Chapter 2535 Smoke and Mirror (1)
On Christmas Day 2004, Pomona experienced the event as a bystander when a major tsunami hit Indonesia.
The sea, which was calm one moment, set off a huge wave in the next second, swallowing the buildings, people and cars on the shore. The news was broadcast on a rolling basis on various television stations, and even the most indifferent to such events would know a thing or two.
The situation at that time was similar to Sirius Black’s arrest warrant issued after he escaped from Azkaban. The North Sea was different from a tropical resort with blue sea and blue sky. The sea water there was deep blue, not only icy cold, but also had rough waves. Even in a relatively warm summer, without a westerly wind, it is still not so easy to get through.
If it is winter, there is still heavy fog over the North Sea, which is blown to the land by the wind, covering London, Amsterdam and other cities in the fog.
Precisely because it is summer and there is no fog, it is convenient to observe at high altitude.
But fortunately, dementors have no vision, and there is actually a lot of life in the seemingly lifeless sea.
In fact, they used to be life too. Some Muggle sailors who were forced to make a living would sail the sea when the navy was not out.
Sometimes it's heavy fog, sometimes it's a storm, when their vision is blurred and they can't see the sea ahead, they will blow a device called a foghorn on the ship, and the sound it makes will be heard far away in the open sea, As if to say "here I am", let the other party avoid and avoid hitting other ships sailing in the same weather.
They will keep blowing until they are out of the area, or until they reach a port where they can land, and the lighthouse will indicate them.
At this time, even if the experienced old captain took out the chart, he could not know where they were. Fog or clouds blocked their sight, and they could not determine their position through the stars.
So they sailed to the "bright," the crew fantasizing about the beds and hot food they'd have as soon as they landed.
Ports are temporary "homes" for sailors, where they can take short breaks.
They didn't expect that it would become their final resting place, and what's worse, they couldn't find rest, and their desperate emotions became a breeding ground for dementors.
Like mischievous elves and boggarts, they also feed on human emotions, and only a happy Patronus can stand against them.
These dark creatures are not like werewolves that only target wizards. The most important thing is that Muggles are easier to "capture" than wizards. All you need is a lighthouse. Lost ships will even blow their own fog horns to remind others that they are approaching.
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"Remus is better than ever, and Severus' potion is working."
Pomona was chattering endlessly in the cave, while Sirius chewed his food, but did not speak.
Although his eating posture is still ugly, he still remembers the most basic table manners.
"But that potion was expensive, and he couldn't afford it," Pomona said.
"The snot-nosed man used him as a test subject, so he gave him a drink for free." Sirius said angrily.
"Don't call him a snot," Pomona corrected. "You can call him a new nickname."
Sirius took another bite of the drumstick.
"It would be great if it could be developed sooner." She sighed, how much less pain Remus would suffer.
"Remus was just as happy playing with us as a werewolf," Sirius said sharply.
Yeah, take a werewolf "playing" around a school full of unsuspecting little wizards.
"He couldn't tell when he was younger, don't you think Remus looks much older than his peers?" Pomona asked.
"It also depends on who the peers are." Sirius smiled sarcastically.
Sirius' condition had improved, but it was still bad. He did look a lot older, but even so he was better looking than Snape.
Draco Malfoy is good-looking, has a talent for Quidditch, and his grades are also at the top of his grade. If his character is not so annoying and bullying, he can actually become a "prince".
"The Slytherin Seeker is back for Terrence Seggs," said Pomona.
"Why are you mentioning this?" Sirius asked strangely.
"Same age, Malfoy," Pomona said. "Last year he and Harry were both Seekers, and they both rode Nimbus 2000. When they competed, they were very... ferocious, and Buggs was much more disciplined."
In other words, Bugs is a gentleman's way of fighting, and Marcus Flint is in charge of "The Beast". He and Gryffindor's captain Oliver Wood are also "same age". People are "enemies" on and off the field.
"You're a terrible Quidditch commentator," Sirius said.
"Before Harry entered school, Slytherin had won the House Cup consecutively. Maybe that's why Snape took action." Pomona deliberately paused.
"What is he going to do?" Sirius asked.
"He trains Quidditch players from other houses, hoping they can beat Gryffindor."
"You mean Ravenclaw?" Sirius smiled contemptuously.
"No." Pomona looked at Sirius with a calm smile.
Sirius was stunned for a long time before looking at Pomona as if he had "woke up", and then stood up in surprise.
"Cedric was graduating and I needed a new Seeker," Pomona said. "I mentioned it to him by accident, and he volunteered."
Sirius laughed so hard that he was rolling on the ground, she wished she could kick him twice.
"You think we can't win?" Pomona asked.
"No...you have a good chance." Sirius said, clutching his belly, "but you must learn to diet first, otherwise I'm worried that the broomsticks won't be able to carry those 'athletes'."
"Just wait and see!" she said furiously, putting away the picnic basket.
"Let's go later, Knox," Sirius said.
He looked a little pathetic, and if she left he would be alone in the cave.
"But I'm afraid people will be suspicious. There's been a lot of Death Eater and Auror activity lately," Pomona said.
The smile on his face disappeared.
"Did you find Ron's mouse?" Sirius asked.
"No...why do you have to look for that mouse?"
"When you find him, all mysteries will be solved." Sirius said seriously, "I'll send you away, Knox."
Sirius' attitude changed quickly, but it was not incomprehensible.
Pomona followed him to the cave entrance, which somehow reminded her of the boys from the other house who sent their girlfriends back to the Hufflepuff common room, except for Ravenclaw.
You're about to become a 'love brain'!
She was thinking desperately, just about to turn her head and wave goodbye to Sirius.
"Are you married, or are you dating someone?" Sirius asked suddenly.
"No." She said in a daze, and it wasn't until then that she realized that they kept talking about school, as if they were still students who hadn't graduated.
"Can you dance?" Sirius looked at the fat Pomona.
"Yes," she said flatly, "Albus taught me."
"I don't believe it, how about you dance with me?" He asked with a playful smile.
"Dancing with Veela will bring misfortune." She said angrily, just about to drill into a crack in the rock to leave.
"Who was your first love?" Sirius yelled.
Pomona staggered and stared at the guy.
"Are you crazy? Carefully lure the dementors here."
Sirius smiled and waved goodbye to her.
"Be careful on the road."
She looked at the smiling Sirius, and her heart beat violently, as if she saw the "prince" who made the girls scream again in her school days.
What is first love? Does unrequited love count?
"You are really hopeless." She turned her head, lowered her head and muttered, then continued to grope and leave.
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With a "snap" gunshot, the "Jet Devil" and the Arabian horse controlled by the Mamluk rider began to gallop together, or in other words, the rider and the horse were galloping, while the "Jet Devil" was still slowly starting.
The race attracted many spectators, and the tracks were packed with people, even though it was winter.
If the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, there will be more people.
Just like the poem written by Shelley: Winter has come, can spring be far behind?
"Let's go to the finish line." Figel said to Georgiana, and the others in the stands also waited for her consent to get into their respective carriages.
In fact, she didn't care about the result of the game that much, not to mention that the "Jet Devil" might not be able to make it to the finish line.
But she still smiled and followed Figel. After all, not everyone agrees with "friendship first, competition second".
