Chapter 2590 Cheese Trap (26)

Pomona came to the Slytherin cellar with a large bundle of mint.

The students are all on vacation, so she can only deliver the materials herself. The midsummer sun shone through the lake and came in from the windows that could never be opened, turning into a kind of green, completely different from the scorching sunshine when she was picking mint in the medicine garden before.

It's cool, but too dark to light up the magic lanterns even in broad daylight.

"Severus!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the Great Potions classroom.

"It's a bad idea if you go out at this time," Pomona continued. "Don't think that when the trial is over, everything is over!"

Still no one answered, so she put down the herbs, went to the gargoyle in the corner of the classroom to wash her hands, and then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a glowing object hovering around her.

She turned her head and looked over, and found that it was actually a firefly. After flying around the classroom for a while, it might feel tired from flying, so it landed on the desk and continued to shine brightly.

"How did you get here?" Pomona asked Firefly, who of course would not answer her.

But she soon discovered that there was more than one firefly in the classroom. She followed their flight path, bypassed the glass jars placed along the wall, and came to a small room behind the potions classroom. The cabinet was removed, revealing a bottomless hole from which the fireflies flew out.

"I knew it," she muttered, raised her wand, flashed it with lumos, and walked in.

Even though Snape is not as adventurous as the hijacker, he is still very curious, and many people are looking for Salazar Slytherin's secret room.

In a little while she came to a large room, without windows, but with many fireplaces, or grate chambers.

The situation inside could be seen at a glance, unless Snape used a spell to hide himself.

"Severus," she called boldly, her voice echoing even louder in the enclosed space.

"Come here." She heard his deep voice, but she couldn't tell which direction it was from.

"Where are you?"

"This way!" he said impatiently.

Pomona immediately ran over and pushed open the door.

This is a room full of fireflies, probably because the castle's underground is too humid to give shelter to these insects that need clean water. They are shining everywhere on the walls, on the ceiling, and they look like the Milky Way in midsummer.

"How did you find this place?" she sighed.

"I followed the fireflies." He pointed his wand at her. "What about you?"

"Same as you." She looked up at the ceiling. "It's spectacular."

"You know, there are caves like this in nature," Severus said. "I remember one in Australia."

"I don't want to travel to Australia just to see this," Pomona said.

"You don't think it's worth it?" Severus asked.

"It's too far away, not to mention that I already have this, and I can come to see it anytime I want to see it in the future." Pomona said.

"What if I don't see it?" Severus frowned.

"I'll pretend it doesn't exist, let's go, I brought the mint you asked for, it's still fresh."

He seemed to miss this room, or wanted to continue exploring.

Pomona grabbed his hand and pulled him away.

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Albus put a glass on the desk, raised his slender fingers slightly, and a glass bottle suddenly appeared in his hand.

"How much?" Albus asked.

"Two fingers," said Pomona, looking at the interior of the Headmaster's room, as if nothing had changed except for the tinkling silverware, as it had been when she was a student.

At this moment, she noticed the Pensieve, which hadn't been stored in the locker, and it was still emitting a silver light.

"Why don't you put it away?" Pomona asked the old Gryffindor. "Or do you miss the boys' room?"

Albus smiled and handed Pomona a glass of wine.

"Can you tell me how you plan to animate those hedges," Albus asked.

"I didn't intend to let them move. You see, although the Whomping Willow can move, its roots are deeply rooted in the ground, and it is impossible to move. Because of this, it is suitable as the guardian of the secret path." Bo Mona said.

"So what's your plan?" Albus asked.

"Teleportation, as the house-elves do every year at the banquet, teleports the sapling and the soil on which it is rooted, to an empty area," replied Pomona.

"You're going to let the house-elf enter the maze?" Albus asked.

"No, I'm going to use Floo powder," Pomona replied. "The key is to make a connection, not necessarily a fireplace."

"How are you going to restore the Quidditch pitch?" asked Albus. "Dug them all out?"

"You object to the idea?" Pomona asked.

"May I ask, how much Floo powder do you need?" Albus asked.

"I'm not going to go to Floo Peng to buy that kind of general floo powder, I know there is a Floo powder dealer, and the floo powder they sell is different from the Floo powder produced by Floo Peng. "

"I know who you are talking about. It is a company run by Wildsmith's. Do you know why Mrs. Wildsmith invented Floo powder, but Floo Peng is not run by her descendants?"

Pomona didn't answer.

"Even if it's 2 Silver Thicks, it's still a lot of income. You may know that the population of wizards is not as large as that of Muggles. It is impossible to establish a tax system, but..."

"The Ministry of Magic pays its employees with Floopon earnings," Pomona said, "but it's not enough money."

"Don't forget that there are also 'investors' like Lucius Malfoy. Sometimes, some ministers are not so willing to listen to their opinions, but they are worried that the department will not be able to operate, so they find another way."

"Will the Wildsmith family agree?" Pomona asked.

"They enjoy a lot of privileges, including being able to open a regular company and sell Floo powder that is better than Floo powder, and it is illegal for others to use it." Albus said, "What do you think of the Simith family? "

Pomona kept smiling.

"Do you believe they are descended from Helga Hufflepuff?" continued Albus.

Pomona was still smiling.

"I wish you could go to the party at their house," said Albus. "If you don't feel comfortable on your own, you can take Cedric with you."

"Why do I have to go!" She said a little excitedly.

"Come here." Albus gently, yet firmly, led her to the Pensieve. "This is a memory I got from a dying house-elf."

"Do I have to watch?" Pomona struggled.

"I think this matter is very important." Albus looked at her seriously.

She looked into the eyes behind the half-moon eyes, and finally sank her face into the Pensieve.

She came to a magnificently decorated "House of Requirement", but there were a lot of antiques in this room, and some old things that "may be useful in the future" were piled up in the room, and she wanted to throw them away, but was reluctant to throw them away.

There are two people in this room, a fat woman in a pink dress who looks like melted cheese, and sitting next to her is a handsome Tom Riddle, who is older than the Riddle in the diary A few years old, his hair has grown a bit, and there is a chilling red light in his eyes.

"He's Borginburg's clerk now," said Albus, beside Pomona. "The man he was talking to was Herbatz ​​Smith, the master of the house-elf."

"Why……"

"She's dead," said Albus. "It was her house-elf, Hodge, who killed her, and she was too old to tell sugar from poison."

"What does he want?" Pomona asked.

"At first, it was goblin armor," said Albus. "And then, you see."

I saw Herbaci Smith brought out two things, one was a gold cup, and the other was a locket with a snake logo.

Pomona could see a flash of greed clearly appearing in Tom Riddle's eyes, which turned his handsome face into a hideous one, and Herbatz ​​Smith clearly noticed it, waking up from the "smirk".

"What does he want these things for?" asked Pomona.

"I don't know, that's why I want you to go to the party. Have those two items been handed over to the Smith family as an inheritance, or do they know their whereabouts?" Albus said, "If the Smith family is really Urgar Hufflepuff's heir, they will not want Hufflepuff's gold cup."

"I see, Headmaster."

"Let's go." Albus took Pomona's hand and, as if apparating, led her away from the Pensieve.

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Labastine Lestrange brought the organizational structure of the French Ministry of Magic.

They also have the Law Enforcement Department and the Auror Bureau, but there is no Wessonkamo, and there is no Department of Magical Beast Management, Department of Magical Transport, Department of International Magical Cooperation, Department of Sports. Instead, there is a department called "Food Processing Bureau".

Before the French Revolution, the French Ministry of Magic seemed to exist, but it was of little use. Wizards surrounded the king, living a court life while also protecting the safety of the king. They began to be seriously organized in 1790.

"What kind of department is this Food Processing Bureau?" Georgiana asked Labastan in confusion, "We want to provide food for Muggles?"

"This is an order from the First Consul," said Rabastian dryly, "'Mr. Smith' destroyed several granaries in Paris, and he had to let go of Gabriel Ufral, the 'Dragon', I think. This department is about that."

She was momentarily speechless.

"Can it be merged with the Auror Bureau?" Georgiana asked.

"Aurors also have to take care of food safety?" Labastan asked.

She spread her hands and signed directly at the end of the document.

After all, this can be regarded as a "French characteristic".