Chapter 213 Winter Flower Border

"Yes, that's it, take your time." Pomona was teaching the Astonia plant growth acceleration spell.

Except for Hufflepuff students, almost no other colleges learn this.

In the greenhouse, other colleges mainly change pots, trim branches or collect plants, and are not responsible for planting and caring for plants.

Astonia's sister Daphne is a Slytherin like Pansy Parkinson, and Astonia is from Ravenclaw, that academy always produces geniuses, and charms are their specialty, anyway Pomona Teaching Astonia the spell was almost as smooth as Hermione Granger's, and a tender green plant burst out of the pot, as if spring had arrived early.

"What is this?" Draco didn't seem to be interested in plant magic, but now his godfather is not here, so he can only "play with the girls".

"Hellebore, you need to boil the demulcent." Pomona smiled at him and said, "It also has a name called Christmas rose, and it will bloom in winter."

While they were talking, the Astonia Christmas rose was in full bloom. It was white with a green center. The simple five petals did not have multiple petals like a real rose, but it was impossible for a rose to be here Cold winter blooms, although at the moment the place where they are is a greenhouse.

"Very good. If you were in school, I would give you two points, Astonia." Pomona said appreciatively, "It's really not easy to use the Growth Curse for the first time."

"Can I try again?" Astonia said excitedly.

"Of course, hellebore seeds are like Bibi's flavored beans to me. No one knows what kind of flower will come out from the next seed." Pomona said happily, and Astony Ya picked a seed and put it in a flower pot. This time, Astonia planted pink flowers, while Pomona's flowers were almost coquettish.

It may have been originally white, but it was covered with blood vessel-like purple lines and became evil, only the stamen was still pure gold.

Pomona thought of the little daisy in Lily's hand. She was as pure as that little wild flower. The hellebore and the little daisy were both wild forest vegetation, but they took different paths, because Daisies are tough but can't survive winter.

"Two handfuls of bone meal, Draco." Pomona ordered to Master Malfoy.

"That's what I'm going to brew the potion with," he argued.

"These flowers are also used to boil potions, and you still have a lot of lion fish bones to deal with. Are you planning to wait for your godfather to come and accompany you to do such simple preparations?"

"I'll help you!" Astonia said immediately, and the two of them started playing potions together after getting rid of the goblins.

Draco invented the hiccup potion purely for "fun". The potion class, which is like a nightmare for Gryffindor, is Draco's favorite. Snape taught Harry Potter and his friends in class They sneered, but kept praising Draco for everything he did.

Draco felt that he was the darling of potions, just like Pomona often praised her talent for herbal medicine. Draco was very interested in potions because of the compliment. In sixth grade, he hoped to be like Slughorn. Doing some interesting things in Potions class as when studying with the godfather, but Slughorn's evaluation of the hiccup potion is "ok", Draco, who is handsome and rich, seems not to be able to stand on his booth, That's how pragmatic the old slug is.

Gloomy middle-aged and gloomy teenager, when Harry was in sixth grade, Pomona felt that her life was going to be gloomy with them. Now there's a shining Astonia, she just needs to deal with a gloomy middle-aged man, when she once again grows a hellebore with a growing spell, this time it blooms pure white.

"Molly is trembling, what does Arthur Weasley think?" Pomona cursed in a low voice, what made her even more disgusted was Molly's shy girlish smile after hearing this address, Molly was already The mother of 7 children, Pomona has never doubted the fertility of the Weasley family. Fleur should be pregnant and have children soon after marrying Bill. In fact, she is just like Pomona thought, already a The mother of the child is gone, how can a person who is a grandmother still be like this.

After playing with hellebores for a while, Pomona went to see what house-elf had bought her seeds and came back, only to find a handwritten letter from Mrs. Malfoy.

"I need a beauty potion." Narcissa Malfoy wrote on the card in gorgeous cursive letters, and the scent of high-end perfume could be smelled all the way across Pomona.

"I'm not a house-elf," she complained, and found a bag from the wooden box, which contained a bag of collardgrass, which was needed to make a beauty potion.

Pomona glanced at Astonia whose skin was as soft and delicate as a flower, and thought of Narcissa Malfoy whose skin looked dull despite her efforts to maintain her skin, and suddenly felt extremely depressed.

Humanity has a limited period of heyday, and even Dumbledore the White Wizard showed his age after the Battle of the Ministry of Magic. Pomona couldn't imagine that Severus was full of white hair and she was still so young and beautiful. Standing together, they didn't look like lovers, but like grandparents. He had never had much confidence in his appearance, God knows Would the shock of old age make him do the foolish thing of pursuing immortality?

"Hey, lab nerd," Pomona yelled at Draco and Astonia. "Are you going to grind those boxes of lionfish bones into powder with your soft hands?"

"Why are you so small and speak so meanly!" Draco looked at Pomona angrily.

"Take your wands and blast them to pieces with the Crushing Charm."

"It's not what you think!" Draco said angrily, "The thickness of the powder will also affect the effect. The particles produced by the blast are not uniform, and what's delivered is already powder."

"Won't you use a sieve to screen out the powder that meets your requirements, and then process the powder that doesn't meet your requirements?"

Draco was stunned.

"Idiot." Pomona said with contempt for Draco. "You're as dogmatic as your godfather."

Potions need to be done step by step, and even a slight mistake in each step will have unexpected effects. Coupled with Slytherin's insistence on "tradition", their way of thinking is like an antique.

"We have a magic plant in the manor that needs to be cleaned up. Do you know how angry your father is about this?"

"How do you speak like Myrtle?" Draco said strangely.

"Because I'm bored." Pomona yelled angrily, "Everything is ready, and now he's missing. Go and see how long your godfather's meeting will last?"

"Don't you pass the time by yourself? My mother used to be like this." Draco said ruthlessly, "You haven't even looked at the seeds of so many plants."

Pomona looked at the wooden box full of plant seeds, and suddenly felt that she had also lost interest in magic plants.

No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, they will feel lonely if no one appreciates them. They wither silently in the cycle of four seasons. The happiness gained by a person who knows how to appreciate himself is incomparable to any material.

This may be the reason why Molly is out of shape and wearing old clothes, but she still feels happy.

"You're right, talk to me about the situation on the battlefield that day." Pomona withdrew her tenderness and began to think like a member of the Order of the Phoenix, "I heard that werewolves, giants and dementors formed an alliance gone?"

Draco looked at Astonia, and she smiled at him gently, without disgust or admiration, just looking at him calmly.

"Can I sit down?" Draco said listlessly. "I'm tired after standing all day."

"Would you like some tea?" asked Pomona.

"Yes, thanks." Draco was even more frustrated, as if it was something he was eager to forget.

Pomona glanced at the sky outside, it was already getting dark, but she was not in a hurry to let Draco take Astonia home.

Some problems have to be faced sooner or later, and avoidance cannot be solved. Lily seemed to be right in defending Severus in the matter of the fifth grade, but the boy's dignity had to be maintained by himself, and also because of her appearance, their The conflict escalated sharply. That day when Sirius and Severus were dueling in the basement, Pomona didn't go, and Dumbledore persuaded them both to leave when he came.

In order to maintain his image in front of girls, even if he tried his best, he had to grit his teeth and persevere, and finally put his life on the line.

Hufflepuff, a waste academy, pursues the right thing, and rarely takes sides. Now Pomona needs to understand her position. This is related to the future and fate of many people. She took a long vacation and it is time to go back. continue to work.