Chapter 2535 Smoke and Mirror (1)

   On Christmas Day 2004, Pomona experienced the tsunami in Indonesia as a bystander.

  The sea that was calm one moment ago, the next second set off a huge wave, swallowing up the buildings, people and cars on the shore. Even the most indifferent to this kind of incident will know a thing or two as the news rolls out on various television stations.

The battle at that time was similar to the arrest warrant issued by Sirius Black after escaping from Azkaban. The North Sea is different from the tropical resort with blue sea and blue sky. The water there is deep blue, not only icy and biting, but also turbulent waves. Even a relatively warm summer, without the west wind, is not so easy to get through.

  If it is winter, there is still heavy fog over the North Sea. The fog is blown to the land by the wind, shrouding London, Amsterdam and other cities in the fog.

  Because it is summer and there is no fog, it is convenient to observe from high altitude.

   But fortunately, the dementors have no vision, and there is actually a lot of life in the seemingly lifeless sea.

   In fact, they were once life, and some Muggle sailors who were forced to make a living would sail the seas when the navy was not out.

Sometimes it's fog, sometimes it's stormy, and when their vision is blurred and they can't see the sea conditions ahead, a device called a fog horn will blow on the ship, and the sound it makes will travel far in the open sea, As if saying "I'm here", let the other party avoid and avoid hitting other ships that are also sailing in this weather.

   They will keep blowing until they are out of the area, or to a port where they can dock, and the lighthouse will direct them.

   At this time, even the experienced old captain took out the chart and could not know where they were, fog or clouds blocked their vision, and they could not determine their position by the stars.

   So they had no choice but to sail towards the "light", the crew fantasizing about the beds and hot food that would be available as soon as they got ashore.

   The port is a temporary "home" for sailors, where they can take a short rest.

   They didn't expect that there would be a place where they would sleep forever. What's worse, they couldn't find rest, and their despair became a breeding ground for dementors.

   Like mischief elves and boggarts, they too feed on human emotions, and only a happy patron saint can resist them.

  These dark creatures are not just aimed at wizards like werewolves. The most important thing is that Muggles are easier to "catch" than wizards, and only need a lighthouse. A lost ship will even blow its own fog horns to remind others that they are coming.

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   "Remus is much better than before, Severus' potion worked."

  Pomona chattered in the cave, Sirius chewed the food but did not speak.

  Although his eating appearance is still ugly, he still remembers the most basic table manners.

   "But that potion is expensive and he can't afford it," Pomona said.

   "The snotling took him as a test, that's why he gave him a drink for free." Sirius said indignantly.

   "Don't call him Snotling," Pomona corrected. "You can call him a new nickname."

   Sirius took another bite of the chicken thigh.

   "If only it could be developed sooner." She sighed, how much less pain Remus could have suffered.

   "Remus is as happy as us when he turns into a werewolf," Sirius said sharply.

  Yeah, "playing" with a werewolf around a school full of unwitting little wizards.

   "He couldn't see it when he was young, don't you think Remus looks much older than his age?" Pomona asked.

   "It also depends on who your peers are." Sirius smiled sarcastically.

   Sirius' condition has improved, but it's still bad, he does look a lot more vicissitudes, but even so he looks better than Snape.

  Draco Malfoy is good-looking, has Quidditch talent, and his grades are at the top of his grade. If his personality is not so annoying and bullying, he can actually become a "prince".

   "The Slytherin Seeker is back for Terrence Seggs," Pomona said.

   "Why do you mention this?" Sirius asked curiously.

   "Peer, Malfoy," Pomona said. "Last year he and Harry were both Seekers, both on Nimbus 2000s. They were very... fierce when they competed, and Burgess was much more disciplined."

In other words, Burgess is a gentleman's method of warfare, and the "Beasts" are all in charge of Marcus Flint, who is also "the same age" as Gryffindor's captain Oliver Wood. People are "enemies" both on and off the field.

   "You're a terrible Quidditch announcer," Sirius said.

   "Before Harry entered the school, Slytherin had been winning the House Cup all the time. Maybe that's why Snape took action." Pomona paused deliberately.

   "What's he going to do?" Sirius asked.

   "He trains Quidditch players from other houses, hoping they can beat Gryffindor."

   "You mean Ravenclaw?" Sirius smiled contemptuously.

   "No." Pomona looked at Sirius with a calm smile.

   Sirius was stunned for a long time before looking at Pomona as if he was "awake", and then stood up in surprise.

   "Cedric is about to graduate and I need a new Seeker," Pomona said. "I mentioned it to him by accident, and he volunteered."

   Sirius was rolling on the ground with laughter, and she wanted to kick him.

   "You don't think we can win?" Pomona asked.

   "No...you have a good chance." Sirius said while covering his stomach, "but you have to learn to diet first, otherwise I'm worried that the brooms won't be able to carry those 'athletes'."

   "Wait and see!" she said angrily, putting away the picnic basket.

   "Let's go later, Knox," Sirius said.

   He looked a little pitiful, if she walked away, he would be the only one left in the cave.

   "But I'm afraid people will be suspicious. There's been a lot of activity with Death Eaters and Aurors lately," Pomona said.

   The smile on his face disappeared.

   "Did you find Ron's rat?" Sirius asked.

   "No...why do you have to find that rat?"

   "When you find him, all the puzzles will be solved." Sirius said solemnly, "I'll send you away, Knox."

   Sirius' attitude changed quickly, but it was not incomprehensible.

  Pomona followed him to the entrance of the cave, which made her inexplicably think of the boys in the other courtyard who sent his girlfriend back to the Hufflepuff lounge, except for Ravenclaw.

  You are about to have a 'love brain'!

   she thought desperately, just about to turn her head and wave goodbye to Sirius.

   "Are you married, or who are you dating?" Sirius asked suddenly.

   "No." She said dumbfounded, and only then did she realize that they kept talking about school, as if they were still ungraduated students.

   "Can you dance?" Sirius looked at the fat Pomona.

   "Yes." She said calmly, "Albus taught me."

   "I don't believe it, how about you dance with me?" he asked with a smirk.

   "Dancing with veela will bring misfortune," she said angrily, just about to get away through the crack of the rock.

   "Who was your first love?" Sirius shouted.

  Pomona staggered under his feet, staring at the guy.

   "Are you crazy? Be careful to lure the dementors."

   Sirius smiled and waved goodbye to her.

   "Be careful on the road."

   She looked at Sirius, who was smiling, and her heart was beating wildly, as if she saw the "Prince" that made the girls scream again in her school days.

  What is first love? Does unrequited love count?

   "You're really hopeless." She turned her head, lowered her head and muttered, then continued groping away.

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   A shot rang, and the "Jet Devil" and the Arabian horse controlled by the Mamluk rider started to gallop together, or the rider and the horse were galloping, and the "Jet Devil" was still slowly starting.

   The race attracted a lot of onlookers, and the track was full of people, even though it was winter.

  If spring flowers bloom, there will be more people.

   Like Shelley's poem: Winter is coming, will spring be far behind?

   "Let's go to the finish," Figel said to Georgiana, and the others in the stands were waiting for her to agree to get on their carriages.

   In fact, she didn't care that much about the result of the race, not to mention that the "Jet Devil" might not last until the finish line.

   But she still smiled and followed Figel away. After all, not everyone agrees with "friendship first, competition second".

   (end of this chapter)