Chapter 353 riddikulus

  Broken Cauldron Bar is located between a large Muggle bookstore and a record store. Most wizards pass by these two stores. Few wizards have thought of visiting a Muggle bookstore.

  As a senior "bookworm", the two of them ran to the bookstore for a date after meeting in Hyde Park.

  If Lucius Malfoy saw him, he would sway him platinum gold to the end, and then slowly said "too sad", the place where the peacocks were dating would not be so "common people".

  As for the red-haired Weasley, they don't really like reading books. Passy is a special case. The twins prefer to be naughty, as if they would not give up without torturing Filch crazy.

   "Why are we here?" Pomona said dullly. She was ready to be "naughty", but the person who received the invitation did not cooperate.

"Tomorrow we are going to a banquet. I don't want others to think of me as a mere person." Severus wore a black Muggle trench coat with a silver-gray woolen sweater inside. It really looked like a Muggle University. The professor.

  Now they are shopping about ancient Chinese history, and there are a lot of books about the Sino-English Exchange Year.

  She hesitated and struggled between reading and harassment, and finally chose to read with his arm.

  "Why don't you wear Slytherin's green scarf!" The fool Hefpaff adjusted the earthy yellow scarf around his neck. "Don't you think your neck is cold?"

   "You have graduated and you are still the dean, why do you still wear it?" The old Slytherin Bat stared at the book, not looking at the sweet dean whose IQ was rapidly declining.

   "Did you wear the sweater I knit for you?" She still remembered the reindeer sweater, it was ruthlessly hidden.

   "I don't know why you and Molly like knitting so much." He put down the book, and said, holding back his anger, "Don't follow her."

   "Neville likes the sweater I knit." She smiled triumphantly and said, "He wears it today."

  He showed a disgusting expression as if he had eaten a fly, and then put his gaze on the book.

  Pomona took a look at the title of the book. It was about the Hundred Years' War between the Tang Dynasty and Turks. She knew it was boring at first glance. It happened that there was a signing meeting downstairs, so Pomona focused her attention there.

"Tree rings are the best indicator of past climate change. According to the temperature and precipitation in different years, the growth rings of trees are different. They are wide and narrow. Wide rings represent good growth conditions in that year. However, The more informative thing is that the narrow growth rings, especially the extremely narrow growth rings, show that the trees did not grow well in the summer when they should have grown luxuriantly. We found a sample of oak in a peat swamp in Ireland. Its history It can be traced back to the sixth century AD. Microscopic observations show that the annual rings are clear from 532 to 536 AD. However, in the 540 years of the park, only a very narrow tube grew in the spring, and the following seven-year sample annual rings There is no sign of summer growth. The narrow growth rings in this sample confirm that an ecological disaster occurred in the sixth century, and it is the tree rings all over the world that tell the same story. Since 536 AD, the global climate has changed suddenly. It is so cold that the trees almost stop growing. Heat is the engine that drives the global weather. Without heat, sea water will reduce evaporation and precipitation on the ground will also be reduced. The normal operating mode of weather will be broken, and plants will suffer from water shortages. And withered, as the crops failed to harvest, famine began to break out. We believe that the decline of the Eastern Roman Empire was related to that natural disaster..."

"Interesting, this book also says that the demise of Turks is related to the weather." Severus also heard the speech downstairs and took his book to Pomona. "Starting in 627 AD, three consecutive years. In winter, there will be blizzards in the East Turks, cattle and sheep were frozen to death, so they went south to rob Tang Empire.

   "Oh, my goodness." Pomona exclaimed.

   "War, cold, famine, how Muggles survived." Severus smiled sarcastically, put the book under his arm, and started looking for new books on the shelf.

  Can weather destroy civilization? Pomona looked at the indifferent Muggles in the bookstore. The issue of abnormal climate has been talked about for many years. No one really paid attention to it. The Indonesian tsunami did not affect the lives of most ordinary people. The reports of a few days made people feel dull.

  When I see too many deaths, I feel numb. Just look at the doctors in the hospital and you will know that the vast majority of ordinary people rarely experience death, so they cannot be indifferent.

  Harry only saw Ye Qi after the fourth grade, when the fifth grade started, which means that the memory of witnessing Voldemort killing his mother did not cast a shadow on him.

  Cedric Diggory, a fair and just young knight, it is a pity that he died.

   "Neville contacted you?" She leaned on his shoulder and whispered.

   "No, what can he tell me?"

   "I want to turn the three-legged stool into a four-legged stool again. The path in the forbidden forest is not the dividing line between Slytherin and the other three houses."

   "Very good wish, but it is impossible to achieve." Severus sighed, "Don't be impatient, come the same."

  "I ran into a werewolf in Hogsmeade..."

   "Is it alone?"

   "No, an Auror will follow."

   "Then everything is as usual, don't worry about it." He kissed her on the forehead, "Go play by yourself, don't disturb me reading."

  Pomona glared at the nasty **** who thought of her as a child.

  "Why would I marry you?" She gritted her teeth and complained.

   "Well~Look at the two of us, just like the old couple." He squinted his eyes and curled up the dimples at the corners of his mouth.

   "We have only been married for two days." She was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to let it go.

  "Normal people should be on their honeymoon at this time, but we are working. Do you know what is the most tiring thing about being a dean?"

   "There is no personal time at all." Pomona felt extremely miserable when she thought of the past. "And those roaring letters."

  "Why do you want to reply?" The old bat was surprised by disagreement.

   "That's because the three of you didn't reply, and the parents didn't know what was going on in the school." She said tearfully.

  "They will write letters to their children, and they may know more than you. You are totally unnecessary."

Pomona remembered the summer vacation that the two of them were forced to spend together at school after Lupin’s identity as a werewolf was exposed. They were preparing for the Triwizard Tournament. The mermaid’s song on the shore sounded very harsh, almost like a female ghost. Screaming is as bad as it sounds.

  The current Professor of Potions looks as delicious as the young man in a white shirt at the time.

   "Do you remember the Justinian plague that Professor Bins said? It seems to have erupted during that time."

   "It sounds like the end of the world, are you scared? My wife." He smiled while holding her waist.

"We can find an uninhabited island like Zygmuntbach. Anyway, I don't have to worry about not having enough to eat." Pomona looked at his dark eyes. It was not clear and charming at all, but it was straight to her. At the bottom of my heart, "You can concentrate on studying the potion like Buggy, and leave the book for future generations."

  "How about your research?"

   "I just hope you can live." As she said, tears began to fall. "I'm sorry for misunderstanding you."

   "I know you will regret it." He said cruelly, "Neither you nor Minerva believe me, only Aberforth believes, because he knows his brother too well."

   Pomona felt like a knife had been pierced into her heart.

"When I flew away from school, I just wanted to breathe some fresh air at first, and then I wanted to figure out what he did when he left school, Pomona, you think you really understand Albus Dumbledore. person?"

  Although his anger has subsided a lot, Pomona still feels the killing intent.

"Arianna was hurt by three Muggles. His father was imprisoned in Azkaban to teach the three Muggle kids. He should take care of his family like a big brother instead of traveling with friends. In the world, he never worry about his family, he always hides in his house and reads when he returns home, let his Muggle mother take care of the daughter of the magic riot, and wait for her mother to die before he ends his travels around the world. He stayed to take on the role of a big brother, but he didn’t do this job for long, and within a few weeks, Grindelwald appeared. It is really a shame to allow such a talented person to take care of his crazy sister at home every day. Albus did a great job. Career, but ignored a little girl, he kept saying that his most concerned sister, he can give Arianna the best everything, but apart from time, even if it gives her a second, Albus feels it is unnecessary." He kept her messy hair behind his ears. "After you have Harry, do you think he starts to ignore you? He is such a person. I hate his smart speeches. I don't want you to take his After learning it, love doesn’t have to be spoken, it can also be expressed in another way. I told Aberforth about Albus’s plan, but his reputation was completely ruined for the sake of a **** in 1982. The goat, rumors and newspapers covered all over. No one would believe what he said. Do you want to know who did it?"

   "Stop talking." Pomona covered her ears and shook her head.

"No, you misunderstood, it's not Albus's evil, it's another person." Severus smiled and said, "Milison Barnold, she said the famous saying, "I defend our inalienable The power to celebrate', the Death Eaters after the First World War would say that she was'celebrating' every time they rioted. To defend herself, she planned to use Albus to divert the public's attention. Unfortunately, Albus was flawless, so she As for Albus’s younger brother Aberforth, those ordinary people can only say what others say, just like Sirius Black escaped from prison, and finally it became like he was going to kill Harry Potter. Most people didn’t know. What you’re doing, you can’t control your tongue. If you care too much about other people’s opinions, you will end up with the White Wizard one day. Do you know why Furong is so happy? Because she ignores those jealous of her eyes, and She doesn't think it is sad for a beautiful woman like her to be a housewife. She is living a life that she feels happy, not a happy life in the eyes of others."

   "You talk a lot to me now, Severus, are you beginning to bewitch people too?"

"I used to want revenge, Pomona, because you hurt me. Later I found out that I love you more. I want to live and not die." He sighed. "But it seemed a bit late at that time. Nagini bit me, and a lot of blood came out. I couldn't stop it. I was scared, senior sister."

   "Why are you so stupid, punish me in this way?"

"What do you think the end of the world is like? Do you think there is only panic?" He tilted his head and said with a smile. "There is also regret, why don't you wake up early. Some tragedies can be avoided. Just prepare in advance. Natural and man-made disasters." It's like an exam. Those who are well prepared can continue to survive, and those who are not well prepared will be eliminated. You have never prepared that one day I will die, right? Because I am younger than you, I am childish than you, right ?"

  But what is the difference between your approach and the teenager's suicide to punish his parents?

   "Why do you always hurt the one who loves you, Severus?" she asked puzzledly, whether it was Irene or Lily.

"Because I'm a mortal, Pomona, I thought an apology was always useful, and I would be forgiven." He said expressionlessly, tears falling silently down his cheeks. "But some mistakes can't be made once, can they? "

  She opened her arms and gave him a hug.

  Is Severus Snape a saint or a villain?

  Leave it to posterity to comment, this is the meaning of history, isn’t it?

  (End of this chapter)