Chapter 2715 Firebird Land (23)

"Aww."

Neville covered the wound on his face and let out a wail.

"It's just fresh." Simon Finnigan held the small medicine bottle in his hand and said, "Don't talk to girls..."

"Ahem." Pomona let out a light cough.

Then Simon stopped talking and went on dressing Neville.

Pomona shook his head where they couldn't see it. White meat was a new subject for the Potions Club, and Neville had had a gash on his face for a while, the last time he got the pimple vine tree sac in herbalism class. , when Ron and Harry's table "twice" flicked the tree sac on the back of her head.

The pain is second to none, the key is that the seeds in the tree sac are likely to get into her brain, and they have to deal with some really dangerous magic plants since they entered the sixth grade, but Harry, Ron and even Hermione are very Inattentive, the whole class is devoted to topics that they feel are more important than safety, related to the slug club.

They can actually come in after talking outside the greenhouse. Pimple vines not only have seeds that can explode, but also vines that look like thorns. Pomona doesn't fail Herbology, but few get O's, and if these honorable gentlemen and ladies remember, poor Professor Sprout taught the Cutting Charm to pruning plants, no They need to wrestle with knotty vines with garden shears.

Although Neville remembered to use a wand, his weak magic power did not have any effect on the pimple vines. He was risking injury to get the pods from the first one.

Dean Thomas felt that it was unnecessary for Neville to do this. It was just a herbal medicine class, not even an exam. Simon puts the medicine on Neville probably because since Dean and Ginny started dating, Simon can only hang out with Neville.

Slughorn's Slug Club has added a lot of anxiety to the kids, who wouldn't want to be good? And the people who attended the Slug Club party were all good talents in Slughorn's eyes. This kind of artificial "layering" made many people unbearable, especially Hufflepuff Academy, which had the largest number of fools and idiots.

There is also a "fair" question, what level is Harry's potion? Those who have been with him for so many years know very well that his grades have improved by leaps and bounds, he must have cheated "again".

Even though everyone later learned that it was Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody who put the note with Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire, but from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team at the Gryffindor trials " Prank" started, the mood seemed to be back, and even Hermione Granger was trying to persuade Harry to stop reading that old Potions textbook in time.

One of Harry's strengths is that he is good at listening to other people's suggestions, but this time, no matter what Hermione said, he would not listen to advice, and he insisted on letting Ron join the Quidditch team as a goalkeeper. When it came out, McLagan just performed abnormally during the selection.

Zacharias Smith, aware of this "wind direction", often aimed at digging Harry and those he valued when he acted as a commentator, and attracted more cheers than when he was a Chaser. Slytherin made up a song "Weasley is our king" for Ron. Just because of Slytherin, he didn't need to use a megaphone or amplifying spell, and the singing in unison didn't make much sound, but with Hux The effect of singing with Fu Puff is different.

Speaking of the chorus, Pomona did not expect Slughorn to invite Astonia Greengrass. Her impression of Greengrass was that she was quiet, beautiful, and joined the chorus. Astonia is not yet the lead singer.

Even if the fifth-grade students were invited to make up the number, they should find some decent ones. Pomona really didn't understand what criteria Slughorn used to invite Greenglass.

No Hufflepuff was invited, and no Hufflepuff wanted to be at the Slug Club, just like when the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw girls were trying to get Harry to invite themselves, Hufflepuff None of the girls involved was the same.

It may be that times have really changed, and what Slughorn had worked so well before the 1970s has become unresponsive, even awkward and uncomfortable.

"Dean!" A first-year freshman appeared at the door.

"What's the matter, Mr. Wally?" Pomona asked.

"The principal is looking for you."

Pomona put down the garden shears in his hand, put the hellebore back in the pot, patted the dirt on his hands, and immediately went to the principal's office.

Even though Albus asked the students to sing the school song in their favorite tune, and the "chorus" effect was like magic piercing, Pomona still hoped that he could stay in the headmaster's position for a while, and she couldn't imagine the next successor. Who will be the headmaster.

In fact, it is not completely legal for Filch to use detectors to check students' schoolbags. Hogwarts is a school, not the Ministry of Magic, and requires strict security.

But he probably had Albus's tacit approval in doing so, after all Albus was away for a lot of time this term, and it would be a disaster if there was another chaos like the end of fifth year.

"You're looking for me, Headmaster?"

"Sit down, please." Albus said with a smile on his face, maybe Severus' potion had worked, Albus looked much healthier, and his movements became quick and powerful again.

"No Pensieve today?" Pomona asked.

"Let it rest for a while, let's talk about other things."

"About what?"

"I heard a new song recently." Albus hummed like a fool for a while, and it was "Weasley is our king".

"The man who made up this song is a genius, isn't he original?" said Albus.

"Even if he's from Slytherin?" Pomona asked.

"I have benefited a lot from traveling during this time, and it reminds me of when I was young." Albus said methodically, "In addition to meeting a lot of people, I also heard different ideas. Some people agree with the Dark Lord's idea." experiment."

"Who would approve of murder?" said Pomona in disbelief.

"As I said just now, travel has benefited me, and I understand that there are people in this world who have different views and opinions from mine, while the Dark Lord believes that power allows him to change the world's right and wrong like manipulating Quirrell." Albus said .

Pomona suddenly remembered Harry dancing with Parvati at the Yule Ball, and he was manipulated by his dance partner.

"We should pay attention to the opinions of those around us." said the wise Albus Dumbledore, "especially those who are easily swayed by rumors and cannot make up their minds."

"You think there's something wrong with my house?" Pomona asked.

"I didn't say that." Albus looked at her sincerely.

"Is it because we're not so friendly anymore?" asked Pomona.

"It's your freedom to show friendliness to whomever, but beware of temptations that seem wonderful," said Albus.

"You always drop such nice sentences, Albus, but I think you should pay more attention to Harry than to worry about our problems. I heard you are giving him private lessons, aren't you? Did you know that he seems to be obsessed with an old potions textbook lately."

Albus said nothing.

"Instead of working hard on his own, he chose a 'shortcut'. Black magic is nothing but a shortcut to gain power. I remember Harry once used the Cruciatus Curse on Bellatrix. No one is perfect, we are not perfect. Harry was not asked to keep calm in that situation, but if he wants to regain Hufflepuff's friendship, he must first change himself, and we will not change our existing attitude before that."

Albus sank into the armchair like a chess player lost in thought.

"Did Harry use any other Dark Arts besides that one?" Albus asked after a long while.

"No," said Pomona. "We want to level the playing field. Doesn't he have enough Firebolts?"

"Do you want 'fairness' or 'winning'?" Albus asked.

"Don't you want to ask?" Pomona asked.

"About what?" Albus asked back.

For example, the opinions of the children are influenced by her, and she cannot make a fair judgment because of love.

"You've definitely changed," said Albus evenly. "You didn't speak your mind before."

"I thought having one rebellious guy was enough."

"Love is powerful enough to be blind, but I don't think you'd involve other people in it." Albus whispered "You're not like that."

Pomona smiled.

"Are you a prophet too?"

"No, I think I have lived to this age, and I still have a little sense of people." Albus raised his voice a little. "You will be happy."

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Georgiana doubts this very much now. She obviously feels that she is not as happy as she used to be.

She was lying on the bed and thinking, Sir Bacon once said that traveling, especially juvenile traveling, is not just about being there, he should also take a mentor or a reliable follower, because then the mentor will tell him that country How to see, who to meet, or how many books or maps he should read before setting off, these books will be a good guide for his visit and observation.

In fact, what I have heard about Ulster is not only the rich hops there, but also the local carnival, but Baines chose this topic.

Being young and promising is often inseparable from being young and vigorous, but since he was introduced by Fabolt, she will temporarily keep his file, so that it will not be like a wrongly filed book in the library, just because of a small mistake And forget it.

How can anyone like this day after day, walking on eggshells?

At this time, the Hu Meizi who didn't know where to hide uttered another cry.

She decided to bear it any longer, maybe it would fly out by itself later.