Chapter 2783 Spots of Youth (3)

The end of the war caught people off guard, and life suddenly switched from one state to another. Pomona thought there could be no crazier situation than this, but things still surprised her.

"Get out of the way," she said to the students who crowded the grand staircase, filling the stairwell to the brim.

When she "struggled" to the small platform on the third floor, she first saw Felix, and there was a student standing beside him. Pomona recognized him as William Weasley, but he preferred to be called He, Bill, is the eldest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley, and he is in grade 4 this year.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the first two years was part-time for Aurors. When they were away due to missions, the students would study by themselves in the classroom, and Bill would act as their little teacher at this time.

"professor!"

Pomona heard a student call her, and she recovered herself and looked up at the wall.

A freshman Hufflepuff trapped in a portrait on the wall.

She looked terrified, crying "Help" while beating the invisible "wall".

"Everyone, go back!" Pomona yelled at the surrounding students.

The grand staircase was the only way for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students to return to the lounge. They heard Pomona's warning and did not leave immediately, but continued to look at the "painting" and discuss.

So Pomona used his wand to force the grand staircase to turn.

The students crowded on the stairs screamed and clung to the railing. When the spiral staircase stopped, they immediately climbed up the stairs to other platforms, and then ran upstairs in a panic.

The students standing on the portrait platform who saw this scene immediately left along another staircase, leaving only Pomona, Felicity and Bill Weasley in the end.

"Help!" Phoebe yells in the portrait, her voice being heard more clearly because there are no onlookers.

At this time Minerva and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Patricia Linnaeus came down the stairs. This curse-breaker from Gringotts was the first black man hired by Hogwarts after the war. Teacher of Magic Defense class.

"Don't panic." Feliwei comforted Pomona, "Go back first, we are here."

Pomona didn't really leave just because of Fei Liwei's words.

"I remember she seemed to have a twin sister," Bill said. "Like Fred and George, they were twins."

"What's the girl's name?" Minerva asked Bill.

"I don't know, do you know, Professor," Bill asked Pomona.

"Her name is Joy," Pomona said.

"Well, where is Joey now?" Minerva asked.

"She's in the break room," Pomona said.

"You take care of her, don't even have an accident with her," Minerva said.

"I'll take you back," Bill said immediately.

"Thanks, I can go back by myself." Pomona said, turning the spiral staircase back, and then walking down the stairs with his hand on the railing.

She didn't understand why Phoebe came here, since Hufflepuff's lounge was also underground.

Halfway down the road, she met a dark figure.

It was a dense, rich, worrisome darkness that reminded her of the cave guarded by XZ snowmen.

"All the Slytherins are in the common room," Snape said.

Pomona threw his arms around him.

After a few seconds of silence, he reached out and patted her shoulder. Said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, we have to do our duty in this terrible thing, and do what we think is best."

But she still felt scared and hugged him tightly like a vine.

"Wilmina," Severus said, "can you walk her back to the lounge?"

"I can't send her back with her in this state," said Graplan calmly, smoking his pipe. "The whole house will be frightened by her."

He didn't move, feeling the warmth from his body, Pomona calmed down a little, and let go of his hand.

"I'm going up," Severus said, as if asking for her advice.

Pomona looked at Graplan.

"You go," Graplan said.

Then he followed the stairs and walked upstairs.

"People and animals are alike in some ways, Dean, you have to stay calm," Graplan said.

"That's not like what he said," Pomona said.

"What?" Graplan asked.

"He actually said 'obligation,'" Pomona said. Was that the Severus Snape she knew?

She raised her head, it was so crowded just now, it was a blessing that no one fell from upstairs.

So she returned to the lounge, accompanied by Graplan.

It is difficult for the world to have a real end. Although there are few dark wizards in Hufflepuff, when people think that everything is over, there is new news from the trial court that the son of old Buddy Crouch is actually a death eater. only.

He had no friends at school, he was always in the crowd, and people thought he knew someone well.

No one knows him, and no one can tell why he became a Death Eater. When everyone discusses this matter, his father Barty Crouch Sr. is always mentioned. It seems that his son became like this. Responsibility.

"Do you remember Barty Cratch Jr.?" Pomona asked Graplan.

"I remember him being on the Quidditch team," Graplan said. "He was doing very well, too. He got 12 O's in the OWLS."

"I didn't even know he was playing Quidditch," Pomona said.

"He hasn't hit since sixth grade, like most of the other kids, unlike Sirius Black, who's always causing trouble," Graplan said.

"But people who get in trouble tend to get noticed," Pomona said.

"Do you believe that Black betrayed Potter?" Graplan asked.

Pomona didn't believe that Sirius treated James better than his brother Regulus.

But the problem in front of her was enough to make her anxious.

At this time, they came to the door of the lounge. Usually, even if it was very late, some people would sneak into the kitchen to get something to eat. Now the corridor was deserted, but there were restless fluctuations coming from the door.

It is conceivable that there will be a series of questions after the door opens, and she must be prepared.

"Relax," Graplan said.

"Why don't you come?" Pomona said to Graplan.

She stopped talking.

Pomona took a deep breath and knocked on the barrel at the door.

"Dean! The dean is here!" A boy with a round face bluffed.

"I think the others have eyes, Mr. King, what time is it? Why don't you go back to the dorm?" Pomona said.

"We've heard what happened," said a senior girl. "Did Slytherin do it?"

"Who else knows such weird black magic?" said a boy.

"Where's Joey Burns?" Pomona asked.

The crowd moved out of the way, and Pomona saw Joey Burns, an 11-year-old girl whose face was pale.

The Muggle world has been peaceful for many years, at least Britain has not experienced war for many years.

"I know you're afraid, boy, wizards have gone through wars, peace is hard-won, and now we're in an event where someone deliberately stirs up terror and uneasiness, and that's what the Dark Lord is good at." Pomona Say it out loud to Joy, and to all of you "But like your Muggle Prime Minister Winston Churchill said, we must not shrink back, we must not grow weak or weary, neither a sudden blow nor a prolonged vigilance will make us When we lose confidence, we will show kindness to others, but we don’t ask for kindness from others, just like the college code says, do your own thing, don’t care what others say, as long as you can really answer yourself, you have worked hard.”

People talked about it, but Pomona just looked at Joey "Never let someone tell you what you shouldn't do, that's the house code, but it's not the same as usual, you understand?"

"I understand, Dean." Joy said tremblingly, "Can I go and see my sister?"

Pomona looked at Graplan.

"Come with me," Graplan said to Joey.

Joey trotted out of the lounge with Graplan.

"Go back to the dormitory and sleep, don't you have class tomorrow?" Pomona said to everyone.

The male and female prefects directed the younger students to go back to the dormitory, and the senior students stood in another corner of the lounge for a while, seeing Pomona standing at the door, they had no choice but to go back to the dormitory.

After everyone had gone back, Pomona breathed a sigh of relief.

Reasonable doubt must satisfy conscience, but it is not an emotional or intuitive conclusion.

The eyes of the goddess of justice outside the court are covered with cloth, why doesn't love make women blind?

She turned and left the lounge and returned to the office in the hallway.

Just separated by a wall, her identity has changed drastically. She is no longer the student wearing the yellow scarf.

She followed the door and squatted on the ground.

This night is bound to be long.