Chapter 170 See Through

Neville used Frank's wands until the fifth grade. Ollivander once said that using wands that should belong to other wizards will never work well. There is an affinity between users, even between father and son.

Mrs. Longbottom loved her son very much, and hoped that Neville could inherit everything from him. Unfortunately, he was not smart, and even a little dull. Although he was a true pureblood, he was worse than a mudblood. He was often made fun of, but Pomona You know, he has very good qualities.

He is always there when a friend needs help the most, and is so reliable that even when he stutters and cannot pronounce a spell, he will pick up his wand and drive it like a dagger into an opponent's eye socket.

He could solve problems with his own tact and intelligence, which might not be a wizard's way, but it was a very effective way under the circumstances, and in that respect he was indeed like his father Frank.

"What are you doing?" Slytherin's old bat couldn't help asking when he saw Hufflepuff's sweetheart dean pressing hard on a book. This weird behavior was even weirder than usual.

"I want to make sure that Neville can turn that page!" Pomona Sprout said through gritted teeth, "Damn Moody!"

The book that Pomona is pressing is called the Mediterranean Miraculous Aquatic Plants and Their Properties. This is a document that the old bat dug out from somewhere, and it contains knowledge about the fish gill grass.

The second game is approaching, and the Audio-Technica has not yet figured out how to breathe underwater for an hour. Fortunately, the old battuo found the fish gill grass, as he said, it is very rare, not an "everyday garden" and the nursery tended by the herb professor is what he calls the "everyday garden", and that fake Moody has been forcing Pomona to find a way as an Auror, and she's going to put the mark on it once it's done. The book was handed over to Moody, who gave it to Neville through Moody, who then told Harry about the gillweed, and then Neville got it from the potions professor's storeroom.

"Who blinded Moody." Severus Snape admired the ball of iridium in the glass bottle. "I remember both of his eyes were fine after the fall of the Dark Lord."

Astor Moody is recognized as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, but some people think it is the second-ranked Severus Snape. The former Death Eater now feels very hidden.

"His magic eye can see through the invisibility cloak, walls, doors, and even the back of his own head. I think he was attacked by surprise."

"By whom?" He asked softly, his voice seemed to have magic power, which made her heart beat faster.

"He didn't say, but I guess it's a Tebo warthog." It was a very dangerous creature whose hide was the material of the invisibility cloak.

"A pig?" Severus twitched his mouth. "How do you know it's not human?"

"He's very vigilant. It's impossible for ordinary people to sneak attack successfully, and you wouldn't believe that a warthog would sneak attack you."

Pomona looked back at the arrogant human, "Do you really think that you have become the master of the world? There are still many undiscovered magical animals in this world."

"Sometimes I look at your face and forget that you're a half-breed Veela." Severus looked at the pudgy woman in front of him, as if looking at another person through it. "You need more Polyjuice Potion?" How long will it take to take effect?"

"What do you want?" She picked up the book and stood up.

"Moody smells like boiled cabbage, don't you wonder why you don't smell like him?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Smells like cake."

"You improved the recipe?" Pomona didn't ask why he described her as a cake, as if he wanted to eat her alive now.

"It's changed a bit." He closed his eyes and licked his lips. "There are not as many fans of bicorns as before. Do you think Moody's magic eyes can see the effect of Polyjuice Potion?"

"No, that's a very strong potion." Pomona backed away with the book in her arms. The person in front of her was about to become a beast, but unlike Animagus, he wanted to become a "male" Beast "I'm going first."

As soon as she turned around, the door of his office slammed shut in front of her. Although no one would appear outside the lounge after nightfall, she still thought it would be better to leave the door open, and now it is closed , as if her last retreat was gone.

Dumbledore said, don't show your true colors in front of other people. She has never regarded Severus as someone else, not to mention he was the one who made the potion. She suddenly felt that the medicine had worked before, because she was lazy or Disgusted by the taste of the potion, she got herself in big trouble by drinking less, and she turned her head slowly to find that Severus was looking at her fiercely, his chest heaving with violent breathing, like a hound about to attack.

"Do you really want to act like nothing happened that night?"

"It's what you said to pretend it never happened." Pomona felt very puzzled. "Is that what you're thinking?"

He probably thought he was ridiculous, so he kept smiling wryly and shaking his head.

"I don't know what happened that night, Severus, but I really didn't drug you." She held the thick book in her arms like a weapon.

"Get out." He said slowly, his voice sounding tired.

She looked back at the door that slammed in front of her. What kind of spell did he cast just now?

"Why don't you go?" He said tremblingly after a long time.

"I don't think I can leave you alone." Her heart was pounding. "You tell me what to do, Severus."

"You screwed up everything, Pomona, why did you open the door for me!" he growled.

"If I don't open the door, where are you going?" Pomona asked, hearing that the half-blood giant Hagrid had a date with a female companion that night, he must have looked pitiful at the time, "And I was lonely eating alone, You took all my cats away."

"Yes, yes, we are all lonely." He laughed as if he had found the answer, "Why didn't I think of it before."

She sensed that he was in a better mood, but not really happy, but that some kind of chain around him was gone.

"See you the day after tomorrow, Pomona, don't keep Moody waiting." He turned around, took a bottle of wine from the cabinet, and drank it himself as if to celebrate himself.

"Have you prepared the potion for the hostage?" Pomona asked.

"How do you know that Cho Chang is someone Cedric cares about?" he asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, he's fair to every girl, but he asked Cho Chang to a prom..."

"You ordered him to go, because of our bet." He enjoyed the wine comfortably, and said casually, "Let's make another bet, who will Harry Potter save this time?"

"What do you mean?"

"If Sirius Black was here, he must be the person Harry Potter most wanted to save, but unfortunately, he can't visit the game. If he hadn't fooled around with you, he should be a school manager like Malfoy. It's so sad .” He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and poured himself another glass.

"Drink slowly, don't get drunk." She persuaded.

"I've been sober long enough, and now I want to have fun." Severus turned around, smiling smugly and frivolously. "I've long wondered what it's like to be so mindless."

"Professor?" Neville's voice interrupted her recollection. At this time, she was still in Frank and Alice's ward, and their lives had been changed by another arbitrary person.

Bellatrix, Sirius' cousin, Voldemort's most loyal servant, the one who should never be released from Azkaban.

"How did you get to St. Mungo's?" Pomona asked. "Did you Apparate?"

"No, I ran to Hogsmeade, from the Three Broomsticks' fireplace to St. Mungo's." Neville walked over and looked at his parents. "What happened to them?"

"It's the same as before. Come and sit down. I want to tell you a story." Pomona patted the seat next to her. "Harry often talks about his parents with Sirius. Your grandma told you what your father was like." person?"

"Say something." Neville said dully. "Do you know my parents, Professor."

"Your father saved my life." Pomona said sadly, "She can't know the story I told. It's a secret that very few people know, but I think you have the right to know because you belong to Frank Kronbotton." son."