Chapter 2509 Manonamission (2)

  Minerva rarely goes to the Gryffindor lounge unless there is something very important, which she believes is to respect the privacy of the students.

Pomona often took the opportunity to replace the singing magic plant in the lounge to take a look inside. Among a group of boarding students who did not have parental supervision and acted according to their own preferences, she believed that appropriate intervention would reduce some viciousness. When things happen, not to mention that growing children often have all kinds of worries and troubles, and she is willing to listen. On the contrary, Fei Liwei basically doesn't care about anything, just like he once said, keep a distance from human beings.

The fact that    made it mandatory for children to buy pets left a bad impression on Pomona, although the earliest wizard schools had this rule because some Transfiguration classes required animals to be turned into glasses or something.

  With pets, comparisons are inevitable. The more exotic pets are, the more eye-catching and onlookers will be. Who would pay attention to a turtle or an ugly lame cat?

  Ron suspected that Hermione's pet Crookshanks had eaten his pet rat, Scabbers, and publicly accused her several times and demanded her apology.

   But Hermione insisted on refusing to apologize, thinking that Crookshanks just did what a cat should do.

   This did not affect their friendship to the extent that it created conflicts and disputes. The mention of pets reminded Pomona of the old Thorn, the pet she gave to "Sever", a magical animal that is very wary of humans. Severus put a lot of thought into making it a family member. , but this change did not benefit it.

   The "mistake" Severus made was because he was close to the Gryffindor girl, and then he was "punished".

  Severus hasn't had a pet since then, at least Ron hadn't seen Scabbers' dead body, not to mention Scabbers was 12 years old, too old for a mouse.

After    came to the top of the tower, Pomona stood at the door and knocked on the door of the principal's room.

   "Come in," said an old voice.

   Then she pushed the door and went in.

At the desk with silverware stands the old wizard with white beard and hair. He is feeding the phoenix Fox, which was reborn from the ashes last year and has gone from a chick to an adult within a year. It also lives with snakes. The monster fought, pecking its eyes out, giving Harry a chance to fight with the Sword of Gryffindor.

   But Pomona didn't pay attention to it for too long. When she saw Albus, she understood why some people believed the rumors that Scamander said.

  Albus is old, even though he beat Grindelwald, that was 60 years ago, is he still as energetic as then?

   "Where are you going to be standing?" Albus turned his back to Pomona and fed Fox a "snack".

   "I have a question, is the news from Scamander true?" Pomona asked.

   "What did he tell you?"

   "The Triwizard Tournament, and the re-election of the president of the Wizarding Federation."

   "I think so." Albus looked back at her. "Our old friend, Mr. Malfoy, he's had a blast trying to influence our work, and I think he succeeded this time."

   "The Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for so many years, why suddenly..."

   "You should think about what menu to serve our guests." Albus interrupted her. "And our castle, which hasn't been 'thoroughly' cleaned in years."

   "Yes, Headmaster," she said meekly.

   "What else did he say to you?" Albus asked.

   "We went to the Quidditch pitch and he suggested I build a maze," Pomona said.

   "I think it's a good idea, what do you think?" said Albus feigningly.

   "What? He told me that you were the one who said the labyrinth was built."

  Albus turned his head with a smile and picked up the Elder Wand on the table.

   "You know, who did it belong to?" Albus asked.

   "Yes, Gellert Grindelwald," replied Pomona.

   "He is an excellent prophet. Although we have a time-turner and can go back to any moment in the past, we can only spy on the future through these people with special abilities."

   "What?" she asked in confusion.

   "Of course, there is another way, such as divination. I have always been worried that you will kill your turtle for divination."

   "What!?" Pomona was startled and confused. "What are you thinking? Albus."

   "Ancient fortune-tellers used tortoise shells to predict."

   "I won't kill my turtle for divination!" she said firmly.

  Albus gave a meaningful smile.

   "I know." He said softly, "You're not that kind of person."

   "Thank you," she gasped, then widened her eyes in surprise. "Scamander took my tortoise out of fear that I might kill it?"

   "I don't know what he knew, I didn't put a spy next to him." Albus took Pomona to the Pensieve, took a memory from the shelf, and put it in.

   There is a woman, she is dark skinned, and blue flames are consuming her.

   She turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and the whirlwind caused by the magic storm blew "her" away.

   "Who is she?" Pomona asked sadly.

   "Rita Lestrange, let me tell you a secret, she is Newt's first love." Albus said lightly, "Don't tell anyone."

   "Lestrange? She is..."

"This memory belongs to her brother, Joseph Karma, whom I sent to Grindelwald to be my eyeliner." Albus continued, "Rita was painful for Joseph, but He didn't want to lose it, however, Gellert erased the memory of her in Karma's mind, in his words relieved Karma of her pain."

   "But the memory is still there," Pomona said.

   "Yeah, why?" Albus asked.

   "Occlumency." Pomona whispered.

Albus rummaged on the shelf again, and poured it into the Pensieve, where a couple in their new wedding dress appeared, the wife was tall and beautiful, and the husband was short and fat, but they looked like they were together. very happy.

"The witch's name is Queenie Goldstein, and she's a natural Legilimency." Albus said, looking at the Pensieve, "This gentleman's name is Jacob Kowalski, and he's a Muggle. "

   Pomona was no surprise.

   "I remember you and Minerva talking all the time. Did she ever mention to you that she almost married a Muggle?" Albus asked.

   "I remember, but it was cancelled because it was not legal for wizards to marry Muggles at the time."

   "Jacob and Queenie had the same troubles, but Queenie didn't choose to let go like Minerva, she joined Grindelwald." Albus paused "For love."

   She now understands what's going on.

   "Queenie's main job is to spy on the members of Yermongard, using Legilimency, Gellert doesn't trust everyone."

   "But Karma used Occlumency." Pomona went on to say, "Who the **** does he work for?"

"Gellert thought he was working for me at first, and it took a while for Karma to gain his trust and be allowed to attend parties where he shared his vision of the 'future'," Albus said. "There's something strange about Fantastic Beasts blood. The purer the better, he saw Jacob holding the wand through the blood of the unicorn, so he thought that the Muggles had found a way to steal the magic of the wizard."

   "On his inaugural speech..."

"His predictions have always been accurate, but he's not like Sybil. What he sees is only fragments. He needs more intelligence to analyze and sort out the sequence before he can speculate on what will happen in the future." Albus said, "It turns out that science Mr. Warski just showed up at the dinner, and Gellert thought Mr. Kowalski was an assassin."

  Pomona felt that if Jacob had a gun, he might have succeeded, if the wizard in charge of security had never seen a Muggle pistol.

"Love isn't logical, Pomona, like Queenie, she passed Gellert's test, though she doesn't hate Muggles like everyone else." Albus watched the smiles of the two in the Pensieve for a while. Turning his eyes to Pomona again, "The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference, it's like a poison that seeps into every inch of your skin, every bone, and when you realize you're alone, it seeps out and leaves you. The pain is unbearable."

   "Sounds like a Cruciatus," she said nonchalantly.

   "Worse than that, at least the Cruciatus has an anti-curse, and there is only one antidote to that poison."

"what?"

   "I hope you never know the taste of this poison, especially for witches." Albus said heavily, "Maybe, one day you will hate me..."

   "Why should I hate you?" Pomona asked again inexplicably.

Albus smiled "When you focus on academics, time flies, and I remember your male prefect once duel with the Ravenclaw prefect over which house Bridget Willock was from. "

   "You remember this little thing?" she complained.

   "She is an arithmetic fortune-teller. I think you can go to the arithmetic and fortune-telling classroom to find what you want." Albus said mysteriously, put away the Pensieve, and walked to Fox again.

   She felt that it was time for her to leave, but she couldn't help but look back.

   The portrait of Arianna was still smiling softly, but she seemed to be a little more lively today and waved to Pomona.

   She left the office in a daze, and the moment she closed the door, she made up her mind to ask for her turtle back.

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  The carriage stopped, and Georgiana regained her "awake". She looked around and found that it was a small town.

Major    came over and opened the door for her.

   She got out of the car, and the first thing she saw was a rubble that looked burnt.

   "This used to be a monastery, between Mace and Fairford," explained the major.

   "What about the original monastery and monks?" asked Georgiana.

Major    did not answer.

   She took the binoculars from the car, and from where she stood, she could see the Fairford Fortress under construction and the newly planned industrial area. It was very convenient to send troops to hunt down fugitives or prisoners to work in factories.

   She walked into the ruins regardless of the others, and found a small green plant on the ashes, which she immediately recognized as a hop.

   She sniffed carefully again, and there seemed to be a smell of beer in the air.

   "What was this monastery used to do?" Georgiana asked Lupe.

   "Beer." A staff member replied in his place, "This used to be a charity monastery."

   "Why was it burned?" she continued to question.

   "They sell bootleg beer," replied Lupe. "Seven centuries, and they were rich."

   She didn't know what to say for a while.

   Because she thought of the fat monk who loved to drink, and the regret that he didn't become a cardinal.

  Why didn't he go on? Is being a bishop more important than going to heaven?

   She looked up at the sky and told her rationally that there was only the atmosphere above her head, and after leaving the atmosphere, there was space, there was no heaven at all, and correspondingly, there was no **** at all.

   So, what should she believe?

   (end of this chapter)