Chapter 3030 queen’s pleasure (9)

  If there are people on the railroad who make a living stealing goods from trains, then of course there will be police patrolling the tracks.

  Thick smoke will be formed after the train passes by, and these people walk out of the smoke like ghosts.

   But they are human beings, and perhaps not so long ago were looking for a living job like many of those who stood at the gates of factories, waiting to be selected. After Robert Peel's reforms, the police began to be professionalized and stabilized, and became a stable job with good benefits and allowances, as well as apartments to live in.

   Patrolling along the railway tracks must be very hard work. They are not opposed to accepting hot tea and cakes from enthusiastic citizens. The policemen on duty in the countryside will also receive some small gifts, such as a few eggs.

  So they are "selective" blind to some phenomena.

  Pomona was sitting in the teacher's seat, eating the food on the plate in annoyance. This position always reminded her of the stage. Every time she ate, it was like performing a "performance", but the "audience" under the stage didn't pay attention to them teachers at all.

  In the Muggle world, civil servants and parliamentarians are not a profession, although they work in the same house.

  There are many "sheriffs" in American westerns. They seem to be able to do whatever they want in the small town. The cowboys passing by for various reasons, such as offending the mayor of the town, and then the sheriff is sent to arrest the cowboys, and the two duel on the streets of the town.

  No matter how fast you draw your gun, it's useless if you don't shoot accurately. This kind of magistrate is somewhat similar to the British magistrate, the only difference is that the British magistrate is usually a local squire, and often has the title of knight or baron.

  During the Civil War, because Cromwell implemented the management of a large military region, the generals managed the magistrates, which weakened the power of the magistrates to a certain extent. However, in the later period, the generals became more and more dependent on these magistrates who were familiar with the local conditions. That is to say, even in the civil war, the magistrate system was not greatly affected. It was not until 1835 that local autonomy began to be lost in a real sense.

  The civil service system is that no matter how the ruling party changes, they are still responsible for the basic operation of the government, and the government will not be shut down because of the transfer of personnel after changing the political party.

  The "future" these children worry about is how to find a good job in the Ministry of Magic. However, there is no civil service system in the wizarding world, although some positions require good grades.

  The Ministry of Magic is more like a mixed system... At this time, she felt that someone sat down in the empty seat beside her. She looked over quickly and found that it was Felix.

   "Good evening, Felius." Pomona said with a smile.

  Felix forced a smile, "Good evening, Pomona."

   "What's wrong with you?" Pomona asked. "Looking more 'blue' than usual."

  The Dean of Ravenclaw smiled happily, and then restrained his smile.

   "I was invited to the funeral."

   "That's unfortunate, who died?" asked Pomona.

   "My former student, she married the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler," said Fei Liwei.

  Pomona thought for a moment.

   "You mean Xenophilius Lovegood's wife?"

  Feliwei nodded heavily, and took a sip of the soup with a spoon.

   "How did she die?" Pomona asked.

   "I was doing a spell experiment at home, and it was even more unfortunate that her daughter saw that scene." Fei Liwei said.

   "She has a daughter? How old is her daughter?" Pomona asked.

   "5 or 6 years old."

   "Poor thing, do you want me to go with you?" asked Pomona.

   "You hardly know her, no need." Fei Liwei said heavily, and began to concentrate on eating food.

  Pomona was just being polite when she said that, she really didn't know the Lovegoods well.

   I just still feel that the little girl is very pitiful. Not only did she lose her mother at such a young age, but she also saw that scene.

  But she still felt that she could provide flowers, and Fei Liwei didn't have to go to the funeral empty-handed.

   After the appetizing dinner was over, Pomona left the table with two loaves of bread.

   It's not surprising that Snape didn't come to dinner. He often forgot to eat because of his experiments, but today may be due to other reasons.

   Don't eat when you are angry, what a "mature" way of getting angry.

  But she didn't find the old bat in the potions classroom. She glanced at the entrance of the Slytherin lounge hidden in the darkness not far away, and wisely chose to turn around and leave.

  Sometimes she wished she could put a bell around his neck so he would know where he was going.

   But this idea only stayed in her brain for 3 seconds. He is a completely free person, so why should she put "shackles" on him?

  She searched for several places in the castle where he would often go, but found no one. She couldn't help worrying that he was no longer in school.

  He is a person with full capacity to act, and he is quite powerful. As long as he is not drunk, no one dares to mess with him.

  She comforted herself so much, she turned her head and wanted to go back to the office, but after a second thought, she walked towards the greenhouse.

  Xenophilius Lovegood's wife seems to be called Pandora. As for their daughter Pomona, I really don't have any impression at all, and she didn't come to school. And Pandora is the student who came to class leisurely when she was late. She also suggested that Pomona should not arrange the class location in the greenhouse. Anyway, during the exam, all the students will see are pictures. They just need to let students take pictures of plants in ordinary classrooms, and they don’t need to look at the real objects.

  She rarely does things that can be solved with magic spells. She even uses the tea-making spell to make tea, but she is really good at learning spells. Xenophilius had been promoting "quibblers" in school, and the two Ravenclaws looked so "right" together that they even invented a dance of their own, though others would jokingly say that they were waving their hands to drive away "harassers" when they saw them dancing.

  She didn't expect Pandora to die at such a young age... When she walked to the greenhouse, she saw Hagrid's hut. The sun sets late in summer, and the outline of the house can be seen, but the house has already been lit, and it looks very warm.

  So she walked towards the cabin.

  There was chaos everywhere that night, and to cover Hagrid for him to send Harry to Petunia's house on Privet Drive, many volunteered to act as bait, and Pomona remembered that the sky was filled with flashes of spells gliding across the night sky, looking like fireworks and shooting stars.

  At that time, she was only thinking about running, and she couldn't think about other things at all. Until she landed in the courtyard of Hogwarts on a Thestral, she knew she was safe when she saw Felix. He must have turned on Hogwarts' defensive magic, the Death Eaters couldn't get in.

  I wish he was taller so she could lean into his arms, but the dueling champion was a half-elf.

  She suddenly discovered that Albus seemed to have a soft spot for "half-blood", whether it was a half-blood giant, a half-blood elf or a half-blood wizard, Remus was also a "half-blood" before he became a werewolf.

   "Maybe he will appoint a half-blood centaur and a half-blood mermaid someday." Pomona said with a smile, but it's a pity that she has no one else around, who won't echo her "joke".

  If Sirius and James heard what she just said, what would they say?

  She stopped, closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of the night wind blowing through the forest.

  Instead of a calm, wave-like melody, she felt an annoying rhythm, as if a bug was wreaking havoc.

  This weird vibe like she knows the plants are thirsty and need more food, and now they want her to drive that thing away.

  Following that inexplicable induction, she moved forward in the dark forest, and soon found the "culprit". Snape was standing with his wand in his hand, surrounded by the plants and rocks he had destroyed.

  By the time she was about to discern what magic he had used, his wand was already pointing at her.

  She could still hear the chirping of the insect in the forest, and it kept doing that for a while, long enough that she wondered if his hand would feel sore from holding his wand like this.

   "You did all of this?" Pomona asked, glancing around.

  He looked **** off.

  In the works of William Blake, God pointed to two monsters to Job, they are Leviathan representing jealousy and Behemoth representing anger, both of which are the unredeemed parts of the human soul.

  Since ancient times, people have felt that jealousy needs to be eliminated. Most people’s parents, teachers, and elders are telling us that we should not be jealous of others, and of course anger.

   "What do you want to say?" He said coldly.

   "I don't know what to say," Pomona said. "I should be lecturing at this point."

   "Why not?" he continued with a haughty air.

   "Let's talk about 'innocent,'" Pomona said solemnly. "Even a guilty person will appear innocent if he is punished more than he deserves."

  He didn't speak.

   "Godrick's Hollow is far away from the city, and Muggle education has not yet been popularized there." She couldn't help feeling sad, "Ignorance is a sin, but ignorant people are also happy. Can this deduce that happiness is a sin?"

   "How can happiness be a sin?" He put down his wand, frowning "What are you thinking?"

   "Do you think I'm crazy or stupid?" she said with a wry smile.

   "You 'saints' always feel so guilty." He sighed helplessly, "Isn't it good to live as you please?"

   "You're a 'sinner', you haven't learned your lesson at all, and you are so righteous when you do something wrong." She said.

   "What did I do wrong?" He asked confidently as expected.

  Pomona shook his head, too lazy to continue arguing with him.

   "What are you carrying?" he asked.

  Pomona took out the two loaves and threw them to him.

   "A dog's nose, you can smell it from so far away." She complained.

   "I'm hungry." He said nonchalantly, took the bread and gnawed on it.

  Seeing how well he ate, Pomona also felt hungry, and she rummaged in her pockets.

   "Other women put cosmetics in their bags, but yours only contains food." He said while chewing bread.

   She gritted her teeth for a long time, and decided not to argue with him.

  At this time, she dug out a box of bear biscuits, sat down on a slightly flat place, and chewed silently.

  He quickly settled the two breads, then came to sit on the rock where she was sitting, and reached for the biscuit in her hand.

  She didn't refuse, although the small box of biscuits quickly bottomed out because two adults shared it.

   "Is there anything else?" He asked with cookie crumbs on the corner of his mouth.

  She continued to rummage in her pockets, and then he smiled inexplicably.

   "What's so funny?" she said angrily.

  He remains mysterious and silent, and would not look so funny if he didn't have cookie crumbs on his face.

   So she laughed too, and he didn't ask why she was laughing.

  (end of this chapter)