threatened to fall at any moment.
As usual, Tom the cat lay on the soft cushion by the window, gazing outside and contemplating the meaning of feline existence.
Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound echoed through the dormitory. When Tom turned his head, he discovered to his astonishment that his personal can-opener had materialized out of thin air.
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