Chapter 1101 Drunk
Seeing those human face masks on the wall up close, even if you have prepared for it, it still looks terrible.
Pomona looked at the faces of those men and women, then touched her own face, feeling the goosebumps all over her body stand up.
Only the footsteps of a few people could be heard in the long and narrow corridor. Even though they knew that the monsters on this floor had been wiped out, they still did not dare to relax.
The extravagant Louis XIV degraded the French nobles collectively, although the reason why he did so was to keep the nobles busy pleasing him instead of focusing on training troops in their own territory so that they could launch a rebellion against him in the future.
The regiment of French soldiers in the War of the Spanish Crown went to Italy as conquerors, and they themselves did not expect that getting lost would lead to such an end.
This maze does not use the Muggle Repelling Charm, which means that Muggles can also try to crack it.
Judging from the face, there is no difference between a Muggle and a wizard. Pomona thought that she would have to play a conspiracy with Nadia Vasika, but she just started to break through inexplicably.
Of course Voldemort is not afraid. Even if he fails this time, he can find someone else to continue trying. Others have only one life, and they are facing an exam that cannot be failed.
Otherwise, the end will be the same as those on the wall.
"Is there still time for us to go?" Pomona asked. "The monster is dead."
No one paid her any attention, as if they had all made up their minds to find out.
"Too reckless!"
"Stop whining endlessly," Severus said dryly.
She squinted at him.
His attitude towards her is very bad now, worse than ordinary girls. It's true that the relationship is gone, and even friends can't be made.
"This is not a complaint, but a reminder." She also said indifferently.
He once reminded her, "It's still too late to go now", but unfortunately she didn't listen.
So, there is still time to go now.
There was nothing scary about the maze on the first floor. After all, the greatest danger had been eliminated, and they could easily reach the entrance to the second floor in the north of the maze.
Rohart said a wise saying: To be famous and rich, you must be prepared to do long and hard labor.
As stupid as he is, he brings a little joy to a magic school in panic over the basilisk crisis.
Basilisk dwellings are always damp, and Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is damp, as is the second floor of the maze.
When the darkness floated up, the light dimmed significantly, as if they were in the bottom of the sea.
"Lumos." Felix could actually flash with fluorescent light.
But Pomona wasn't too surprised that Harry had been able to use the spell when he was around his age.
She also cast Lumos with her wand.
The water in the waterway may be due to lack of circulation, showing a thick green color, with a lot of floating objects on it, which looks very dirty.
There are no basilisk shed skins on the ground, perhaps because they were taken away by "servants".
"Gulu." A small bubble emerged from the bottom of the water, which looked like it was bred by swamp gas.
Voldemort began speaking Parseltongue into the bubbles.
"What now?" Lyle asked desperately.
"Wait." Pomona handed him a hand mirror.
"What's this for?" Lyle asked.
"As long as you don't look directly into the basilisk's eyes, use a mirror, or something else, you can use the resurrection potion to revive it."
Pomona sent the mirrors one by one, and it was Severus who was the last one, and he didn't answer it at all.
"You're smart," Pomona said deadpan. "You know what to do."
He ignored her at all and walked behind Voldemort.
"I really don't know what to do." She complained, and put the mirror into the flannel bag.
Not long after, the foam in the channel became more and more, and slowly a black shadow could be seen at the bottom of the water.
"Close your eyes!" said Voldemort suddenly.
Everyone did so immediately, and then, everyone heard the sound of rushing water, and an unpleasant smell of water, and there was a sound of snake language from the opposite side.
"This is Saturn, Hagrid's basilisk." Voldemort smiled strangely. "Maybe he wasn't the murderer in the Chamber of Secrets, but he did keep a basilisk."
Pomona suddenly thought it was a stupid idea to look at each other's backs in mirrors.
Another burst of Parseltongue came from the opposite side.
"Saturn said that it is responsible for guarding the second and third floors." Voldemort said, "It has been imprisoned in this place for hundreds of years. If we can take it away, it will not embarrass us."
"Take a basilisk away?" Pomona exclaimed.
"What you're afraid of is other people," Severus said.
She was in a bad mood.
"But...how do we take it away?" Felix asked.
"Use your wand, which I think is hazel, to find groundwater," said Voldemort again.
"He made a deal with the basilisk so quickly?" Pomona asked Lermeyer again.
He hesitated for a long time without saying a word.
Pomona was so bored that she passed out.
Saturn didn't do his duty as a monster guarding the treasure, and let them go. They followed the path they found in the maze on the ground to the "magic circle".
When we got here, we continued to fly in.
Felix flew in by himself, and his strength meant that he couldn't fly on behalf of others, so Severus had to take the responsibility of flying Lyle, Klicher, and Pomona with him.
He chose Lyle the Drunken Alcoholic first, then Kreacher, and finally Pomona.
After her legs landed on the ground, beautiful music suddenly sounded in the maze. The sound was very pleasant, just like the singing of a mermaid.
"It looks like we've joined the Triwizard Tournament," she whispered.
The task in the Black Lake is to find the most important person to her. Pomona thinks that Hermione is just making up for Victor. After all, the organizer cannot invite Victor's parents and grandma to Hogg Woz, and sink them into the cold black lake in spring.
A hand covered her eyes.
"Guess who I am?" Sirius' voice rang in her ear.
"Padfoot?" Pomona said in surprise.
"Bingo!" Sirius yelled, and as he put his hands down, James, Remus, Albus, they all appeared, and Lily as a child, she still looked cute, but lonely, because she no friend.
"Where did that Slytherin boy with the big nose go?" Pomona asked Sirius.
"Perhaps joining that Slytherin society again." Sirius said indifferently.
"Stop! Don't run!" Filch's violent voice, and Mrs. Loris' strange cry sounded at the corner of the corridor.
"Run!" Sirius said, taking Pomona's hand.
Like they're still on the Hogwarts Night Tour.
"Invisibility cloak! Invisibility cloak!" she yelled.
"Filch can't see it, Mrs. Loris can see it!" Sirius yelled, "Run, don't let them catch you!"
She wondered, didn't Mrs. Loris only have one?
When she looked back, there were at least ten "Mrs. Loris" following her.
With their blood-red eyes open, they pursued them closely.
Suddenly she broke free from Sirius' hand.
"Walk!"
She said to them, took out the seeds from her pocket, and used the growth-stimulating spell to make them germinate and grow quickly.
The devil's web was all over the place very quickly.
They stretch out vines and trap the "Mrs. Loris". These plants can trap even giants, let alone eagles, provided they don't shoot people with poisonous feathers.
She looked down at her thighs.
There was a copper feather sticking out there, and Mrs Loris was gone, replaced by a flock of strange bronze birds struggling in the devil's net.
It was her first adventure, and it seemed to be a failure.
She fell to the ground slumped, feeling the venom spreading rapidly in her body.
"Drink it." The big-nosed Slytherin threw a bottle of potion at her.
Pomona didn't answer.
She lay on the ground, quietly waiting for death to come.
In fact, she had already died a year ago, and what remains in this world is just a phantom, she should go.
After all, there is no one here who cares about her, who is still obsessed with not letting her go.
"No."
The man who took the magic wand and blasted the strange bird into pieces noticed her anomaly. He picked her up and poured the antidote into her mouth.
But she just gritted her teeth and refused to drink.
"What do you want?" He glared at her.
"I want you to regret it!" she said in a venomous voice.
Otherwise, the woman is stupid, hoping that her death will make him regret.
He has a new lover and doesn't care about the old one at all. Her death won't do him any harm.
"Is this revenge? Because I did the same thing?" Severus asked.
He also pulled back his collar, revealing the scar on his neck.
"You crazy man," Pomona whispered.
"And you, you are a crazy woman." He retorted not to be outdone, "Why do you tell other people that you want a divorce?"
"Who did I tell?"
"A Muggle woman."
Pomona recalled that she never told Fiona what she thought.
She tried hard to think, and finally remembered Venice's St. Mark's Square. At that time, she was in Nakamura Yuki's room, and the two of them drank a lot of strawberry-flavored cocktails.
"I was drunk," she said with difficulty.
"Drunk talk doesn't have to be nonsense, it could be the truth." Severus looked into her eyes and said, "You're tired, aren't you?"
"What do you want to find in my eyes?"
"The desire to live," Severus said. "What do you want?"
"Want nothing at all."
"That's why I hate you saints, look what Dumbledore did to you?"
He brushed his hand across her face.
"He hid such a beautiful treasure in the mud, a wasteful old thing."
"He doesn't like women..."
"So he doesn't allow other men to like you?" Severus whispered, "Or it's the students he likes who are allowed to approach you, not the ones he hates."
"If you don't give her the medicine, she will die!" Voldemort roared from the side, "Hurry up!"
"I didn't kill Sirius Black, though I would have liked to." He looked her in the eyes and said, "If the White Wizard hadn't intervened, I would have killed him."
"How do you know what I told the Muggles?"
"Drink it, or you won't have the strength to live to hear what I have to say."
She glared at him.
But she ended up drinking the powerful antidote anyway.
"Better?" he said coldly.
She didn't answer.
"You think that the world of that female Muggle is far away from mine, so you tell her what you really think, so do you want to know why I know?" He asked again.
Pomona nodded.
"She's doing her M.D. in Padua, and Draco's there." He put the rest of the antidote back into his shapeshifter pocket. gone."
"Draco?" she said in surprise.
Severus ignored her and turned to join the fight.
"It seems you've gotten into big trouble." Sirius said leisurely from the side.
"Shut up!" she said to her hallucination "that little snitch."
"The walls have ears." Fred leaned on Sirius' shoulder, dangling the retractable ears in his hand, "I told you not to talk nonsense, why don't you have a long memory?"
"When did you tell me?"
That nasty boy took the magic fireworks and set them off crackling.
The sound of explosions and brilliant fireworks drowned out the siren's song, causing the copper bird monsters to fly aside screaming.
"Go!" Voldemort ordered, and everyone started running.
Pomona looked back at Lyle Meyer, he followed closely beside everyone, and his performance was not bad for a person of his age, so she didn't care about him anymore.
In the next second, Severus grabbed her by the wrist and ran staggeringly.
He still looked annoyed, but he wasn't keeping his distance as much as before.
Fighting seems to be good for venting negative emotions, anyway, as long as the object is not directed at her.
As for who provoked him, who thought it was unlucky, she couldn't protect herself at the moment, and she would have to figure out how to explain her drunken words to him later.
