Chapter 286 Forbidden Forest

The Vanishing Charm is one of the most difficult spells in the Ordinary Wizarding Orders.

This is a spell that can make living or living objects disappear. As the animals that need to disappear become more and more complex, this spell will become more and more difficult to master. For example, invertebrates such as snails are not very challenging. Big, while the mouse, a mammal with a backbone, is much more demanding.

Hermione Granger had already mastered the magic spell to make kittens disappear before the owls exam, which means that in theory the handsome Tom Riddle's body can disappear without a trace like an animal.

After the murder is completed, the corpse will become evidence that needs to be destroyed urgently. In the eyes of cold-blooded people, it is no longer a person, but a thing. In the eyes of werewolves, it represents food. Even Death Eaters like Bella couldn't use the Vanishing Curse to disappear the person they murdered. Pomona didn't believe that Pete Pedilou had the guts.

The basilisk is not life, it can be decomposed, but after killing the Slytherin's basilisk, neither Dumbledore nor Severus disappeared its corpse, it was in Slytherin's The Chamber of Secrets gradually turned to bones. It guarded the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and the castle for a thousand years, where it should be.

Aragog had a decent funeral too, at least Slughorn attended, Tom didn't even have a funeral, whoever called him a villain, no one cared what happened to his body after the First Wizarding War, It's as if he never existed.

He wants to use the Philosopher's Stone to create a new body, which involves another taboo of human beings - the human body is refined, the Philosopher's Stone is omnipotent, you can use it to live forever, you can use it to touch stones into gold, but unfortunately the Philosopher's Stone ended up But it was destroyed by Dumbledore and Nicolume together. Without the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolume doesn't know how long he can live.

There is a story in Fairy Bean and the Poet's Fairy Tale Collection. Once upon a time, there was a kind old wizard who was always generous and wise enough to use his magic to help his neighbors. He didn't tell others where his power came from, but Lied that his potions, spells, and cures all sprang from a small cauldron he called the Lucky Cauldron, and that the beloved wizard lived a long life before dying, leaving All his property was left to his only son, but this son was completely different from his gentle father. In his opinion, those who could not use magic were useless.

He refused to help others, and decided to throw the cauldron as rubbish, but that night, an old peasant woman knocked on his door, saying that her granddaughter had a tumor on her body, and the young wizard refused the old woman's plea for help. , closed the door in front of her, and there was a bang, bang, bang sound in his kitchen. He went to investigate and found that the cauldron was covered with tumors. He immediately tried to use the Vanishing Charm to make the crucible disappear. But his magic doesn't work, just like the Deathly Hallows.

If the Deathly Hallows exists, does the Cauldron of Fortune exist?

She stretched out her hand and gently brushed the potions professor's strong chest, arms and face. Could there be any history of the cauldron where he boiled the resurrection potion at Riddle's house that day?

This man was really fascinated by potions, even surpassing black magic at one point, not to mention women, but now he concentrated his energy on her. He was like the son in the fairy tale, who liked to close doors in front of others, and he was not at all helpful like the old wizard.

But when the cauldron tortured his son so much that he couldn't sleep or eat, the wizard finally couldn't stand it anymore. He started helping people just like his father did, and then the disgusting cauldron finally went back to being quiet and clear and bright again.

He said Dumbledore treated her like a daughter, in her eyes Dumbledore treated him like a son, the old fool left everything he had to Severus Snape, including his most shady secrets , he and Grindelwald are not just friends.

Dumbledore had a decent funeral, what about Grindelwald's? Where is he buried? His body is different from the body made by Tom with potion. He was born of his parents. The blue magic flame burned the non-pure-blood wizard to ashes. If Grindelwald really escaped from prison, then now and Her lingering half-blood wizard will be burned to the ground by Grindelwald, who told him to kill Albus Dumbledore.

"You're really going to get yourself into trouble, Severus." She said wearily as she lay in the warm water. "How could you agree to the old fool's terms?"

"He begged me, have you ever seen him beg anyone in his life?" Severus lay in the bathtub, offering his shoulders and chest to serve as her pillow "At least he can get a heroic farewell, I was cold and hurt, my own blood was all over my body, do you know how scared I was?"

"So you looked into Harry's eyes and your Legilimency was fake?"

"I just don't want to die alone," he said wearily, "and I thought, I lost everything."

She wanted to say he still had her, but at the time she was too busy killing, driving those Death Eaters out of her school.

The pods of the pimple vine were thrown by Peeves on the heads of the Death Eaters. Some people were shocked to death on the spot, and some people's heads were engulfed by the fat caterpillar-like green pimples. Fa looked so disgusting that she didn't think he might be one of them.

She is different from Lily. Lily was murdered, but Pomona Sprout was a murderer. It is a kind of happiness to watch her die with such pure eyes.

That night was full of screams of terror, and the wind of giants swinging their weapons, as she led Hufflepuff's children through the wreckage to fight monsters that had only been exposed to unicorns and fried tails. Luo's students have never seen that kind of battle.

To make matters worse, there were countless dementors in the night, and no one except Ernie McMillan would summon their gods for protection.

"They are my children." Pomona murmured looking into the void, "I want to protect them."

"Then what am I?" He said with a sob in his voice.

You have grown up and should leave the nest.

She stroked his cheek and thought, there is actually another way to break the curse, as long as he stops caring about her and loves someone else, but the next person he cares about, and the next person he cares about will take his place She was cursed, and he would be with the wizard with the hairy heart, rich, wise, and powerful, but he couldn't love anyone.

Add the Dark Mark on his arm, and he'd be cast out among the crowd just like Cain.

The sacrifice God wants is a broken soul.

O God, do not despise a broken and contrite heart.

If Severus Snape was a patricide, then she was his accomplice in disposing of Tobias Snape's body. A dark-hearted woman like her can't use the Vanishing Curse to conceal human corpses, and those who can do it must be cold-hearted and black-hearted.

"Will you babysit those little trolls for me?"

"I will."

"Then I am mother and you are father." She was disgusted by her metaphor.

"What's that look on your face?" Severus raised his head angrily.

"Damn, why are you younger than me?" She complained dissatisfied.

"I like older women." He kissed her on the cheek contentedly. "You know how to please me."

"Ugh~" She felt like she was going to throw up.

"Now can you tell me what you were thinking at the door?" He tapped the tip of her nose with his hand dipped in warm water. "Don't lie to me."

"Give me the candy and I'll tell you." She held out her hand to him, but he smiled maliciously, cast a flying spell, and a bloody lollipop appeared in his hand.

"Here, tell me." He looked at her face expectantly and said.

"Why do I find it so strange." Pomona looked at the lollipop in her hand and hesitated. She wanted to do it the last time she saw him smoking in the bathroom, chatting while eating candy.

"Concentrate on talking to me about the business." He said softly, "while I'm in a good mood."

She swallowed, feeling that Severus really seemed to have the ability to read people's hearts, how did he know that she was thinking about other things just now?

"It's just a hypothesis." She said while unpacking the lollipop, "The eight-eyed spider is planning to invade Hogwarts. Didn't the Dark Lord once possessed Quirrell? Harry used the Philosopher's Stone to destroy Quirrell's body." After that, you have to be attached to a living creature nearby, it may be an eight-eyed spider. On October 31, 1981, the spell rebounded when the Dark Lord killed Lily, and his main soul wanted to be possessed nearby. If there is really a soul fragment attached to Harry's body on a living creature, the main soul is much stronger than the fragment, why isn't the main soul attached to Harry?"

"Does the Potters have owls?" Severus asked.

"No, I think it's Peretus. Is he a human or a vampire?" Pomona licked a mouthful of the lollipop. The sweetness was obviously stronger than the rust, and it was within her acceptable range.

Severus smiled at her bewilderedly.

"Why do you ask?"

"Quirrell is a human, and vampires are dark creatures. Maybe Peretus can last a little longer without drinking unicorn blood like Quirrell." Pomona tilted her head while holding the lollipop and thought, "Maybe it's because After being cursed, Quirrell became an inanimate body and was disintegrated by the Philosopher's Stone, just like your basilisk."

"He looks like an ordinary person." Severus leaned closer, breathing hot like a dragon.

"It's really troublesome to define life." She frowned, trying to come up with accurate language expressions.

"Don't think about it if you can't think it out, you can feel it with your body." He seemed to be in some kind of fantasy again, and she immediately covered her lips with a lollipop.

Tiger, tiger, in the dark forest, there is a bright fire burning.

What kind of hands or eyes have made you so majestic and majestic.

How far into the sky or the abyss is the fire in your piercing eyes burning?

What kind of strength and skill squeezed the muscles of your heart?

When your heart starts beating, you can feel alive.

Albus Dumbledore collected all the Deathly Hallows, like the incarnation of death, if Severus Snape killed him, he would become a godslayer, completing the death that Voldemort has been evading and even trying to conquer .

Perhaps the old fool's refusal to leave at that white station was not because others were obsessed with him. The job of the god of death is to pick up human souls and go on to the next journey. The station is indeed a good place to say goodbye.

If the Grim Reaper was a kind old man instead of a cloaked monster like a Dementor, then everyone would be able to face death in peace.

Pomona closed her eyes calmly, enjoying the bloody kiss, but what she heard in her mind was the hoarse scream of another person.

It was all over, and she fell into the darkness, sinking incessantly, like falling into a dark blue ocean, only the water was cold, and the water in the bathtub was hot, like dead bodies and living people. Same difference.

Taboos are taboos because they cannot be touched. Why do human beings still cannot resist their curiosity and must touch those forbidden fruits?