Chapter 3158 manoramonster (Part 2)

 There was a noise downstairs.

Pomona didn’t live here before, but now I understand why Mrs. Hall doesn’t like the Sicilian restaurant downstairs.

Every morning the restaurant has to go into the business office to need ingredients. Almost all of the boss’s suppliers are Italians. They are “enthusiastic and cheerful” and speak loudly.

Of course, there are also people who like the excitement and think it is more lifelike.

In short, she closed the window, and the room suddenly became so quiet that she could hear the sound of rushing water.

Severus was taking a shower. Damn it, why didn't he come back after washing himself at Spider's End? He doesn't live here anyway.

 Then she reopened the window that she had just closed. She took a deep breath of the fresh air blown by the wind and felt much cooler.

Then she turned on the magic fan, which was driven by magic. Although there were magic spells that could achieve the same effect, she quite liked the feeling of sitting on a wicker chair, blowing on the fan and drinking an ice drink.

 Some people say you should enjoy your vacation. Isn’t that what summer vacation is like?

While looking at the menu, she was thinking about how to get a radio. After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

She pretended that nothing happened and stared at the menu, but her ears clearly caught the sound of the door opening and footsteps.

 A huge heat source appears at the other end of the living room.

 “How about we go out to eat today?”

 “Where?” Pomona said without looking up.

“Victoria Park, there is something that needs investigation,” Snape said.

 “Victoria Park? What’s going on there? Oh, Merlin!”

 Pomona quickly covered her eyes.

"There are werewolves there," Snape said in his usual tone. "Bring a picnic."

She didn't even bother to investigate why the werewolf brought a picnic because he didn't have a shirt on.

Pomona put her hand down when she felt he was gone. There were a series of wet footprints on the floor.

  She felt that she needed to buy a pair of slippers, and then she quickly "cleared" the scene she had just seen from her mind.

 He has gained a lot of weight and is no longer the wizened look he had in adolescence.

 Then she didn’t know why, but soap bubbles appeared in her mind...

“Stop!” she warned herself, and went to the kitchen impatiently, took out the bread, and “dismembered” it.

“Is anyone hurt?” Pomona asked calmly. She hoped there would be no medical examiner in the park.

"No, only witnesses." Severus' voice came from the next room.

 “Could the werewolf have escaped early?” Pomona asked while making a sandwich.

“It’s hard to say, that’s a ‘little werewolf’, and his area of ​​activity is not that wide.”

Pomona took out the tomatoes from the paper bag. When he cut them with a knife, the red juice flowed out.

“If we find him, will we bring him back to school?” Pomona asked.

 “You mean like Lupine?” Severus asked.

 Pomona gave up on the idea.

This little werewolf probably won't be as lucky as Remus to meet James, Sirius, and Peter Pedro who can accept him. Even if the other roommates can accept him, they may not transform into Animagus. He transformed through the full moon.

Because it is close to the park, it is now considered a "middle-class" community, although it was also a famous slum in the 19th century. Before the parliament passed a bill to transform the park, 400,000 people lived around it.

It was once called Fish Island. In Jane Austen's novels, there were many washerwomen there. Highway robberies often occurred there. It was a place with poor security in the suburbs of London.

Now it is home to business managers, government employees, or at least people with regular jobs. The current Prime Minister likes the quality of the people and the living environment here.

By the time Pomona was ready for the picnic, Snape was already dressed and reading the newspaper. He looked at least clean and respectable, although he was not good-looking and had extremely poor dressing taste, always wearing black.

 “Are you ready?” he said naturally, putting down the newspaper.

She really wanted to tell him that he should get dressed after taking a shower next time, or that he should take a shower at home and then come to the "office".

 “Okay.” She said expressionlessly.

As the academy handbook says, if you're really upset, keep a straight face.

He didn't seem to see this, he came over, grabbed her hand and apparated away.

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 The “priestess” on the altar is not Mary.

 After taking off the cloak, the girl was at most 20 years old. The freckles on her face made her look more immature. She looked at Georgiana with fear.

In the past, if a student from the Muggle world appeared in the Book of Acceptance, a professor would come to explain. However, since the emergence of Voldemort, this rule has been abolished.

 At the sorting ceremony, Minerva would occasionally read names that no one agreed to, and one year it even reached a third of the names.

 This situation has only improved for young wizards born after 1981, but it reappeared after Voldemort appeared for the second time and allowed werewolves to continue to serve.

 “Devil!” the girl finally plucked up the courage and spat at Georgiana.

Saul stepped in front of her and knocked the girl to the ground.

Her companions were silent, dirty against the snow, except for their eyes.

 “Where is the bird?” asked Georgiana.

"Flyed away, they let it pass the news." Thor said through gritted teeth.

 “Your death is coming soon.” The girl said with hatred.

 The "town" is just a place for missionaries, they don't live here.

 Fortunately so.

 Georgiana raised her head, and dozens of black shadows flew over.

 “Our people are coming,” Saul said.    She could not tell how she felt.

In order to catch these people, Saul did not pay attention to those who participated in the ceremony, causing them to disperse and flee. They would definitely tell others everything that happened during the ceremony.

Including Sir Bacon, everyone believed that witches were intent on harming people. He believed that believing in God in the wrong way was worse than not believing in it. Atheism would lead people to reason.

These people are not like Batman, they will definitely put all the blame on her head.

 Every woman wants to be surrounded by love. She doesn’t want to be the “strong one” or the leader, standing up for others.

Lily is not like this. She will protect Severus regardless of everything around her, even if she has to face James Potter, who is in the same school.

 The wizards rode their brooms and landed on the snow. They all looked at her, as if waiting for her to say something.

 She could actually say nothing and just give the order to set off, and someone would take care of these purgers.

But she thought of Marie Antoinette, who said nothing when she could have said something.

These wizards were former nobles, or at least regular visitors to Versailles, and they also considered Napoleon their king.

  She once thought that by preventing chaos from happening, without chaos, by maintaining peace and order, nothing "bad" would happen.

But she was wrong...

 Her soul is just staying here and will leave one day.

 She wanted to leave something behind before leaving, rather than a note about her "visit here".

 “What is the most useful weapon in your hands during the battle?” said Georgiana.

 “The wand,” said Rabastan Lestrange.

 “Is your wand as powerful as the Elder Wand?” asked Georgiana.

 “Of course not,” said Lestrange.

"A great man said that there are two forces in the world, the sword and the mind. In the long run, the sword will always be defeated by the mind." Georgiana looked at everyone, "The victory in the war is just the beginning of a more difficult task."

"What to do with them?" someone in the crowd said, and everyone looked at the prisoners.

"Stop talking nonsense." The girl smiled provocatively, "Kill if you want..."

　　"Is it convenient for you to become famous? Don't be ridiculous." Georgiana smiled sarcastically. "I know a boy who is mediocre in person, but he became famous because of a strong man's mistake."

 “Then what do you want?” The girl looked fierce.

"This is what I said, a more difficult task." Georgiana pointed at the girl, "How do you make her change?"

 “Just kill her.” Someone said weakly.

“There will be people who want to avenge her, and those who are eager for revenge can defeat death and fear.” Georgiana said.

“You’re not doing that to boost morale,” Rabastan said.

“The pain caused by death is much less than the pain of living. Torture can make people surrender...” Georgiana said.

 “No!” The girl looked frightened.

"Don't worry, I don't want to use torture. I personally have no interest in killing and torturing people for fun." Georgiana thought of an idea, "We set up a contract and how to treat the prisoners on both sides."

 The captives looked at her in surprise.

“The methods of purging people in the New World in the past are not allowed to continue here. This is a civilized world, and we will use wisdom, fairness and justice to create a new order.” Georgiana said.

 “You have forgotten that there is reason,” cried Rabastan.

"We are wizards, and emotions will affect the power of magic." Georgiana said coldly, "How about it, are you willing?"

 The prisoners looked at her in surprise.

Actually, Georgiana wasn't sure. A normal person would walk if they saw a way to survive.

 She looked at Rosier.

 He was watching the fun, but when she saw him, he suddenly became nervous.

 She cast "Close Earplugs to Listen".

 “Have they drunk anything?” asked Georgiana.

Rosier shook his head quickly.

 Then she broke the spell.

"If you agree, one of you will serve as a messenger, if your people feel unwilling to comply..." said Georgiana.

 “How could their countrymen abandon them?” Rabastan asked loudly.

 “Who knows, we will not abandon our own people.” Someone in the crowd said.

 The strange thing is that the prisoner did not retort, and there was a hesitant expression on his face.

 “Find a place to lock them up,” said Georgiana.

“We don’t carry out sneak attacks, now do we regret buying time to let a bird escape?” Saul laughed.

 The prisoners looked at him angrily.

Saul smiled nonchalantly, looking proud of himself.

“Let’s go somewhere far away from civilians.” Georgiana said, taking a broomstick and flying into the sky.

 The others got back on their brooms and followed her away.

Perhaps someone saw this scene in the Mirror of Erised, but it was not what she wanted.

 The cold winter wind blows on the face, and it hurts like a knife.

 She really hoped this was all a dream.

 As long as it is a dream.

 (End of this chapter)