Chapter 170 See Through

Before the fifth grade, Neville’s wands were always Frank’s. Ollivander once said that using wands that should have belonged to other wizards would never have a good effect. The core and wood of each wand were incompatible with each other. There is affinity between users, and there are differences even between father and son.

Mrs. Longbottom loves her son very much, and hopes Neville can inherit everything from him. Unfortunately, he is not smart and even a little slow. Although he is a true pureblood, he is inferior to Mudblood. He is often teased by people, but Pomona Know that he has very good qualities.

  He always shows up when his friends need help the most, and is very reliable. Even if he stutters and can’t pronounce spells clearly, he will pick up the wand and insert it into the opponent’s eye like a dagger.

  He can use his tact and wisdom to solve problems. It may not be a wizard’s method, but it is a very effective method under the circumstances. In this respect, he is indeed like his father Frank.

  "What are you doing?" The old bat in Slytherin saw Hefpaff's sweetheart dean pressing **** a book. This weird behavior was even more weird than usual, so he couldn't help asking.

   "I want to be sure, Neville can turn to that page!" Pomona Sprout gritted her teeth and said, "Damn Moody!"

  The book that Pomona is pressing is called the magical aquatic plants in the Mediterranean and their characteristics. This is the information that old bats have turned out from nowhere, and there is knowledge of Ichthyopus in it.

The second game is approaching soon. Audio-Technica hasn’t figured out how to breathe underwater for an hour. Fortunately, the old bats have found the fish branch. As he said, it is very rare, not a "daily garden". The nursery that the herbal medicine professor takes care of is what he calls the "daily garden". The fake Moody has been trying to force Pomona to find a way as an Auror. When the mark is done, she will make this The book was handed over to Moody, and then to Neville through Moody, and Neville talked to Harry about the myrtleweed, and then Neville got it from the potions professor's warehouse.

   "Who blinded Moody's eyes." Severus Snape admired the group of michling grass in the glass bottle. "I remember that both eyes of the Dark Lord were fine after the fall of the Dark Lord."

  Astor Moody is recognized as the chief of the Order of the Phoenix, but some people think that Severus Snape, who is ranked second, feels that the former Death Eater is very hidden.

   "His magic eyes can see through the invisible cloak, the walls, the door, and even the back of his head. I think he was attacked."

   "By whom?" He asked softly, his voice seemed to be magical, making her heart beat faster.

   "He didn't say it, but I guess it was Tebo Warthog." It is a very dangerous creature, and its skin is the material of the invisibility cloak.

   "A pig?" Severus twitched, "How do you know it's not a human?"

   "He is very vigilant. It is impossible for ordinary people to succeed in a sneak attack, and you would not believe that a warthog will attack yourself."

  Pomona looked back at the arrogant human, "Do you really think you have become the lord of the world? There are still many undiscovered magical animals in this world."

"Sometimes I look at you and now I forget that you are a mixed-race veel." Severus looked at the short fat woman in front of him, as if looking at another person through it. "Your compound decoction still needs more How long does it take to be effective?"

   "What do you want to do?" She picked up the book and stood up.

   "Moody smells like boiled cabbage, don't you wonder why you smell different from him?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just like cake."

   "You improved the formula?" Pomona didn't ask how he described her as a cake, as if he wanted to eat her alive now.

   "It's changed a bit." He closed his eyes and licked his lips. "The double-horned beast powder is not as much as before. Do you think Moody's magic eye can see the effect of the compound decoction?"

"No, that's a very powerful potion." Pomona backed away holding the book, and the person in front of her was about to become a beast, but unlike Animagus, he wanted to become a kind of "male". Beast "I'm leaving now."

As soon as she turned around, the door of his office slammed shut in front of her. Although no one would show up outside the lounge after nightfall, she still thought it would be better to leave the door open for the meeting, and now it is closed. , Like her last escape route is gone.

Dumbledore said, don’t show your true face in front of other people. She has never regarded Severus as someone else. What's more, he had prepared the potion. Suddenly, she felt that the previous medicine was effective because of laziness or laziness. The aversion to the smell of potion caused a lot of trouble for herself. She slowly turned her head and found that Severus was looking at her ferociously, her chest rising and falling with intense breathing, like a hunting dog about to launch an attack.

  "Do you really want to be when nothing happened that night?"

   "It's what you said to be when it never happened." Pomona felt very baffled. "Is this what you are thinking?"

  He may think he is also ridiculous, and shook his head with a wry smile.

   "I don't know what happened that night, Severus, but I really didn't drug you." She held the thick book in her arms, like her own weapon.

   "Get out." He said word by word, his voice sounding tired.

  She looked back at the door that slammed in front of her, what spell he had just cast.

   "Why don't you leave?" After a long time, he trembled.

   "I don't think I can leave you alone." Her heart pounded, "What do you tell me? Severus."

   "You messed up everything, Pomona, why did you open the door for me!" he roared.

"If I don't open the door, where are you going?" Pomona asked. I heard that the half-blood giant Hagrid had an appointment with a female companion that night. He must have looked very pitiful at the time. "And I was lonely eating alone. You took all my cats away."

   "Yes, yes, we are all alone." He laughed like he found the answer, "Why didn't I expect it before."

  She felt that he was in a good mood, but she was not really happy, but that some chains entwined with him disappeared.

   "See you the day after tomorrow, Pomona, don't let Moody wait too long." He turned around, took a bottle of wine from the cabinet, and drank himself as if to celebrate for himself.

   "Are you ready for the potion for the hostages?" Pomona asked.

  "How do you know that Qiu Zhang is someone Cedric cares about?" He asked rhetorically.

  "I don’t know. He is fair to every girl, but he asked Qiu Zhang to the dance party..."

  "You ordered him to go because of our bet." He enjoyed the wine comfortably, and said as he pleased, "Let’s make another bet and see who Harry Potter will save this time?"

   "What do you mean?"

"If Sirius Black is here, he must be the person Harry Potter wants to save the most, but unfortunately, he can't watch the game. If he didn't fool around with you, he should be the same as Malfoy as the school manager. It's sad. ." He drank the wine in the glass in one sip and poured himself another glass.

   "You drink slowly and don't get drunk." She persuaded.

   "I've been awake long enough, and now I want to have fun in time." Severus turned around and smiled triumphantly and frivolously. "I've long wondered what it's like to be arbitrarily arrogant."

  "Professor?" Neville's voice interrupted her memory. At this time, she was still in Frank and Alice's ward, and their lives were changed by another arbitrarily arbitrary person.

  Bellatrix, Sirius’ cousin, Voldemort’s most loyal servant, the one who should least be released from Azkaban.

   "How did you get to St Mungo?" Pomona asked, "You Apparated?"

   "No, I ran to Hogsmeade, from the fireplace of Three Broomsticks to St Mungo's." Neville walked over and looked at his parents. "What happened to them?"

"It's the same as before. Come and sit down. I want to tell you a story." Pomona patted the position next to her. "Harry often talks to Sirius about his parents. Your grandma said what your father is like. person?"

   "Said something." Neville said dullly "Do you know my parents? Professor."

"Your father saved my life." Pomona said sadly. "She can't know the story I told. It is a secret that very few people know, but I think you have the right to know, because you are Franklin Barton's. son."

  (End of this chapter)