Chapter 2515 man on a mission (eight)

"Good girl, well done, so pretty!"

As he passed the grass field, Pomona looked at the students not far away who were playing catch with his pet dog.

Sometimes people would use "she" and "he" to describe their pets. After thinking about it for a while, she no longer cared about Sirius' slip of the tongue that night.

So she took the shopping list and went to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the forest farm. The chimney was smoking, and Hagrid should be at home.

But it took a while before she knocked on the door before Hagrid opened it.

"Good afternoon, Professor Hagrid, are you busy?" Pomona looked up and said with a smile.

"No, Headmaster, please come in." Hagrid immediately said enthusiastically, "I just made tea."

Hagrid's hut was filled with the smell of animals as always. After entering the door, Pomona looked up. Thankfully, Hagrid replaced the birdcage with a wooden box, so he didn't have to worry about birds when drinking tea. The feathers of the class fell off.

"What brought you here?" Hagrid took a dirty rag, removed the kettle from the fireplace, and poured boiling water into a rough teapot.

"I'm afraid I have to invite you to Diagon Alley again." She opened the scroll, "In addition to the potion of meat-eating slugs, I also want Erika Stonewright's Eternal Cleansing Spirit, and I also want to invite you to S Mrs. Cole's store, this year I'm adding an order for all-purpose cleaner."

"Sounds like you're going to be cleaning," said Hagrid, pouring out his tea, "but I've heard that Erica Stonewright is a liar, and her detergent doesn't clean anything."

"That's true, but this cleaner is very effective at getting rid of vermin and mice." Pomona reached into the fleece pocket and found a bag of cookies. "This is our afternoon tea."

"But I have rock biscuits," said Hagrid.

"Sit down, Hagrid, we have more important things to talk about than biscuits." Pomona pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Are you going to continue to be the professor of the Protection of Magical Beasts next semester?"

Hagrid sat down anxiously, his small eyes were full of confusion.

"I heard that Hogwarts will hold the Triwizard Tournament next semester. I think Minister Fudge is very confident that he can catch Sirius Black before the next semester starts."

Hagrid looked disdainful.

"The Minister of Magic is with Malfoy now, and I hear they're going to the Quidditch World Cup final together."

"I know you're worrying about Buckbeak now, but I have a castle to clean, and I also need to design the venue, so I'm afraid I can't help you, but I'm asking you to help me."

"Don't worry, Dean, I'll go to Diagon Alley next Saturday." Hagrid took away the shopping list that Pomona put on the table.

"You've been a great help," Pomona said happily. "What would Hogwarts do without you, Hagrid."

Hagrid smiled honestly, "Thank you for saying that, Dean."

"Are you going to improve your lessons, I mean, the kids mentioned to me that they don't want to take care of the fried tails and slime worms anymore," Pomona said softly.

"I care more about Buckbeak now," said Hagrid stubbornly. "Malfoy can't win."

"I thought you were concerned about Buckbeak's life," said Pomona.

"Of course, I'm worried about it too," said Hagrid angrily, "but if you want to save it, you can't let Malfoy win."

Pomona didn't insist anymore, and she took a sip of the tea that Hagrid had brewed, which had a strong smell of ginger.

"Giggle."

There was a cry of animals behind her. Pomona turned her head and found the grass cage covered by a floral cloth shaking slightly.

She glanced at Hagrid again and saw that he was drinking his tea as if nothing had happened.

This is not the first time Hagrid has committed a crime, whether it is the eight-eyed spider that now nests in the Forbidden Forest or the Norwegian short spine dragon later.

Last year, Hogwarts also had a basilisk, which is the natural enemy of spiders, so eight-eyed spiders did not dare to approach the school.

Without the threat of natural enemies, it was hard to say what these eight-eyed spiders would do, but she also knew that it was impossible for Hagrid to destroy those eight-eyed spiders.

"I want to ask you something... have you entered the Forbidden Forest recently?"

Hagrid was visibly relieved when he heard her question, but answered dutifully.

"Of course, Dean."

"The dementors didn't hurt you?"

"Of course." Hagrid said inexplicably.

She thought it might be some kind of quid pro quo from Albus, and without asking, she revealed the true purpose of this trip in the future.

"Could you help find Ron's pet mouse?"

Hagrid looked at her strangely.

"I just saw Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley arguing in public, worried that the death of the mouse would affect their friendship."

"But the mouse's dead," said Hagrid.

"No, he's still alive." Pomona stood up. "Look for it, and I'll tell the house-elves to keep an eye out for the rats in the castle as well."

"I'll keep an eye out." Hagrid stood up too, his head almost touching the wooden box on the ceiling.

"Thank you, Hagrid," said Pomona, and left Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid walked her to the door, and waited until she was out of the pumpkin patch before closing the door.

She turned her head and looked not far away, as if it was a boundless Forbidden Forest.

"What an easy job, Sirius," she whispered, and walked towards the castle.

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During the summer vacation before the start of Harry's third grade, the Ron family went to Egypt because they won a lottery, and their photos were on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Originally, Pomona was able to think that this was Arthur's gray income, or she thought too much, they were so lucky, won a sum of money, and quickly spent that money to enjoy the family trip happiness and joy.

She looked at St. Tyrell, who was sitting across from him. As a scholar who had traveled to Egypt with Napoleon, he was also one of the first to remove Egyptian mummies from the mausoleum and bring them back to Europe. For this matter, the academic circles have mixed opinions, and even his friends Cuvier and Lachmar have disagreed with him.

These three people are also the giants of the French Museum of Nature and History, and it is nothing new for news about them to be noticed.

She once read such a story called "The Fantasy Drifting of Boy Pi". In the story, the father of the male protagonist intends to immigrate, and at the same time, the zoo is also removed, and the animals are also boarded. It's a pity that it wasn't Noah's Ark, the ship sank in the end, and the boy Pi was with a Bengal tiger, drifting in the sea.

The story has three endings, two of which are hidden.

No one can live with the Bengal tiger alone, or with the Pai alone. In order to prevent himself from becoming a delicacy for the Bengal tiger, Pie used the knowledge his father gave him to hunt and collect rainwater, and the Bengal tiger gradually understood that if there was no Pie, it would certainly have a full meal if it ate him at once, but in the end it would To starve to death.

The king of the forest became weak at sea, but he survived at last, and entered the forest before the other humans came to rescue him.

This is a story about people who want to live. Who would not want to live?

Here, Pomona has no Bengal tigers, but a Thestral waiting to "eat". Obviously she has to eat the food on the table in order to have the magical power to transform what thestrals think is food, otherwise she will lose arms and legs like Sirnoise.

Fantastic animals are inherently dangerous. In order not to become their food, Pomona takes their food with them.

According to Gamp's Law of Transformation, food cannot be transformed. It's not just food, wizards can't conjure any substance out of thin air. Transfiguration just deforms the existing substance to change its appearance. It looks like a living life, but it is not life.

In this world, this rule doesn't seem to work anymore. Anyway, she doesn't know how it changed, and turned the non-existent food into food that thestrals think is edible.

"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?" St. Tyrrell asked.

"I heard Napoleon say he ate cats in Egypt, did you?" Georgiana asked.

"No." said Saint-Tirrell, "but even scholars have grades, different salaries, comforts and food, the French academicians are the highest, they can enjoy the treatment of senior officers, others will complain that the food is not at all eat."

"But you are a French academician," said Pomona.

"I can hear a lot of people complaining about trivial things, but in fact they are treated like junior officers, much better than soldiers." St. Tyrrell said. British woman."

"You hate me?" Pomona asked.

"I planned to ask you to sponsor my research." St. Tirel sighed, "I still hope that you can continue to be the manager of the Sevres Ceramics Factory. "

She stared at him.

"You don't have that right from yourself, do you understand when I say that?" St. Tyrrell said.

"Of course I understand." She said calmly.

"Then be a smart girl."

She took a breath.

"No."

He looked at her in surprise.

"I'm an idiot, if you want a smart girl, go find someone else." She looked at Saint-Tirrell with hostility. "That's all you want to say?"

"It was just a matter of business." St. Tirell spread his hands, "It's the responsibility."

"What else do you want to say?"

"What do you think is the dish that best represents France?"

"What?"