Chapter 2500

On the first day of the new school year, there was a full moon. This is not "good news" for the children who ushered in a werewolf as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, especially Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban. In order to hunt down He, the Ministry of Magic sent dementors, and they even "attacked" Harry Potter on the Hogwarts Express.

The door of her office was pushed open with a bang.

"Please come in." She looked at the book in her hand without raising her head.

"Where's Longbottom?" cried the annoyed old Bat.

She took a moment to glance at him across the page and saw that he seemed genuinely angry, and if he found Neville at this moment, Neville would surely be torn apart.

"He didn't come to my place today." She said calmly, "What happened?"

The old bat didn't seem to believe what she said, and entered the greenhouse without authorization.

Just as he walked into the innermost part of the greenhouse, Neville bent his waist and came out through the open door under the cover of the operating table. He seemed to be very frightened, although not like Harry Potter. Passed out, Malfoy had been telling everyone about it since the first day of school.

"What are you doing?" she whispered to Neville.

"I'll explain to you later." Neville lowered his voice, took the tea cup from her table, and looked at the tea stains at the bottom of the cup.

She was getting more and more confused about what the boys were doing.

"Professor Trelawney said something bad was going to happen to my grandma in Divination class." Neville's round face wrinkled in frustration. "I think she's wrong."

"Longbottom!" Snape yelled from the greenhouse.

In a panic, Neville tried to put the teacup back, and then took the opportunity to slip away.

"Wait! Take it away!" Pomona pushed back. "How am I going to explain to him that I use two teacups by myself?"

So Neville took the teacup away again. It's a pity that he didn't have Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, but he still thought of another way. The children in the protection of magical beasts in the lower grades just finished class, and Neville curled up , mixed in and went back to the castle together.

Seeing that he was safe, Pomona sat down on the chair again and continued reading as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, the old bat came out, his black cloak was like billowing black mist, and he stood gloomyly in front of Pomona.

"Where is he?" The old bat gritted his teeth and asked word by word.

"How do I know." She said pretendingly.

"I know he's with you, don't cover him up."

"You searched just now, did you find it?"

"There were two teacups on the table just now," he said, looking into Pomona's face.

"You read it wrong." Pomona said, just as she finished speaking, Snape reached out and turned the book in her hand upside down.

"You took it backwards." He said coldly.

"I can't read German." She was dying.

"Then what are you reading it for?"

"research."

"about what?"

"Muggle history, oh, you went to Muggle school, how about sitting down and talking?"

Snape ignored her, striding like a hound in the direction Neville had left.

"In 1503, Chancellor Edessa Sudenberg died," Pomona said, looking after him. "In the same year, the Scottish Parliament passed the Tree Planting Act, encouraging the planting of oak trees, which 300 years later Became the wood used for the warships at the Battle of Trafalgar!"

"What's the connection?" Snape asked over his shoulder.

"Do you think the trees in the Forbidden Forest are related to these trees? They are at least five or six hundred years old."

"The trees in the Forbidden Forest are different from ordinary trees. They are magical creatures." After he finished speaking, he pulled his robe and planned to leave again.

"Did you notice that the pumpkins that Hagrid grows are so big that they are almost big enough for Cinderella to make a pumpkin carriage," said Pomona.

He looked at her suspiciously.

"Sit down." She cast a copy spell on the teacup, and there was another cup on the table. "Grindelwald is the most dangerous wizard in the past four centuries. I'm curious about what happened in the 16th century. Have you seen wizards?" Fairy tales don't."

"You have so many questions." He said impatiently, and sat down across from Pomona.

"About the story of the wizard and the cauldron, there is a terrifying version in the 16th century. The wizard intends to practice actual combat, but the villagers hold torches and rakes..."

"I know that story." Snape interrupted her.

"The crucible swallowed the villagers and spit out some human-like substances. I wonder if the wizard in the story is trying to make a human body." Pomona said, "It's like what the Dark Lord planned to do after he got the Philosopher's Stone. of."

Snape sat comfortably against the chair, lost in thought.

It seemed that Neville's life was temporarily saved.

She thought about it with some gratitude, and poured a cup of tea for the old bat.

"What does this have to do with Germany?" Snape asked.

"I heard that Muggles proposed the theory of chaos. A butterfly flapping its wings in the South American forest will eventually form a storm in North America. This must not happen overnight, just like an oak tree is planted, it will take many years to grow,' The Victory' was made entirely of Scottish oak, do you think that was one of the reasons for Trafalgar's victory?"

"War is not just about equipment." Snape corrected immediately, and planned to make a long speech on this issue like other men.

"Yes, yes, yes." Pomona quickly waved his hand, "I just want to tell you that I found a wonderful connection."

"You're farfetched." He said angrily, "Using the method you said, everything can be related."

"After the battle of Jena, Prussia had the Steinhardenberg reforms, he said to 'do from the top down what the French did from the bottom up', you think what You-Know-Who did is this Reform?" Pomona asked.

Snape didn't answer.

"You didn't think about that when you joined the Death Eaters when you were young?" Pomona pressed.

"Not everyone who joins the Death Eaters wants to change the world." He said indifferently, "Most people just want to be crazy, or to benefit from it."

"Like Lucius Malfoy?" Pomona asked. "What happened to his house-elf when he was freed?"

"Did Stein Hardenberg do it?" Snape asked.

"Do what?"

"What you do from the bottom up has to be done from the top down."

"I don't know, I'm reading, but I don't understand German." Pomona flipped through the book in his hand.

Snape took it over.

"When did you learn it?" Pomona asked curiously.

He buried his head in the book in his hand and ignored her completely.

She pouted, got up and walked towards the greenhouse, intending to appease the frightened plants.

Not only animals will be frightened, but plants will also be frightened. Of course, no one would believe what she said. How could plants have the same reaction as animals?

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"Would you like sugar and milk?" Georgiana asked Leila.

"No...no need." Leila said nervously.

Georgiana didn't ask her why she was so nervous. Leila was only 16 years old, and not everyone was born to be an actor. She didn't blush or skip a beat when she was lying or acting.

"I talked with Alice just now. She mentioned to me the benefits of the trip. I almost forgot. What do you think you gained from this trip?" Georgiana asked easily.

Leila moved a bit, as if thinking about how to express it.

"Why don't you go with Matilda to buy Christmas presents for the children in the poorhouse?" Georgiana asked over her tea.

"I don't like toys," Leila said cautiously. "I prefer books."

Georgiana did not believe anything she said.

"Don't stay in the room all the time, go out more often."

"I would rather rest." Leila complained. "There are too many people at the registration desk."

"Tired?"

"Hmm!" Leyla wept bitterly, and began to pour bitter water.

Georgiana listened quietly, she knew that young girls love to play, how could they work with peace of mind.

She didn't care whether Leila did it or not. First of all, she confirmed that only those who received the invitation letter could enter the party venue. This was mainly "inspired" by the necklace incident.

Who let Jeanne in? If she doesn't even have access to court, then she has no chance of performing, deceiving, and causing bigger problems.

But beauty is a woman's passport, and the invitation letter is a "blocker". No matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot enter the ball without an invitation letter. Of course, the plot of Cinderella will not be staged.

The prince invites all the women in the city to participate in the ball and chooses a bride from among them. If he confirmed the identities of the women in the city one by one before the ball, why bother to find someone to try with the crystal slipper.

If she wants to maintain this system, she will not deal with Leila who "enforces the law impartially". It is very difficult for a 16-year-old girl to do such offensive things.

She is a bit smart, and knows how to please Georgiana in terms of dress and habits, but she is not that smart. If Leila's scheming is really that deep, she will find a way to switch to other more pleasing places. Girls are popular There are definitely more benefits to being hated than being hated.

You won't let me enter the venue today, and I won't let you enter the salon another day. How do you network when you go to Paris and don't go to various social events? But Georgiana is a "British female spy". She can remember the days when she was shackled by the scavengers and unable to use magic.

Her personal freedom is restricted, and even outsiders can't stand it, but she doesn't intend to care about it.

It was an experiment, just like Hermione borrowed the Time-Turner from the Ministry of Magic. Of course, such a dangerous magical item would not be so easy to lend to a 12-year-old nerd to read. In fact, Fudge and Albus had a good relationship at that time. The key was that Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and the school was going to be blocked, so he was very good to Harry Potter's friends.

After all, Harry is the only person alive from You-Know-Who, and he has a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead because of it.

Everyone wants to see what the three little guys with the Time-Turner will do. If Harry's test in the first grade is "to find and not use", then the test in the third grade is "how to use it".

If someone used a time-turner to go back in time and kill Voldemort as a baby or toddler, what would be the difference between that person and Voldemort?

Harry was not the only child born in July, and Voldemort chose Harry only because he felt "it was possible".

She drank the tea in the cup, the tea soup reflected her face, the dark liquid reminded her of the liquid in the Pensieve, but there was no moonlight in the tea, and there was a middle-aged man whose face was paler by the moonlight up.

He didn't pretend to be righteous and not afraid. It was because he was afraid and subconsciously protected the three of them that she felt that he...

"What are you laughing at?" Leyla asked.

"It's nothing." She said coldly, and took a sip of tea.

"Are you thinking about the first ruling?" Leila asked innocently.

She still maintains the smile she has practiced for decades.

"I heard your father was in the lumber business?" Georgiana asked.

Leila nodded.

"I'm going to redecorate a palace and have your father come to Paris."

"Palace? What palace?"

"Baghthir Palace."

Leila was confused "Where?"

"How do I know, I haven't seen it either," said Georgiana lazily, taking another sip of her tea.

Too bad Leyla couldn't get away with a coconut-flavored ice cream, even though Leyla was about the same age as her prefect.