Chapter 2787 spots of youth (seven)
Emily Taylor was in fifth grade, and when Pomona saw her in the hallway, she almost thought Bellatrix was back.
Everyone who saw her stepped aside, regardless of gender, only one Slytherin girl was too focused on the book in her hand to see Emily appear, and then they bumped into each other.
"Are you blind?" Emily said fiercely, and then pushed the Slytherin girl aside, literally, the Slytherin girl was thrown to the ground like a piece of paper.
Emily looked at the girl with contempt, and then left with her friends.
Pomona shook her head secretly.
If Bella didn't know how to push with her hands, she only needed a look to scare away the person who bumped into her.
With the courtyard skirmish making no waves, Pomona continued on to her destination, the medical wing.
That is to say, Charlie, the second son of the Weasley family after Bill, also entered Hogwarts, and was also sorted into Gryffindor, and is currently in the second grade. He joined the Animal Training Club, and though so far he was only doing things like putting Kettleburn's swallow-tailed dogs through fire hoops, he was causing quite a bit of trouble.
For unknown reasons, the ring of fire exploded, and several people were injured by the explosion. All of them were sent to the medical wing.
Fortunately, it was just an ordinary burn, and ordinary ointments would do. I remember holding a large bundle of herbs when Pomona came.
"Bobby, come and help me," Pomona yelled through the double-door door, which she couldn't open with too many herbs in her arms.
Not long after, the door opened, and Pomona almost squeezed in.
"Come on, help me hold it! I'm exhausted." Pomona said, stuffing all the herbs in his hand to the other party, then pointed his wand at himself, and cast a cold wind spell.
The summer vacation is coming, and it is really hot to wear such thick clothes, especially after walking around outside.
She was about to complain, but found that it was not Madam Pomfrey who opened the door for her and took the herbs in her hand.
"Professor," said Bill Weasley, "where's Phoebe?"
"What can you do, Weasley?" said Pomona.
"I have a few questions about the painting," Bill said.
"As a student, this is not something you should inquire about." Snape said to Bill angrily, "Visiting time is up, get out!"
Bill may have seen that the situation was not good, so he left immediately.
After the door was closed, the entire medical wing was silent.
"What about the others?" she asked after a while.
Snape ignored her and put the herbs on the ground by the door.
For a while she found his anger unbearable, but when he looked up at her, there was a gentle look on his face, which put her at ease.
"What about the others?" Pomona said.
"Bobby gave them medicine, and went back to the dormitory to apply it himself." He said, "Compared to this incident, there is one thing you must know."
"What?" Pomona asked.
"Did you know that Bill Weasley has a crush on Emily Taylor?"
"What?" she said in surprise.
"He hoped to impress her, so he inquired about Miss Burns, and as far as I know, Leta Kiester seems to be planning to give her an internship if she breaks the news about the portrait curse to Lita Kiester. ster."
Pomona was bewildered with anger.
"How could Bill do such a stupid thing!" said Pomona.
"He's not that crazy just yet, but Miss Taylor has that plan, even though she doesn't know Bill has feelings for her," Snape said.
"So it's all your guesswork?" Pomona asked.
"This is not the fact you want to prove. The logic is very simple. You should take precautions." Snape said.
She is hesitating.
"I know you won't believe it." He walked over, lowered his head, and whispered in a voice that the two could hear, "If a man loves a girl deeply, he will do anything for her."
She raised her head and looked into his eyes, feeling dark in front of her eyes and losing strength in her legs.
He stretched out his hand to stop her waist, if it was called a waist.
She was stuffy and out of breath, clutching at his robes, feeling cursed.
He looked into her eyes.
"It's not hard, is it?" he said, sounding a little defiant.
"What's not difficult?" She said with difficulty breathing.
"Look at me." He said almost cheerfully.
She thought she was going to be haunted by nightmares.
"When you talk to someone, look at him, don't you?" Snape said, staring at her.
She still felt weak, but the feeling of being out of breath was gone.
He was very considerate and helped her to sit on the hospital bed beside her.
"You don't need to believe me, and I won't give you any evidence. You just need to know that if you really care about Miss Pence, don't let her become someone's gossip."
After he finished speaking, he walked away, but he did not leave the medical wing. Instead, he was sorting out the bottles and jars in the medicine cabinet.
Letaquist never cared whether her article would ruin a Muggle girl, she only cared about the sales of the newspaper, especially in this peaceful age when there was not much news to write.
Pomona lay down on the hospital bed.
"Severus," she called weakly, "get me a glass of water."
"There is a kettle next to your bed." He said coldly, "Besides, you can use clear water like a spring."
She wasn't really that thirsty either, she just wanted to appear delicate.
Phoebe has been very silent since she was rescued. She was originally a sweet girl who liked to hold plush toys.
Pomona didn't want anyone to disturb her peace, especially Rita Kester, who really wanted to use an Avada Kedavra.
"Did you use the Unforgivable Curse on the Death Eaters?" Pomona asked.
No one answered her.
"The Unforgivable Curse, no matter how many times you say I'm sorry, you can't be forgiven." Pomona said to himself, "What you once had will be lost because of this curse, and it will never come back."
Like Harry's toy broomstick, it's an expensive toy that most wizarding kids, even with both parents, wouldn't dare think about.
He could have had what he wanted like Draco Malfoy, and didn't have to be jealous of his cousin, who had so many toys and gifts.
"Why don't you allow the Drawing Club to exist?" Snape asked.
"You're so good at guessing, why don't you guess it yourself?" Pomona said.
"The curse that turns people into paint is not the Unforgivable Curse," Snape said.
"There are no Unforgivable Curses in this world, but because of people, there are Unforgivable Curses." Pomona said "I was terrified, Severus, I almost thought that what was in front of me was not a portrait, but a portrait." It's a mirror."
"Don't say that!" He suddenly ran out from behind the cabinet excitedly, "You won't be trapped in the mirror!"
She was crying when he came running and hugged her tightly.
How much she wanted to stay on as the student who only saw the colors and the picturesque views and the amazing neighbors, but, man...
She felt that he kissed her, but maybe it was her illusion that her first kiss was not garlic.
It is said that eating a little ginger lily can relieve the nausea caused by eating too much garlic and the bumpy journey. She will dig some later, and now she just wants to rest.
