Chapter 2512 manonamission (five)

  After the sun went down, the Dementors left the Forbidden Forest and began to slowly approach the school grounds.

  Pomona threw a piece of wood into the fireplace, then rubbed his arms, "Why not use guardian magic?"

"Because, this is a quid pro quo." Snape sat at the desk, reading her newly borrowed book and said slowly, "Dementors don't enter the school grounds during the day, and only enter the school to search at night. At this time, most people They're all already sleeping in the lounge, and they're not likely to be encountered unless you're walking around at night, like Mr. Potter."

   She was upset. "Why didn't Dumbledore ban them from school?"

  Snape put down the book.

   "You know Connery Fudge allowed them to go to Hogsmeade, right?"

"Yes."

   "The fact that they will go whether Fudge allows it or not, and the hunt for Black is a hunt for them, and they're excited about it."

   "Dementors also have this feeling of 'excitement'?"

   Snape didn't seem to know what to explain to her, and picked up the book again.

   "You mean the Ministry of Magic can't control them either?" Pomona asked.

"Dementors are not like house-elves. They have a magical contract with wizards. Even if Dobby leaves Malfoy's house, it still can't say anything bad about Malfoy, and of course it can't reveal their family's secrets to anyone." Snape flipped a page. "There is a suspicion that they let Black go on purpose so they could leave Azkaban and go to a crowded place."

   "I don't think Dementors have that kind of intelligence," Pomona said.

   But she regretted it after saying that.

   "You want to be a prophet too?" Snape asked.

   "No!" she said firmly. "It takes a 'talent' to be a prophet, and I don't have a 'talent' for that."

   "Then you're wasting your time on these useless things?"

   She wants to say that she is not human, and there is time to waste.

   Human beings used every minute and second of their short life to come to the fore and surpass other magical creatures.

   "Are centaurs okay? They're going to be neighbors with Dementors," Pomona asked.

   "The White Wizard and the Dementors were not considered when they negotiated," Snape said grimly.

"And you?"

   "I'm just an insignificant teacher, what qualifications do I have to speak on this occasion?"

   She looked at him suspiciously.

"what?"

   There was a knock on the door, and Pomona went to open the door and found a silver tray full of food on the door.

   "Thank you!" she said to the empty hallway, then picked up the tray and went back to the office.

   Snape stared at her.

   "What?" she asked as she put the food on the table.

   "House-elves don't thank you for saying 'thank you'."

   "Whether they appreciate me or not, it's basic courtesy for me to say 'thank you'." She stared at the intransigent fellow. "What do you think of Dexter Fusco?"

   "You mean the 'traitor'?" Snape said.

  Pomona wanted a bite of the stew, but doesn't care anymore.

   Fusco was also a pure-blood family, and although he had no apparent Muggle sympathy, he became a "pure-blood traitor".

   "I'm wondering why, after hundreds of years, I still can't restore his honor so that his portrait can be hung on the wall of the principal's office." Pomona asked, taking a mouthful of stew with a spoon.

   "Are you pretending not to know, or are you asking?" Snape asked.

   "What?" she said inexplicably.

   Snape didn't want to talk to her anymore, picked up the spoon and ate.

Aristotle once believed that the world is composed of four elements: fire, wind, water, and earth. Although there were four founders of Hogwarts at the beginning, they did not correspond to one element of their respective academies. .

   Later, I don't know who corresponds to the Academy and the elements, Gryffindor corresponds to fire, Ravenclaw corresponds to wind, Slytherin corresponds to water, and Hufflepuff corresponds to soil.

This habit has lasted for hundreds of years, and suddenly one day, someone told the world that this concept may be wrong, because Aristotle recognized the geocentric theory, he believed that the earth is immobile, the sun, moon, stars, planets Revolving around a perfect circle, it was even modeled by Ptolemy by the 2nd century BC.

  The shock of the heliocentric theory has spread to the wizarding world. The thin biography did not describe it in detail, but the author wrote a sentence: Telling the truth is not a kind of resistance, but a ground-breaking revolution (revolution).

The word   revolution originally refers to the movement of celestial bodies, and it is difficult for her to associate it with the revolutionary movement of mankind. It is also possible that it is difficult for people today to associate the revolution of mankind with the movement of celestial bodies.

   She didn't understand why people of that era would use this word.

   "Have you ever thought about time travel?" Pomona asked, looking at her in surprise from Snape, who was chewing food.

   "What do you mean?" he asked gently.

   "Go back in time and solve some puzzles," she said.

"You can think clearly in this world, you don't need to go back to the past." He lowered his head and pulled the stew on the plate with a spoon. "Someone used a time-turner to stay in the 14th century for three days, and he died when he came back. The corpse was 400 years old."

   "I know, I just don't understand..." she said anxiously.

   "You're an idiot, don't think too much." He said bluntly.

   She glared at him.

   "You want to go back in time and have the Sorting Hat sort you into Ravenclaw?" Snape asked.

   "No!" she said without hesitation.

   "So what's the point of your question just now?"

   "I don't want to change anything, I just want to figure out some problems." She put down the spoon, waving her hands a little excitedly and gestured "How can I tell you to understand!"

   "I also asked Longbottom this question, how is he doing recently?" he said slowly as he ate.

   She calmed down and picked up the spoon again.

   "How did you make him a 'goalkeeper'?" Snape asked.

   She froze for a moment: "How did you know?"

   "I went to the greenhouse," he said slowly. "Longbottom didn't let me in because I didn't answer the password."

  Pomona's eyes widened.

   "What's going on?" he asked calmly.

"I think, let him regain his confidence." Pomona said after returning to his senses. "He is always on the side of being judged, and it is up to others to decide whether he is right or wrong, but he is not like other people, he always remembers There is no answer, so I let him be the evaluation party and let him decide whether others are right or wrong."

   "Have you ever thought that if he can't remember the correct answer, no matter how you change the password, it will be different from the one he thinks?"

"Then guess, the Ravenclaw lounge door always has a problem with the door knocker and slept outside the lounge all night." She scooped a large spoonful of stew. "Is Neville better than one?" Fool knocker."

   "What's the password?" Snape asked casually.

  Pomona chewed the food in his mouth, telling him to wait patiently.

   In fact, she was thinking very fast, last time Neville didn't let Snape enter the greenhouse as he wished, and the next time he went in, there was no door to resist, would Neville encounter an accident.

"I won't do anything to him." Snape seemed to see what she was thinking, and said in a low voice, "At least he's doing his job, unlike some people, who have to do everything for others. "

   She looked at him cautiously.

   "The semester is almost over, why do you think I will substitute for Lupin?" he asked angrily.

"I just……"

"There's nothing to talk to." He continued, "I prepared the potion and asked Lupin to come and get it himself, but he said he couldn't move, and I really doubt that he is in such a state of health as to be taken by the final exam. I'll do it for you."

   She did not speak.

   "Why didn't I get paid his salary," he complained, then continued to eat the food on his plate.

  Remus is very short of money, anyone can see that, but...

   "Back to the previous topic, do you think the multiverse exists?" Pomona asked spiritedly.

   "What strange book did you read again?" he asked absently.

   "Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time, He believes that the universe is infinite and consists of multiverses. Each universe is parallel to each other and will not touch, but they have different physical parameters, even the speed of light is not the same..."

   She chatted, he listened patiently, and soon the dishes on his plate were finished.

   "What do you think?" Pomona asked without hesitation as he swallowed his last bite.

   "How do you think parallel universes came about?" Snape asked.

   "It's like railroad tracks, originally unrelated, but overlapping due to some accidental events." Pomona replied.

   "It's very suitable for writing novels, isn't it?" He teased and said, "A person has different endings because of different choices, but the whole world has not changed."

   "This is what the physicists came up with." Pomona retorted.

   "They are physicists, equally imaginative. What they say now is not necessarily the 'truth'. The phlogiston theory was popular before, and the same has been falsified."

   "Don't be so serious," she muttered.

"I just don't like your group, you can joke about anything." He stood up "For me, the world and time are straight, there is no bifurcation, and there is no intersection. Next, do you want to ask Me, if I hadn't said that word to Lily back then, what would have happened now?"

   "I didn't mean that, Severus," she said gravely.

   "I'm in a bad mood, thank you for dinner," Snape said nonchalantly, then left her office, slamming the door as he left.

  Pomona looked at the cold stew on the plate, with a layer of oil floating on it, looking unappetizing, maybe she really should change.

   After a while, she heard a soft knock on the door.

   "Who?" Pomona asked.

   No one answered.

   "Is that you? Severus?" she said as she stood up, thinking he had forgotten something.

   Walking to the door, she looked back at the book she had just read. It was not old, not as dusty as the 16th-century wizarding history book, but it was a dusty story.

   The door knocked again.

   "Come on!" she said, opening the medieval door.

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  If one day, she returns to that world and gets the time converter, will she go back to before everything happened?

   Sitting in the carriage, she looked at the cloudy sky and thought.

   It was snowing lightly at this time, and several children were skating on the ice lake outside the town.

   This is actually very dangerous, because if the ice on the lake is not thick enough, they will fall.

  Then she thought of Harry Potter, who took off his clothes and dived into the frozen water in order to get the Sword of Gryffindor, almost drowned by the Slytherin locket as a Horcrux.

   also thinks of Draco Malfoy, skating with Astonia Greengrass, the boy who looked like a copy of his father was different.

   He no longer insisted on pure blood, just because he fell in love with a Ravenclaw girl.

   "Do you think it's important to have someone convert a lot for you?" asked Albus from the pews.

   "Isn't it?" she asked back then.

   "Do you still feel that way?"

   She looked at the hallucinating old man.

   "You ask me, do you want to delete those memories? Who are you?"

"You said, the person you thought wouldn't modify memory?" said the phantom that looked like Albus, "Maybe it's for another reason, as long as you don't create pain, there will be no painful memory, just like raising a head Happy pig, kill him when the time comes."

   She didn't answer.

   "You can only get out if you figure out how you got in. It's pointless to imagine that." The old man sighed. "I thought you would be different from other witches."

   "Have I let you down?" she asked with her head lowered.

   But she didn't hear the rebuke, and when she looked up, the old man had disappeared.

   "You're really going crazy." She said tiredly, closing her eyes.

   (end of this chapter)