Chapter 1050 The Birds of Paradise

After entering the magic circle, the sculptures in the maze changed from humans to birds, and not all of them were made of stone, but bronze and crystal.

"The broomsticks made by humans can't fly, but animals can." Voldemort said, "Without the magic spell that opens the entrance, the defense of the entire maze will not be activated, but the innermost entrance cannot be opened either."

Severus seemed obsessed with the maze, he kept staring at it.

"Then what are the puzzles on the next three floors?" Pomona asked.

"The sculptures on the fifth and sixth floors are crows and swans, so, Corvus and Cygnus?" Severus asked.

"Is it that simple?" She asked in disbelief.

Severus didn't speak.

"It's easier than studying how to synthesize sun gold." Voldemort said lazily, "And you forgot, if you have a son, it will be called Cygnus."

As far as a mixed-race Veela is concerned, the chance of giving birth to a boy is lower than that of a rooster. Anyway, so far, Pomona has not heard of a male mixed-race Veela.

"Are you thinking of Lily?" She was afraid of misunderstanding, so she added, "Our Lily."

"I'm thinking about the Corvus story," Severus said dryly. "That lying crow really deserves to die."

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Corvus is one of the 48 constellations defined by Ptolemy. Apollo married the beautiful queen Crunis of the Kingdom of Dissharia as his wife, but he has four roles in one person. He is the god of the sun, the god of music, The god of prophecy is also the god of medicine; therefore, he is very busy and has no time to accompany his beloved wife.

Therefore, when Apollo couldn't stay by Crunice's side, he gave a silver-feathered, human-speaking crow a mission to communicate the status of Crunice to Apollo every day.

Once the crow was late because of laziness, which made Apollo, who wanted to know the condition of Crunice early, feel impetuous and angry. In order to make an excuse, the crow told a lie that it was late because Krunis was having a tryst and was wondering whether it should report it or not.

Apollo, who was in a rage, rushed to Kurunis immediately. When he found a suspicious figure, he immediately shot the arrow out. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Kurunis. Knowing the truth, Apollo angrily took away the crow's ability to speak, and turned its silver feathers into jet black, and then set it on the dark sky.

Of course, the appearance of a black crow cannot be seen in the dark night sky, and the stars that form Corvus are the silver nails that hold the crow to the sky.

"What wicked interest is this?" said Pomona bitterly.

"Do you recognize the bird on the fourth floor?" Severus asked, pointing to a small sculpture in the maze.

"I have no idea."

As soon as she finished speaking, Severus put his hand on a copper ink bottle containing ink on the desk, turning it into a sculpture-like shape, and threw it to Pomona.

"Ask an expert in this field, you know more than I do."

"But then we're going back to England!" she said dryly.

Voldemort let out a sneer.

"The servant who is full of lies is really apt, maybe I should find some nails and nail you to something."

Pomona was too scared to move.

"What did he say?" Severus asked.

"He said, he was looking for a nail and made you like that crow..." Pomona trembled.

"You've already killed me once, Dark Lord, to gain access to the Elder Wand." Severus stared at her, exuding an invisible menace, as if throwing her at someone else "You made a mistake in your own judgment."

"Don't mess with him!" Pomona begged.

"I thought you'd say something else," said Voldemort, "like asking me to forgive Kricht the way Harry Potter did, an unfaithful servant who indirectly killed his master."

"What did he say?" Severus asked after a moment.

"Klitsch only recognizes Regulus as his master." Pomona said, "Siris..."

"Betrayed the family, abandoned the right of inheritance, but he still has the right to inherit the property, because he is the last male heir of the Black family." Voldemort interrupted her "What a stupid woman, you want to give birth to the Black family for him offspring."

"I……"

"I told him," said Voldemort, "you're lucky he didn't strangle you."

"How did you... oh, you control my body while I'm asleep!" she yelled frantically.

"What did he tell you?" Severus asked blankly.

"Can't you show up like that diary?" Pomona asked.

"No," said Voldemort, "do you want to stink like Quirrell, or sleep like Ginny?"

She lay down on the table and sobbed.

Severus didn't comfort her, he was still playing with the strange bird sculpture.

"It's different this time." Severus said after a while, "Know the material first, and then guess the constellation."

"Why do you have to guess the constellation?" She asked, sobbing.

"Mungnes Sessius Hagrid has an offspring," said Severus. "I don't think he's going to have a giantess to have a baby."

"You mean... his wife designed it?" Pomona muttered as she looked at the maze.

She couldn't imagine what kind of woman would fall in love with that madman who synthesized a hybrid monster of a five-legged monster and a sac leopard.

"Salazar Slytherin's mother died protecting him," said Voldemort, "and you all forget that Hogwarts Castle is mine."

"After her death, he fell into darkness." Severus smiled strangely. "The guardian of King's Star turned into a monster."

"It's not funny!" she said deadpan.

"Yeah, it's not fun." Severus looked up and sighed. "He just can do it. I want to break through this maze, how about you?"

"It's a trap," she said in alarm.

"Me too," said Voldemort.

"It's a trap," she repeated.

"He wants to go too, doesn't he?" Severus said.

"Don't lie to him," said Voldemort softly.

"Yes." She answered helplessly.

"How to get you out of her body?" Severus asked.

"I want the original body potion," whispered Voldemort, "and a female dragon."

"what did he say."

Pomona would not speak.

"When I get a new body, I will be even with him." Voldemort said, "I will not trouble you again in the future."

"He wants a female dragon." Pomona thought about it and said, "and the original body potion."

"I never asked, how did you do it?" Severus asked. "I made that potion, but I didn't know what it was for."

"I made Nagini drink it," said Voldemort. "I was hatched from its eggs, and I drank its milk when I was most vulnerable."

Pomona was speechless.

Milk is only available to mammals. Reptiles such as snakes and dragons do not have it, but they will bite the skin on their bodies and make themselves bleed continuously. It is what dragons and Voldemort drink.

Its composition is similar to brandy and chicken blood. When the half-giant Hagrid just hatched the Norwegian short-ridged dragon Roberta, he needed to feed this mixed liquid to the newly hatched Charmander every half an hour.

"I really don't understand what you men are thinking." She repeated Voldemort's words and said with great anxiety, "So many Muggles died in this place, why?"

"So that their children don't become food for monsters." Severus was inexplicably proud. "Could it be for entertainment?"

"You're not using your brains, are you?" Pomona asked.

Voldemort and Severus laughed together.

"How about a drink?" Severus said to her.

"No!" Pomona immediately refused. "I wouldn't drink for this kind of thing."

"Next time," said Voldemort, "I don't seem to have congratulated you on being the new Headmaster."

"He said to drink together next time." Pomona said dying.

"So, a deal?" Severus asked.

"Deal," said Voldemort.

"Deal," repeated Pomona like a parrot.

"Can you leave for a moment? I have something to say to my 'wife.'"

"Of course," said Voldemort simply, and Pomona was oblivious to anything.

"I know that the Philosopher's Stone is not obtained by sacrificing multiple lives, and I also know that the Resurrection Stone cannot really resurrect people." Severus stared at her and said, "But when you are unconscious, I don't know what to do. I've thought about all the forbidden techniques, my heart is cold, I can't feel anything, those 'lives' are just materials to me, just like the wizard who built this place, even if he uses people to feed his 'pets' He doesn't feel anything either, you want me to be like him too?"

"No……"

"Why don't you understand?!" He suddenly hissed, the voice was so terrifying that it frightened her into a daze.

"You are all a curse." He took a breath and said calmly, "Bill has turned into a werewolf, what do you want me to be?"

"I..." She didn't know what to say, tears fell as soon as she opened her mouth.

He suddenly rushed over at an extremely fast speed, and stretched out his hand to pinch her neck.

"Even if it is sweet poison, there are people who are willing to drink it. You have made me a fool."

His hands tightened tighter and tighter, almost making her breathless, with a coughing sound in her throat.

"I can't bear to live with him anymore, especially if he still occupies your body. This is my final decision. I don't care what the world will be like after his resurrection, even if I will fight to the death for my decision at this moment in the future ,you understood?"

Pomona nodded repeatedly.

Severus let go of his hand.

She touched her still aching neck, coughed violently, and stood still, daring not to move.

"The crow, the swan, the peacock, the pelican, and the phoenix, these five birds represent the progress of the soul in alchemy." He said as if giving her a lesson, "The crow represents getting rid of the shackles of the body and entering the initial inner world of the soul world." In darkness, although the swan is a bird, it floats on the surface of the water most of the time, representing the body and the surface of the soul. At the same time, the white swan sometimes represents arsenic, which is a substance between metal and non-metal. It was called 'heritage powder' in medieval times, do you know what that means?"

"I know." She said in a hoarse voice, "There are many people who poison their relatives with arsenic for inheritance."

"It seems that not everyone is as sad about the death of a loved one as the White Wizard is." Severus said coldly, "Do you know what the Riddles were doing when the Dark Lord found his father?"

Pomona shook her head.

"They're throwing a party." Severus laughed eerily. "Congratulations to old Tom Riddle on his engagement to a Muggle woman."

Pomona couldn't imagine what it was like.

"The Dark Lord could have used the Imperius Curse on those Muggles, but he didn't, he killed everyone, and that's how our internal gatherings started, when there was a 'party', we would put on our robes and torture one or more A Muggle."

"You actually invited me to this kind of party?" She said in disbelief, subconsciously touched her chest, and finally touched the pendant box.

"I don't have a gown," Severus said, "so I didn't take part once."

"Then...forget it." Pomona wanted to ask him if he had participated in this kind of bloody party after joining the Death Eaters, but she gave up.

It's useless to ask, he must have participated, but he didn't have a partner.

"This time is much better than the last time." He said suddenly, "I'm not alone."

She looks at him.

"Or am I going to get it wrong? You want to leave me too?" He asked a little weakly and pitifully.

"I'm not Lily, I will leave you with black magic for you."

"You said you can't treat killing as entertainment..."

"I heard you used to act like a coward in the Death Eaters, and you didn't take part in 'events' as much as Bella and the others."

He didn't speak.

"I'm glad you're a coward, Severus." She went over and hugged him.

"I thought I'd be happy because Tobias Snape was a Muggle," he said tearfully, "but no."

She rubbed his stiff muscles, the limp little boy now grown up.

When he relaxed a bit, Pomona let him lie on her shoulders, and didn't suggest that he drink the euphoria to cheer himself up.

There is a little boy and a beast living in every man's heart. The little boy is very afraid of the beast, because the beast wants to eat the little boy, but the little boy cannot do without the beast.

Their relationship is like that of Pi and his Bengal tiger, a young boy drifting on the sea. Without the Bengal tiger, Pi can't live.

Now the little boy is crying, let him cry.

She just lamented that the nickname James and Sirius gave him was really appropriate, and the snotlite really likes to cry, they really seem to be named prophets.

In the first chapter of the Goblet of Fire, Voldemort said that when I drank Nagini's milk, I was so hot that I was so tender. How can snakes have milk?

After suspecting that the author and her editor had no common sense, I thought about it again, checked the information, and found out that Dragon Cheese is a dish that Ron’s mother can also cook. There is still this book on the shelf, and sea food The process of hatching dragon eggs

Pelicans use their own blood to feed the next generation. Arsenic is not a metal, commonly known as arsenic. In the 18th century in Europe, women at that time were like dolls. The mouth and cheeks are red, and the skin is white, almost transparent. In order to achieve such whiteness, powder containing lead and arsenic was used, and the black death stopped spreading after the rats died. This should be regarded as a blessing, right? Should you be happy or cry when you get an inheritance and lose a loved one?