Chapter 638 Oak Tree Sage

  Oliver Wood is a Quidditch-blooded teenager. Even in windy and rainy weather, he still has to take the players to practice.

  Every time Harry finishes practicing, he always gets wet and muddy. Pomona can’t figure out why the silly girls find him so attractive.

Slytherin’s training is completely closed. Fred and George have liked to spy on intelligence since they were students. Pomona has no interest in Quidditch, but Hefpaff’s Quidditch players like to be Talk to her face.

  In order to be a seeker in the second grade, Draco asked Lucius to exchange broomsticks for all Slytherins. Although the speed has increased, Slytherin has not adapted to it and cannot use formation and tactics. Marcus Flint is such a person. As for Severus, at that time he had to investigate the weird attack that occurred in the school. Incidents, but also to attend classes and deal with Lockhart’s endless harassment. Also, the Quidditch team that trained Hefpaff, the old fool made it clear that Gryffindor was biased, suppressed Slytherin, and continued to train them. It was completely unnecessary. Hefpaff's performance suddenly went from bottom to being able to compete with Gryffindor for the championship.

  It’s hard enough to understand that 22 men chasing and kicking a ball. If you don’t need to be a referee, Pomona doesn’t want to understand the Quidditch rules of so many wizards chasing gold thief on broomsticks.

  Draco almost fell to death from the broom during the Quidditch match that year. Harry’s arm was not so badly injured, but Lockhart’s sack of bones lost his bones...

  The old bat has a chance to retaliate. His special bone-forming water tastes extremely awful and has a better effect than ordinary bone-forming water. People in their thirties are already in their thirties. How can the way of revenge be so naive.

  Harry Potter’s fantasy journey began in the Broken Cauldron Bar, where he entered the magical world for the first time, from a weird Muggle kid to a great savior.

   is also here, he met Quirrell, a double-faced man.

Compared with Straw Lockhart, Quirrell taught the students something useful. For example, the wounds caused by werewolves can be "closed" with white moss and silver powder, but Pomona believes that the children mostly forgot, otherwise, when When Severus needed to stop the bleeding from the wound, they did nothing.

  They didn’t learn anything really useful in school, and spent seven years playing around.

  Now, these children have also become teachers, Harry has become a substitute teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Neville has become a herbal medicine professor, and Pomona somehow feels that the future of wizards is very gloomy.

   "You said someone is going to attack Derwent? Where did you get the news?" George stuck in his waist and asked Neville aggressively.

   "It's possible... Anyway, there are a lot of weird people gathering in Derwent Village. We must leave right away." Neville's face was serious, and it didn't look like he was joking.

  Pomona looked at Hannah. She quietly packed the wine cabinet. Luna and Rolf looked at Neville. They did not support or oppose Neville’s information, and had reservations.

   "At least you should tell me where your information comes from?" George asked again.

   "I can't tell you." Neville said, "The informant said he wanted to keep it secret."

   "How can we believe you when you say that!" George shook his head impatiently. "Don't you know how critical the situation in London is now? You let us leave London now?"

   "Derwent Village is in Devon, right?" Pomona said suddenly.

  Everyone immediately turned their eyes to her.

   "I remember Nick Lemay seemed to live in seclusion there."

"what?"

  Everyone, including Hannah who was packing the wine cabinet, screamed in unison.

Now that there are no outsiders in the cauldron bar, Pomona can speak so loudly. She took a sip of Long Island iced tea with a straw and said slowly, "Nick’s cemetery was stolen in the 14th century. Maybe it’s to look for it again. The tomb of the clues of the Philosopher’s Stone is here."

   "So, Nick Lemay is really dead?" Hannah asked, "Isn't it suspended?"

   "The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

   "That's not necessarily." George said rudely, "I saw your husband enter Gringotts with Lucius Malfoy today."

   "Why is he going to Gringotts?"

   "How do I know this! Shouldn't I ask you?"

  Pomona looked at George in front of her, and she finally understood why Angelina was leaving him.

   "You don't think the Sorcerer's Stone is still in Gringotts, do you?" Pomona sarcastically said, "Don't forget that Bill is also working in Gringotts."

   "Only you know if the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed. We were still children at that time." George said impatiently.

  The Philosopher’s Stone is different from the Resurrection Stone. It can’t bring people back to life. Pomona hopes that George is not crazy enough to call Fred back from the underworld.

  But in front of so many people, Pomona said nothing, because only Albus and Nick knew whether the Philosopher’s Stone was destroyed in the end.

   People living in seclusion do not want to be disturbed. After the Philosopher’s Stone was destroyed in 1992, everyone regarded that year as Nick’s death.

  The Philosopher’s Stone is like a tonic. Drink it once regularly. Drinking it once can prolong life for several years. Pomona doesn’t know how many years have passed since Nick drank the panacea last time. Maybe he is still alive.

  In this way, those who go to Derwent Village have enough reasons to look for and kidnap him.

  "Should we notify the people of the Order of the Phoenix?" Luna asked, "I think it seems a bit urgent."

   "They have other things to deal with." Pomona rubbed her nose with exhaustion. "Let's find out what happened first."

   "Don't notify your husband?" George said with a sneer.

  Pomona doesn’t want to pay attention to him. George is not at all like the naughty but sensible and cute kid king before.

  "Should we notify Harry?" Neville asked.

   "He and Ron are still investigating the Horcrux. Don't disturb him." Pomona looked at Neville.

  Harry was regarded as the heir of Slytherin in the second grade. Is it possible that Neville Longbottom was also the heir of Helga Hef Puff? After all, she, like Harry, was almost assigned to an academy outside of Gryffindor.

  Ravenclaw’s descendants must have been cut off. As for Goldrick Gryffindor, no one has claimed to be the descendant of the founder of the school like the Gunter family and the Smith family for so many centuries.

  Gaunt’s family is real. The Basilisk of Salazar Slytherin is the evidence. It only listens to the orders of Tom Riddle. So what can prove the true identity of the descendants of Helga Hef Puff?

The golden cup has been ruined. The golden plate is in the Hogwarts kitchen. After a lot of copying, it is no longer clear which is the real one. In the vault of the Gringotts Strange home, Bella cast a copying spell on the item , So the real Horcrux will be mixed with a bunch of fake gold cups, and it is impossible to distinguish which is real and which is fake.

  The Dark Lord wants her to follow him to learn black magic, she does not reject black magic, and does not mind to learn it. But, as Helena said, Tom Riddle is charming, Sirius is handsome, he is like a dazzling star, and Tom Riddle’s beauty is a **** evil, a woman thinks It is not easy to "defend" a charming man.

  The others began to discuss in a low voice. Neville walked over at this moment. He sat awkwardly across from her, lowered his head, and pressed his hands on the hem of his sweater, looking like he did something wrong in school.

   "What's wrong with you?" Pomona asked.

   "Thank you, professor, you just helped me." Neville said in a voice that only two people could hear.

   "I'm not helping you, I'm sure Nick Lemae is in Devonshire." Pomona poured him a glass of wine, "Drink it, it will keep you warm."

  Neville picked up the wine glass, closed his eyes and drank it in one sip.

  "Want to have more?" Pomona asked.

   "We will act later."

  "The sober medicine for you contains the horn powder of the horned animal."

   "One more cup, thank you." Neville immediately pushed the cup in front of Pomona.

   "Where did you hear the news?" Pomona asked while pouring her wine.

Neville looked back at the other people, and then whispered, "You know, I can hear plants talking. Today I was in the greenhouse and heard poisonous tentacles telling me that Derwent's oaks wanted it to bring something. Someone might destroy the reservoir."

   "What?" Pomona exclaimed.

   "I know it's hard to imagine." Neville couldn't speak halfway through nervously, picking up his glass and drank again.

   "You kids in this class, how do we have to worry about graduation." Pomona said with great pain, no wonder the old bat is so annoying to see Harry Potter.

  From the age of eleven to forty-nine, her wish to have a quiet relationship in love has never been fulfilled, and making birthday wishes is simply a lie.

   "I'm sorry, Professor." Neville said guiltily, "But I do need help."

   "It's okay." Pomona quickly forgave him. "But I'm going to tell Severus the news, do you have an opinion?"

  Neville thought for a while, and shook his head.

   "I have no opinion, just tell him if you want to tell him."

  (End of this chapter)