Chapter 2713 Firebird Land (21)

"You, go over there." Snape directed the students of the Potions Club to stand in a circle in the greenhouse, "Arrange as I taught you just now."

The students raised their wands, pointed at a cube, and floated it up.

It didn't take long for the cube to "melt" and form something like an umbrella stand. When it fell to the ground, the "skeleton of the umbrella" formed a circle against the ground, and finally formed a protective magic similar to a hexagonal polarization.

"With this, at least you don't have to worry about setting the whole greenhouse on fire," Snape said meanly.

At this time, no one cared about his ugly words, and everyone was delighted with his "work".

The Potions classroom was arranged in the dungeon not only because it was gloomy enough, but Salazar Slytherin had predicted that many wizards would oppose him in the future, so he not only made the dungeon strong, but also set up many Strengthen the spell.

But the dungeon was not really used as a dungeon. The magic spell to prevent prisoners from escaping became protective magic. Even if someone really made the potion into explosives, and the explosion would not affect other parts of the castle.

Sunlight reacts to many substances, just like a faded mural, the pigments on it will be oxidized by sunlight. But Pomona would not agree to turn the greenhouse into a cellar. The plants in the greenhouse need sunlight, even though it is dark at this time.

"Don't stand together, the castle will close soon." Snape threatened, "If you violate the school rules, don't expect me to intercede."

"No one thought about it." Someone said in the crowd.

"You can spend your time packing your things instead of babbling like an old woman, Mr. Caldwell." Snape turned his back on the student who was complaining in the crowd, Owen Caldwell made a face, Clean up the lab table with the others.

Snape watched as they restored everything to normal, when a student's behavior caught Pomona's attention.

She looked furtive, like something shady was hidden in her schoolbag.

"What's in your bag?" Snape said.

"Women's stuff," said Laura Madeleine immediately, as if thinking it would stop Snape from searching her bag.

"You can take it out now, or you can be found out at the door later." Snape said coldly.

"Dean!" Laura looked at Pomona, looking like she was on the verge of tears.

"Come here." Pomona said tolerantly, and Laura took her schoolbag and followed her to another corner of the greenhouse.

"Professor Snape is right." Pomona said softly, "You know Filch has a new detector, and you'd better take it out now."

"It's not mine!" Laura said, handing a pink bottle to Pomona. "I don't know where it came from?"

"Isn't that what it says?" Pomona said, pointing to the Weasley's Wheezes logo.

"It's true, I swear it!" said Laura excitedly.

"Did you go to Diagon Alley this weekend?" Snape came over at this moment.

Laura looked a little apprehensive, but denied it anyway.

"I've only been to Hogsmeade, and I found this bottle of potion in the bathroom today."

"You can empty it down the toilet instead of carrying it around, and I hope there won't be a next time, Miss Madeleine," Snape threatened.

Laura didn't speak. Although she would put this kind of unknown thing in her schoolbag, she still couldn't fail to notice that Snape didn't put her in confinement.

"You can go," whispered Pomona.

Laura ran away after hesitating for half a second, as if afraid of Snape's remorse.

"Thank you, Severus…"

"It's your turn." He approached her with the same serious expression. "Where is that ring?"

Pomona didn't react at first, and it was only when he saw his black eyes that he realized what the ring he was talking about.

"Ring, what ring?" She asked stupidly, and then showed a surprised look, "You want to give me a ring?"

"No..." He subconsciously took half a step back.

"You want me to go find the ring you gave me?" Pomona took a step forward.

"It's not what you think." He said firmly, "It's the ring with the Peveryl badge."

"Oh~" The surprise on her face melted like snow, although half of it was fake.

Severus borrowed the ring that caused Albus torment and studied the curse on the ring. Pomona took the ring away while he was not paying attention. The resurrection stone on it had been used by her for other things. Stone replaced.

When the old fool hacked it a second time, Severus "borrowed" the ring again while he was being healed.

"You took it to the Forbidden Forest last night?" asked Pomona.

He didn't speak, but was examining her expression.

"Or let's go look for it." She said worriedly, "I just lost it not long ago."

"Hands up." He said seriously.

"What are you doing?" Pomona asked, but in the next second her arms involuntarily rose too high, her body stiffened like a stake.

Snape searched her, and the whole process was far from being ambiguous, not least because the fat Sprout had no room for fantasies.

"Found it?" Pomona asked blankly after he stopped.

"Stop making trouble." He seemed to be talking to a child patiently.

"Let me go," Pomona said.

Severus hesitated for a moment, but finally she freed herself from the full restraints.

"Although you're not as forgetful as the others, is it that hard to admit that you accidentally forgot where you put it? Severus Snape!"

"I didn't!" Severus growled under his breath.

Pomona is like watching an underclassman quibble after doing something wrong.

"Where did you last remember putting it?" Pomona asked.

He looked at her in bewilderment.

"Think about it, I'll help you find it!" She said loudly, looking upright.

It wasn't until Snape also felt that he might really be blaming her wrongly, and went with her to search all the places where the ring might be, and finally Pomona "found" the ring under a cabinet in the Room of Requirement.

This is actually a very simple trick, which is to put the "stolen goods" in the palm of one's hand, not to mention that a small, round thing like a ring is easy to lose, and Horcruxes cannot be summoned with the Flying Curse.

It would be difficult for her to complete the transfer if the ring had been in the principal's office. Then she saw the necklace that almost cost Katie Bell her life. It was black, not as dazzling as gold and silver, and it was inlaid with blue opals, which were not as dazzling as diamonds, but There is a fatal attraction.

"How did you come here?" Pomona asked the man behind her, feeling his breath on her neck.

"How can these dangerous things be placed where the little monsters can touch them?" His hands moved around her body, but it was different from the search just now.

She looked at a mirror in the clutter. It wasn't the Mirror of Erised, but it reflected the face of a mixed-race Veela.

"What do you think the girls are going to do with the potion?" she asked softly.

He kissed her ears, her cheeks, the corners of her mouth.

"How about coming here next time?" He invited, "It's too snowy outside."

She didn't say yes.

From the beginning to the present, Snape's godson always appears on the eighth floor, what is he doing here? Does he also know about the Room of Requirement? How do you know? Because he used to hunt down da members?

Not seeing Draco in a year had changed, and it wasn't just because he had grown taller.

She still remembered Draco who was sitting on the tree in the quadrangle, talking to Harry condescendingly, with a smile on his face at that time.

It's not so much that he has grown up, but something else has changed. Why doesn't his godfather care as much about his godson as Sirius?

Then she thought of his analogy about the misfiled book in the library, a small mistake that was forever forgotten, like the "trash" in front of her.

It seems that the career of the double agent has also encountered setbacks. Compared with everything going well, Harry looks quite enviable. Is it because he carries Felicia with him?

"When do you think Harry will drink that bottle of Felicia?" Pomona asked.

He smiled at her with the corners of his mouth curled up, and then kissed her, as if to prevent her from asking such silly questions again.

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"Let me introduce, this is the President of the Court of First Instance in Ghent, Albert Baines." Fabolt introduced a young man to Georgiana, "He is the most outstanding judge I have ever seen."

"It's an honor to meet you, ma'am." Beines said politely,

"Such a young dean is really rare." Georgiana said honestly.

If it weren't for the special background of the family, it is indeed rare to become the president of the court at the age of 40, and Baines's name does not have words such as De, Feng, and Fan.

"That's because he is familiar with Flemish jurisprudence, and no one can replace him." Fabolt said, "You should really visit his library."

"It's a pity, I didn't see it when I passed by last time." She said with some regret, although she had a lot of time to live in the castle.

"Maybe there will be opportunities in the future." Baines said politely.

"I heard you recently published a history of customs," said Farbolt.

"It's the history of Ulster customs." Baines said hastily.

"What's there for you to write about?" Georgiana asked casually.

"Ulster is a city rich in hops."

“I think we’re going to skip the beer today, how about some champagne?” Fabolt said. “It would be best with steamed mussels in white wine, which is a specialty of Brussels.”

"What time is it?" Georgiana asked, seeing that it was getting light outside.

"I'll arrange that!" said Fabolt cheerfully, as if he were a gourmet.

Georgiana was at a loss for what to say.

What will social influencers say at this time?

"Maybe you can get a pearl out of it," she said in a dying breath.

"Not all shells have pearls, Madame." Just as a pedant was about to correct her, the Genoese, who was particularly enthusiastic about Georgiana, shouted "Champagne today."

These dignitaries were not short of champagne, but responded enthusiastically to the atmosphere and cheered loudly.

What's more, what is more worthy of champagne than victory and peace?