Chapter 216 Bloodlust

Venomous snakes use snake kisses to prey on prey, and the bitten animal will be swallowed whole by the snake that is slowly chasing the scent after being killed by the venom.

The boa constrictor will entangle the animal, and then use its body strength to strangle it to death bit by bit. Although the badger is the natural enemy of the snake, when the boa constrictor is bigger than the badger, the badger will become the prey of the boa constrictor. Inch by inch the badger had to be tightened.

A smart badger should run away as soon as it finds the python, instead of sending it to the door like Pomona. Unfortunately, she was so stupid that in the end, as the head of the badger house, she was actually killed by a little snake in Slytherin. despised.

"What were you thinking?" Dumbledore's question came to her mind again, and Pomona asked herself what she was thinking. She is just like a goblin, even if she knew the danger was coming, she didn't run away immediately, but went out of the hole to find out what happened, when the danger was close at hand, it was too late to escape, and in the end it was the same as what Malfoy said , was caught and swallowed alive.

"No, I won't take you in." Narcissa Malfoy rejected Pomona's request for asylum without hesitation.

"Have some compassion, Sissy!" Pomona yelled.

"To the war orphans, yes, I have sympathy, but to you, darling, what the hell have you done this time?"

"She angered the godfather." The little snake who likes to inform immediately said.

"You sent Astonia back so soon?" Pomona glared at the platinum little Malfoy.

"Astonia wanted to stay, and you forced me to send her back." Draco found a sofa and sat down to watch the show. "She asked me to tell her all the details tomorrow."

"I hate Ravenclaw," Pomona murmured.

"How did she do it?" Narcissa Malfoy asked her son instead.

"At first they were flirting, but then she talked too much, she called the godfather Xiaolu, and said he could be timid, and then the godfather blew up a glass bottle."

Pomona re-examined her godson again, why is he so good at eavesdropping?

"Oh, my God." Narcissa murmured in disbelief.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know how Severus made an unbreakable vow to me? My sister, Bellatrix, said he was a coward with empty words. I'm sorry, dear, but I really can't help you this time."

Pomona was taken aback again, how could he do such an irrational thing when he was slightly provoked like an adolescent boy?

"What happened, dear?" Lucius Malfoy came into the living room in a nightgown, he had just showered and was steaming, but he was still holding his silver snake walking stick, looking very homely .

"She provoked Severus!" Narcissa falsified the content of the conversation again, causing Lucius Malfoy's eyes to widen in shock.

"No!" Pomona argued. "I just told him that he doesn't need to hide his blood like the Dark Lord!"

"Everyone knows he's a half-breed, Pomona, but he's more proud of his surname Prince, and you don't need to remind him." Lucius said, leaning on a snake-headed staff, "and I think proper concealment is good for peace and harmony." Do you know who we are dealing with now?"

"Werewolves." Pomona folded her hands and said, "How many days have you been 'hunting' after Christmas Eve?"

"Two days, because the Minister of Magic stopped us." Draco said angrily. "He is more afraid of the spread of black magic than destroying those dirty creatures."

"Don't talk like that, Draco!" Pomona snapped angrily.

"You remember the hide that the basilisk shed, Pomona? Its hide was almost as strong as that of the horned llama. Many families don't mind collecting an extra item or two made of magical creatures. This time they sent Werewolves only transform on full moon nights, their claws are very sharp, our men are all wearing that kind of basilisk skin clothes so there are no casualties, Aurors don't have this kind of equipment, my son saved it Many Aurors, they were seriously injured, and many of them are still recuperating in St. Mungo's, and will they become werewolves after recovering from their illnesses." Lucius said slowly with that mouth that is good at negotiating, " Both we and the director of the Auror office, Calvin, agree that werewolves should restrain their behavior. Fenrir Greyback also stole our children and bit them, which is equivalent to stealing our future and hope. He wants to make enough werewolves to 'conquer wizards', we're going through a war right now, when Greyback was serving the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord had promised him some sacrifices in return for his service, and those sacrifices were They are human beings, they are just like my house elves, they were torn to pieces, then eaten, the bodies could not be found, and they could only be declared missing in the end, although Bill Weasley was not injured after being scratched by Greyback Turned into a werewolf, but I heard that he fell in love with eating very tender steaks. Every time I saw him in Gringotts, I wondered if he would suddenly become a werewolf and attack those goblins, humans and goblins. It's bad enough between us, but whoever calls him a war hero, none of us can fire him."

"Is this what your meeting was about? 'Dealing with werewolves'?" Pomona stared into Lucius' eyes.

"The Minister of Magic is not available. Muggles need protection, even if they hold torches and clamor to burn wizards to death." Lucius smirked and said, "Once the power goes out, their fragile civilization will be destroyed, and they will Returning to darkness and ignorance, obscurity was more common in the Middle Ages than it is now, need I remind you how those parasitized obscurities were born, Professor."

"Sounds like Severus is in a bad mood," Narcissa Malfoy said at this moment.

"That's right, my dear, who would be in a good mood when encountering these things? He was in a bad mood in the morning. Later, I don't know why he jumped out of the window suddenly. When he came back, he was in a good mood. Everyone feels very happy, because he is a rational person, and he is different from the Dark Lord!" Lucius said loudly as if singing an aria, "He didn't ask us to register the information of werewolves like registering half-blood wizards. The last magic The Ministry of Magic announced that doing so would fail, and of course it will be the same this time, but he feels that those arrogant and ambitious animals need to be taught a lesson before they can remember. Werewolves are now classified as 4-star dangerous magical creatures by the M.O.M of the Ministry of Magic. In other words, those werewolves captured alive can be publicly beheaded and executed like the Hippogriff, I heard that Hufflepuff loves magical animals, are you going to rescue them this time?"

"Those werewolves will not be grateful if they are released, and they will continue to attack humans." Draco said coldly, "We can't send them to Azkaban, their king Fenrir is being imprisoned there now." .”

"Don't think about such complicated things, dear, go home." Narcissa Malfoy came over and hugged Pomona towards the fireplace, "Let him relax."

"You're going to cooperate with me now!" Before Pomona grabbed Feilu powder and left, Lucius yelled in a bad mood, "Gringotts' security issue must be resolved as soon as possible! Otherwise the goblin won't negotiate with us!"

Pomona cursed, dropped the Floo powder, yelled Godric's Hollow, and with a flash of green magic fire, she was back at her Hufflepuff-style cottage.

But a flicker of green flames turned the khaki upholstery green, and the jet-black Slytherin python is now sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a newspaper, with a levitating burning paper balls, just like the ones Hermione Granger made.

The fireplace is used as a means of transportation, so you can't live freely, and you have to find another way to keep warm. Hermione is a very smart witch. It would be a pity if she was sent to the stake.

Not all wizards can interpret the law to harm people, just like not all Muggles are kind and friendly. For some wizards, even if they give up pure bloodism, it is impossible to accept Muggles.

"Those kids suspected that Mrs. Pince and Filch didn't suspect me and you." Severus put down the newspaper and looked at her calmly. "How did Dumbledore notice it at the time?"

Pomona had heard the rumor. Many people said that Filch had a secret affair with Mrs. Pince in the library. After all, they had worked together for many years, but Mrs. Pince was a witch and Filch was a squib. His "lover" was Mrs. Norris. When she returned to Hogwarts from Black's old house, the rumors spread, because Mrs. Pince was very concerned about Filch's condition and did not even allow others to discuss it. They were still standing together at Dumbledore's funeral.

"Could you please stop being so emotional now, Severus."

"Even Malfoy saw my thoughts at the ball that day, let me think who was there at that time, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, Nefer Dora Tonks, Emmeline Vance, guess what they were thinking? I guess they were thinking that the pathetic loser was delusional with the princesses of the Order of the Phoenix, so Sirius Black Did I come back to England from the rainforest so quickly? I was never good enough in his eyes, like a cripple, and I was nothing to him except when I was doing dirty work!"

She felt like she was having a heart attack and was having trouble breathing.

"He took everything from me until all that was left was the memory, and he wanted me to tell Harry Potter, at his weakest, that the Dark Lord must die, Pomona, the great White Wizard who abetted a future Grown-up suicide, he raised Harry Potter to make piggies and he killed it at the right time, now it's Neville Longbottom's turn, are you going to do the same to him?"

"Stop it!" She covered her ears, as if to stop the devil's whisper.

"I don't want his legacy, I want his treasure." He stood up and approached her slowly "This is what I thought when I stood in the headmaster's office, who will take over after Sirius Black dies?" ?”

"I don't need anyone to take over! I can take care of myself!"

"Is it right to spend the rest of my life with the cat in the end?" He watched her cry silently, "I can't even compare to a cat."

She thought he was acting, as he had said, playing a victim would be sympathetic.

"Do you think I'm disgusting too?"

"Of course not!" She immediately denied.

"Then why are you telling Draco and them that marrying me is weird!" he roared as if to explode.

"You deserve better than me." Pomona answered straight away, "I'm older than you, and..."

"I don't care about the heirs. The Pris family will be broken." He said calmly, "If you like, we can adopt Hermione Granger as an adopted daughter. I won't want a child that wasn't yours."

"I don't understand..." Pomona was very confused.

"I know, that's what Dumbledore asked of you." He held her in his arms and said softly, "He ruined you, Honey."

"That's the name of a house-elf!" she said angrily.

"You are like a servant at Hogwarts, you take care of everyone, animals, even plants, but you forget yourself." He moved slowly as if asking her to dance together "The only time you are at school Clean new clothes at his funeral, right?"

"And that time at the party with you."

"Look, you can also rebel, betray him, Pomona, and join me." He said coaxingly, "We don't need to hide, we can go in and out together in public."

She couldn't say yes.

But she thought it was nice to hear the sound of his heart beating violently.

"I like secrecy," she whispered. "It's my hobby."

"Aren't you afraid that I will be snatched away by another woman?"

She had meant to say that if he did that she would leave him and go back to the forest and find her veela kind.

"I'll kill you, liar." She said viciously, "Why do you like acting so much?"

"This is my hobby." He said happily, "Liar? It doesn't feel right. Keep thinking, Honey."

Then he leaned down and kissed her, sucking her soul out like a dementor. In fact, those poor sailors who were tortured by dark wizards suffered a lot like him, but he finally came back to life instead of becoming a cold corpse like those Muggle sailors, so he can create happy memories by himself without following the camera Like ghosts, they rely on absorbing the happy memories of others to make themselves feel happy.