Chapter 2536 Smoke and Mirror (2)

From the night Sirius Black broke into the Gryffindor common room, Filch had plugged every gap in the castle.

But his method doesn't work very well for mice, those little things can "fly into the sky and escape from the ground", and Pomona doesn't want the girls in Bray Barton to wake up one night to find a mouse in their bed.

"Ew~" She looked at the "waves of rats" locked in layers of mouse traps, which were "turbulent" like ocean waves, and felt goosebumps reappeared.

"Did you find Scabbers?" asked Hagrid happily, for Buckbeak had been fed several dead minks hanging from his body.

The weather was hot, and the flies began to fly around the dead minks, not only making annoying buzzing noises, but also emitting a foul smell.

It wasn't that she couldn't stand the cleanliness of Hagrid and his cabin, but how was she going to cook three meals a day for thousands of people at Hogwarts while thinking about rats and dead minks?

"No." Pomona shook her head in pain. She felt that even if she really caught Scabbers with the Summoning Charm, she would immediately throw it on the ground.

"Mr. Longbottom will come to help you tomorrow," said Pomona.

"Okay," said Hagrid, whistling at Buckbeak, who came over immediately, eyes fixed on the dead marten in Hagrid's hand.

"Come on, Hawkeye."

Buckbeak approached, and then Hagrid threw the dead mink into a large wooden bucket, then dumped the rats in, and Buckbeak had another "big meal".

Pomona couldn't look directly, said goodbye to Hagrid, and went back to the castle.

She didn't call Neville around, she just asked him to do a little favor, not to mention he shared a dormitory with Ron, if he was afraid of mice, how could he live with Ron?

As she passed the conservatory on the way back, she thought about Ron Weasley again.

Even with Hermione's help, his grades only improved slightly, but his situation was different from Neville's, and he was not focused enough.

In the herbal medicine class, he peeled the pods, and peeled the feeling of a housewife peeling chickpeas. He peeled the beans while chatting with people, and the beans were scattered all over the ground.

He was an ordinary boy in every way, without any special talent, not as famous as his friend Harry, and his family was so rich.

In the first grade, Harry took him to see the Mirror of Erised, and he saw himself holding the House Cup in the mirror. As far as an 11-year-old child is concerned, this is their "ambition". It's a pity that Ron didn't make the school team, let alone his "brother" is a Seeker.

Pomona suddenly wanted to go to the Mirror of Erised, but it might distract her. The exam week is getting closer and closer, and the exam schedule has also come out. The third grade Herbology exam is on Wednesday afternoon, History of Magic in the morning, and Astronomy class at midnight on Tuesday.

Even if History of Magic cannot be passed "sleepwalking", no one, including the teacher, cares about the grades of this course.

She glanced at the sun, there were still some clouds today, but she didn't know if the weather was so clear on the day of the exam, and the sun shining through the glass would still make people's skin hurt. It was not comfortable to stay in the greenhouse at this time.

Pomona placed her main office in Hufflepuff's cellar. The advantage of being semi-underground is that at least a little sunshine can be seen, instead of being cold and dark all day long like the bottom of the lake where Slytherin lives.

After returning to the office, she went to the kitchen to get a vanilla ice cream, then put her feet on the sofa, enjoying the leisure while eating the ice cream.

"Aren't you busy?" Old Bat said as he wandered past her office door.

"I need to rest!" she said coldly.

"Where are your athletes?"

"The exam is coming soon, after the exam is over..."

"They'll be eager to pack their bags, get on the train, and go home for the summer holidays," said Snape softly, "except for Mr. Harry Potter, who doesn't like holidays, and his friend Hermione Granger, who looks forward to the teacher Homework."

"Oh~" Pomona suddenly realized, "Where is Harry going this summer? Or go back to Privet Drive?"

"His mother's spell protects him until he's 17, and until then he has to stay at the Dursleys, no matter how 'unpleasant' he is." He pursed his lips tightly. "No one wants him to be the same as last year."

"You mean run away?" asked Pomona.

Snape glared at her.

"Okay, I'll call out the 'athletes'!" She said weakly, put the ice cream on the table, and came to the lounge not far away.

It can't be said that Hufflepuff is completely uncompetitive, such as Zacharias Smith, he really wants to be a seeker.

Cedric wasn't just a Seeker, he was the captain and he could decide who played and what formation. This was originally the power of the dean. For example, Minerva made Harry an exception to become a Seeker, and Pomona gave this power to the Quidditch captain.

In short, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team is facing chaos because of the "renewal" issue. Since the last game against Gryffindor was attacked by dementors, Hufflepuff has become obsessed with yoga and skipping rope. This was what Snape saw when he walked in after the lounge door opened. Originally, they wanted to practice yoga and listen to soothing music. The magic plants that could sing in the lounge were singing, but suddenly they seemed to be choking on their own saliva, and they collectively fell silent after a violent cough.

She couldn't describe that scene in words, and it was unforgettable for the rest of her life. Sirius said she was a bad commentator, and she might be right, she really couldn't find the right adjective.

"Quidditch players, please gather in the atrium~an important announcement~" Pomona said softly.

"The exam is coming soon, the dean..."

"I'll give you half an hour," Snape said. "Don't worry about the Potions test if you're not around then."

Then he tugged on his robe and left in a very imposing manner.

"He can't do that," Susan Burns said. "We can sue him."

"Well children, listen up," said Pomona gravely. "We've lost in too many areas, except Herbology and Care of Fantastic Beasts..."

"We're losing Care of Fantastic Beasts," someone murmured in the crowd, but Pomona didn't see who it was.

"That's why I asked Dean Snape to help. He has new tactics and tactics that can defeat Gryffindor," Pomona said.

"What's the use, Harry Potter has Firebolts," said Zacales.

"That's why we're going to listen to him. Go, go, all." Pomona urged, "Don't stay in the lounge."

The Quidditch players had no choice but to put down their quills and left the waiting room.

"Why doesn't the head of Slytherin train his own house?" Sharpie asked.

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Should we stay in school for summer training?" Cadwallad asked.

"Oh~"

Everyone howled.

"No, the Quidditch pitch is being used for something else this year," said Pomona.

"Yeah~~" Everyone cheered.

Pomona couldn't help laughing, maybe Harry Potter is the only kid in the world looking forward to starting school soon.

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Cheers came from afar and could be heard through the car window. Georgiana actually wanted to watch the game, but unfortunately there was no commentary and no radio.

"Who did you bet on, madam?" Matilda asked.

"Jet devil," Georgiana replied.

Matilda looked out the window, and there was a conspicuous column of black smoke rising into the sky.

This is different from the white smoke emitted by the Hogwarts Express. In fact, it does not need to emit smoke, mainly for camouflage.

She listened to the familiar yet unfamiliar roar outside, fortunately Remus was also in the car that day, otherwise she really didn't know what would have happened.