Chapter 2526 Manonamission (XIX)

  There are a few outstanding and "bottom" people in every grade and every college. Simon Finnigan can be said to be a pair of "difficult brothers" with Neville Longbottom.

In first-year potions class he and Neville were assigned to a group, and then the two of them "cooperated" to blow up the cauldron, not only turning the scabies decoction into a blister potion, but also splashing everywhere, causing Half the classroom suffers.

   In the second grade spell class, he and Harry were assigned a group, a very simple floating spell to make feathers fly, and he blew up again.

   He didn't blow up anything in the third grade. The second grade was at risk of closing the school because of the secret room incident. Simon thought that the exam would also be cancelled, but things didn't go as he thought. By the third grade he was holding a newspaper in the auditorium saying that Blake had been sighted near the castle, spreading panic to a certain extent, but the exam was not cancelled, so he pinned his hopes entirely on the exam questions predicted by Hermione Granger. .

Neville's divination class partner was Dean Thomas, who was inseparable from Simon Finnigan, who was there when Simon sent the predictions to the greenhouse, and his grades were just as bad. , only slightly better than Neville and Simon.

   His talents were more focused on drawing, but Hogwarts was not an art school.

  Pomona hopes that Neville can make a few friends. The best way is to let them spend the summer together. Anyway, she wants to send a list. Of course, she does not give students the opportunity to "internship" to save costs.

   Dean also has painting skills, what can Simon do?

   A knock on the door interrupted Pomona's thoughts, and then Justin Finch-Fanlieri came in.

   "I've collected the list you want." Justin said enthusiastically, and put the parchment on Pomona's table. "These are the people who are willing to stay on campus."

   "Thank you, Justin." Pomona smiled. "You've been a huge help."

   "It's an honor to serve you, Dean, what else can I do?" Justin asked.

   "You live in London, right?" Pomona asked.

"Yes."

  Pomona wondered if he should use Justin's connections in the Muggle world to inquire about Grimmauld Place, after all, he almost went to Eton College.

   "My mother asked me to say hello to you." Justin said immediately, "I don't know if you are free during the summer vacation. She wants to invite you to my house as a guest."

   "I think the holidays will be busy this year," Pomona said, "but thank you mom for your kindness."

   "Is there anything I need to pay special attention to or prepare for next school year?"

   Pomona thought for a moment "What other languages ​​do you speak besides English?"

   "You speak the language of the merman?" Justin asked.

"No, there will be foreign wizards coming to Hogwarts. Durmstrang and Breitbarton are both international schools, and they admit students from more than one country. They don't just send contestants. I think it may be because the decision was too hasty. , it was decided at the end of the semester that they will send multiple contestants..."

   "I see what you mean, Dean." Justin smiled and said, "I will organize a team of volunteers."

   "I think you can prepare now, you don't have to wait until next semester." Pomona also said with a smile.

  Justin bowed and left her office happily.

  There are always a few "teacher's pets" in each class of students.

  Pomona smiled and shook his head, continuing to look at the map on the table.

   Even the simplified version of Qimen Dunjia is dangerous for these minors, and she doesn't want to cause an accident and make the Triwizard Tournament banned again.

   She looked at the handwritten Simon's name, and it exploded...fireworks, maybe the contestants could use a spell to set off fireworks so people off the field could go in for first aid.

   "Dean, are you free?"

   She looked up and saw Graplan standing in the doorway.

   "Come in," she said, rolling up the drawings.

   "Headmaster Dumbledore just informed me that I will be a substitute teacher for the protection of magical creatures next semester, and Professor Rubeus Hagrid has other arrangements," Grapland said.

   Her first thought was that Hagrid was fired.

   "I see," Pomona said.

   "He also asked me to tell you that the meeting will be held at seven o'clock in the evening, in the principal's office."

"thanks."

   Then Graplan went away.

  Pomona glanced at her pocket watch. There were less than two hours before the meeting. She could still go to the auditorium for dinner.

   "This is the resident teacher!" She gritted her teeth and said how much she wanted to be like the teacher in the classroom. After class, she could leave the school and go back to her home.

   Then she thought, hey, she's not married yet, how can she have a home of her own?

   She came to the teacher's seat in the auditorium full of complaints. Sinesta was also there. Although she was a classroom teacher, she was one of the few who was still in the school at night. When she saw Pomona coming, she immediately took the initiative to say hello.

   "Have you heard? Big news in the Muggle world, a serial killer has been arrested."

   "How many people did he kill?" Pomona asked casually, taking a seat beside her.

"Twelve of them, all girls, and their bodies were buried in the yard of his house," Sinista said. "They rented out their spare houses after renovating them, and then lied about hiring maids. These girls later disappeared. ."

   "Oh~ Merlin's beard." Pomona exclaimed.

   "When are you interested in this kind of news?" Snape came over and sat beside the two of them.

   "The most bizarre thing is that the process of finding these bodies was because of a psychic who reported to the police that the missing girls were all there."

   Pomona thought of the haunted Screaming Shack, which originally belonged to Scamander and was converted into a female teacher's dormitory, and then...

   "Do you have any spare houses in Hogsmeade?" Pomona asked Snape. "I'd like to rent a few."

   "Why did you ask me?" he said coldly.

   "You know Malfoy..."

   He didn't want to talk to her at all and ate the baked potatoes on the plate.

   "It's terrifying." Pomona frowned, looking at Sinesta.

   "There are even more terrifying." Sinista lowered her voice. "Three of those missing girls are believed to be related to Death Eaters, and they disappeared at exactly that time."

   "Let's eat, it's getting cold," Pomona said.

  Sinnesta glanced at Snape, who was eating silently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

   Later, Pomona and Sinesta chatted about other topics, and they left the table at about 6:30 p.m., chatting while climbing the steps up the tower.

   "Goodbye," said Sinesta, who was going to the Astronomy Tower.

   "Goodbye." Pomona waved, she was going to the tower of the principal's office.

   But before she could get far, she met Snape, who had left first, standing by a window overlooking the school.

   The school is not brightly lit except on the first day of school, when only a few windows are still lit.

   She also went to the window and looked at the castle outside.

"you……"

   "Sirius Black killed three wizards in Hogsmeade." Snape said "Have you heard?"

   She was shocked.

   "He didn't do that!" said Pomona at once.

"how do you know?"

  Pomona realized it was Snape who was trying to induce her, but she still asked "Who can prove he did it?"

   "Dementors," Snape whispered. "The Ministry of Magic believes in them."

   "How is this possible?" Pomona asked in disbelief.

   "They believe that Dementors will follow the rules." He sneered. "They don't harm 'innocent' people, they are only allowed to 'deal' with criminals."

   "Did you tell them about the Dementors attacking Harry Potter?"

   "I'm just a private teacher, how can I be qualified to speak on that occasion?" He said oddly, "I believe that tonight's meeting may be related to this matter."

   "Thanks for the reminder, Severus."

   "You're welcome," he said arrogantly, walking up the stairs.

  Pomona looked at his back from below, lost in thought.

  The ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus once said: I must die, I must be imprisoned, I must endure exile, I know it, but must I die with a moan? Do I have to cry and cry? Can someone stop me from smiling when I'm exiled?

   She had always thought that Severus had learned something from the Death Eaters, at least the Slytherin boy who had been yelling at the door of the Gryffindor lounge after being rejected had changed.

   He learned grace, like You-Know-Who himself, and his graceful demeanor belies his origins, a Muggle orphan.

   Severus even learned to use sage, which smells just as bad, but much better than something like frog brains.

   He stood in this place just now with the smell remaining, she took a deep breath, and a blurred hallucination appeared in her mind.

   "Pomona." He looked back at her from the heights. "We're running late."

   She blushed, but she wasn't sure if the swaying torches of the castle could see it, so she lowered her head and followed his footsteps up.

   She didn't feel tired at all, but felt that her steps were brisk, as if she had met fellow travelers on a lonely journey, although they weren't chatting along the way like she and Sinista just now.

   At the same time, she was thinking about a problem.

   Telling the truth does not mean resistance, but an earth-shattering revolution.

   If, at the meeting later, she told everyone what happened that night, how would the others react?

   She reached for Severus' robe, and he looked at her strangely.

   "If I do something bad one day, will you forgive me?" she asked.

   "Do you know why the Unforgivable Curse is unforgivable?" he said.

   "Have you used it?" she asked.

   "What about you? What bad things did you do?"

   "I ask you questions, why do you keep asking me?" she complained.

   This time he didn't ask back, but just switched and left.

   She was so angry that she threw her fist away, and he glared at her where he was beaten.

   "Haha." She smirked.

   "What are you laughing at?" he complained, tugging at his robe.

   "Welcome back, Severus." She sighed. "Welcome home."

   Before he could speak, he heard Fei Liwei's voice. His office was on the same floor as the principal's office.

   "Good evening, two, will you be free after the session?" Fei Liwei said, "I wrote a new song."

   "Let's talk after the meeting." Pomona said lazily, God knows if anyone else was in that mood at that time.

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   Catnip does something magical to a cat, and maybe sage does the same to her, even though there is no real sage in this place, just a similar botanical pattern on the teapot.

   She doesn't belong here, there is nothing she wants here, why does she have to be Madame Pompidou as Bertin said, not Madame Estelaide who was driven away?

   The "people" here are all dead, and it's pointless for her to work hard for the lives of these people.

   She finally knew where the problem was.

   The Avada Suo Life Charm took people's lives, but the body seemed to be asleep.

  The swan in the ballet The Death of the Swan is struggling because it is an animal and it does not understand what Epicurus said.

   But it's still beautiful, even when groaning to death.

   On the contrary, some people are so embarrassed even if they don't groan and die because of their ugliness.

In the last moments of his death, he saw a pair of lake-green eyes, which were beautiful, but not the black lake of Hogwarts, which was still black in clear weather, reflecting the sky like a mirror and mountains.

   She looked at the fire opal ring on her hand, took it off, and put it on the table without giving up.

   hesitated when she took off the bracelet with her hair hidden, but took it off anyway.

   Then she felt an unprecedented ease.

   She touched her neck, and a black swan pendant appeared out of nothing, exactly the same pair they bought after watching the movie "The Godfather".

   (end of this chapter)