Chapter 183

In the second week of October, the cold wind blew with a howl, and the stones outside Hogwarts Castle were chased by the wind and flipped over several times.

Not long after, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky where fallen leaves danced, followed by rumbling thunder; Neville said his tabletop was shaking.

Leaving the castle at this time was clearly not a good choice, but three small figures wearing thick robes and raincoats appeared behind the castle.

"Alright, Neville, you can hide behind me now, but you won't be able to later."

Jia Siting walked on Sean's left, helplessly taking a bag out of his bag; the bag looked very small, its surface smooth, as if made from the fur of some animal.

Neville had already moved from Sean's right to behind Jia Siting, and every time a bolt of lightning struck, Neville would shrink his head.

When they were in the classroom, Hermione had said impatiently:

"Neville, if you are really afraid of thunder, just stay in the classroom."

Neville didn't dare to refute, so he could only shake his head while stuttering "Okay...".

Seeing him refute himself, Hermione rolled her eyes and, as if impatient, stuffed an earplug into his hand.

Outside the castle now, Neville was wearing earplugs, but he was still shivering a bit.

Fortunately, the bag Jia Siting took out attracted his attention, making him watch that bag longingly.

Jia Siting put the bag into Sean's hand, and his attention shifted to Sean's hand as well.

"A Moke skin pouch; it's a good choice for storing seeds and small shovels."