- Listen, today is the match Slytherin - Gryffindor! - said Malfoy catching Adderley at recess.
- So?
- So?! We have to go! It's cold, of course, but it's interesting to see how Slytherin will beat yours!
- Who will beat who, Malfoy, you don't even have a decent seeker! - Someone from the Weasley twins snorted.
- You, too! - Draco didn't remain in the debt.
- We will go, of course, - said Adderley thoughtfully. - We just have to get dressed warmer, or you will freeze off everything on these stands. I have only one question, guys: who will we root for? Won't we fight?
Slyzerin and Gryffindor have looked over.
- To fight with you is more trouble than it's worth, Adderley, - Finnigan said.
- Well, then it's better not to go at all, - Zabini sighed. - Otherwise, it is somehow stupid...
- No, why, let's go, - said Adderley. - We won't be cheering for ours or yours.
- And for whom?!
- For a beautiful and honest game, - she said.
That day, many received another serious blow to stereotypes: at the top of the stands, between sectors Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, seven boys and one girl in uniform Slytherin and Gryffindor, respectively, shrieked in such a way that they easily drowned out the others and rejoiced at each goal, whoever scored it.
- Look, what a dodge! - Malfoy said.
- Hell, in soccer they would have given a red card for such a long time ago! - Thomas screamed.
- Ahh, he was bumped! - Zabini shouted.
- Still, it's a stupid game, - said Adderley. - By the way, there is Snitch.
- Where?!
As it was expected, Slytherin won: Gryffindor's reserve seeker couldn't reach out to his opponent.
- Well, silly, silly, - said Adderley. - After all, they were neck and neck, but the guy caught the ball - and a clean victory!
- You're just jealous!
- Not at all, - she snorted. - All right, Malfoy, today is your day! Let's go celebrate! Only, please, without cream beer... I've never tried anything more disgusting in my life!
- We'll get you some lemonade, - Nott seriously said. - Let's go to the den!
- By the way, let's call it that, shall we? - Thomas suggested.
- Well, it's just like the house at Weasley's, - Zabini wandered.
- Weasley's has the Burrow, and we're going to have the Den, - said Adderley in an instructive way. - There are large and dangerous animals living in the den, so...
That's how it was decided.
- Snow! Cool! Snow! - shouted Dean Thomas.
- The child has never seen snow, - Finnigan commented in an eccentric manner.
- You're one to talk! - Thomas answered in a hurry.
- It's beautiful. however, to play outside again is impossible! - said Zabini. - Cold - okay, but the snow on our knee! What kind of soccer is there? Let's go back against the wall to chisel the ball, or what?
- You are not thinking constructively, - answered Adderley. - It's a pity we don't have any skis... We'll have to buy it. All right, guys, we need a relatively flat slope leading to the lake...
- Is that okay? - asked Nott.
- Perfect! - answered Adderley. - Oh, okay! Guys, who's got the most powerful jet...?
There was an awkward pause.
- Fools! I meant Aquamenti, not what you think! Come on, quickly pour water all the way from the top of the slope to the lake!
- We didn't think anything of it. - Finnigan bubbled as he raised his wand.
- Malfoy, do you think the ice on the lake will hold us? - asked Adderley.
- How would I know?
- Adderly, I don't understand, what do we do now? - Nott asked, looking at a smooth, shiny strip.
- Until tomorrow - nothing, the ice isn't ready, - she answered. - In the meantime, let's go to Filch...
The whole company chose to hide around the corner when Adderley knocked on the door of the caretaker.
- You again! - he said.
- Hello, Mr. Filch! Tell me, do you have any unnecessary plywood or planks? Or at least some cardboard?
- Why do you need them? - He was struck by that one.
- To ride from the slide, - said Adderley honestly. - No? Well, then, we'll go look for more abandoned halls. We were stupid, we threw out that furniture, we could make sled from it, but who knew that winter would be snowy!
- Wait, wait! - grabbed her by the Filch sleeve. - Come here... Will it be suitable?
- Thank you, Mr. Filch, - she said sincerely. - If there's something to wash or clean, you call us, we're easy, we've already got it!
- Go... - an old squib sighed...
- It's enough for now. Who's first?
- Me!
- Malfoy, stick yourself at the end of the line, - said Adderley. - We need stronger guys here. Crabb?
- Yes! - he joyfully said and sat down on a board with a tied rope.
- Come on! Guys, rock it and launch it! Hope, the ice on the lake could stand...
Whistling and hooting accompanied Vincent Crabb's flight from shore to ice.
- Are you okay?! - shouted Adderley.
- That's insane! - Crabb answered when he stopped circling.
- The ice doesn't crunch?
- No! Like steel!
- Then let's go! Hey, get in line, get in line! Or go look for own sled!
- Albus! - Minerva McGonagall burst into the director's office with a vortex, which she hadn't done for a long time: self-esteem and venerable years interfered.
- What, honey?
- Something terrible is happening there by the lake! Listen to me!
Dumbledore opened the window, letting a jet of frosty air in. Wild screams could be heard even from here.
He closed the window and said:
- Minerva, darling, sit down, it would be better to do this...
Exhausted she fell into the chair and stared at the magic window that Dumbledore had turned. The children were lying in the snow, shouting, laughing, rolling down to the lake.
- Oh Merlin, there is Malfoy... - she whispered. It promised a lot of trouble.
- Yes, Adderley, too, - the director nodded. - Finnigan and Thomas, and some more Slytherin. They seem to be having a lot of fun.
- I can't cope with it, - McGonagall said. - The girl is completely out of control! I thought there could be no one worse than the Weasley twins, but I was definitely wrong!
- Minerva, you will find an approach! Go, have a rest and let them play, at their age it is okay!
- It was... - Zabini lost his voice.
- Awesome! - Finnigan told him.
- Cool! - said Thomas. - If there is such snow here every year, then I fit in! Screw Quidditch, we can't fly in winter anyway, but we can ride from the slide...
- I have to get a sled!
- We need to buy skis, idiot, Adderley said! And skates, did you see the ice on the lake? I want to skate!
She just shook her shoulders when Malfoy turned to her.
- You can make more snowmen, - she said.
- How is it?! - The Pure-blood was really fired up.
- It's easy, you need only snow. You can water them so that they do not fall apart. Let's organize a snow sculpture exhibition!
- Albus, look at this!
- What is it, honey? Kids have mastered the third year level spell? Well done!
- But look at what exactly they molded!
- Well...