Chapter 30 Covering with Thin Soil

The sun is bright in the morning, but the heart is dark. Historians compare the Middle Ages to a dark age, not because it is covered with dark clouds all year round.

When Mrs. Pomfrey discovered what kind of magic the house-elves possessed, she notified Professor McGonagall as soon as possible, and it wasn't long before Professor Feliway and Slughorn also came. The appearance of the Unforgivable Curse on campus is like arson. It is a very vicious thing, even if the injured is a house elf, it must not be ignored.

"Oh, my God, I'll call Dumbledore right away."

Professor McGonagall was at a loss to say that Professor Feliway looked quite calm, only Slughorn looked complicated, three points guilty, three points dazed, and four points fearful. Obviously he didn't know the situation in his college. How bad it is.

"Professor McGonagall, please don't worry, it's just a house elf, you don't need to disturb the principal." Pomona said softly, "The delay now is to strengthen the patrol. It is possible that outsiders have slipped into the school."

"Outsiders? Not from the school?" Feliwei frowned.

"I believe it wasn't done by our school students." Pomona lied out of conscience, but in fact it was a Slytherin snake who did this wicked thing. "Yesterday I went to find Professor Graplan near the Forbidden Forest. There was a little The centaurs were attacked by werewolves, if our school has a defense loophole, it would be terrible if those werewolves got in."

Pomona observed the expressions of the professors. Professor McGonagall obviously calmed down. She must know about Remus Lupin. Feliway looked solemn, and Slughorn showed horror. He obviously didn't know anything.

He was almost empty, Pomona looked down at the house elf, neither the teacher nor the students trusted him, his so-called news channel had already existed in name only.

"Did you see who did it, Miss Martin?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"I didn't see anything." Pomona said coldly, "I went to the greenhouse and found it at the door, and then I brought it to the infirmary."

"What's a house-elf doing in a greenhouse?" asked Slughorn.

"I said last night that I need to tidy up the greenhouse, maybe it has made preparations in advance." Pomona stroked its bald big head, "It said its name is Robbie."

"It's wearing a Hogwarts pillowcase." Feliway pointed to the Hogwarts badge on Robbie's clothes and said, "It's our house elf."

"Go to class, Ms. Martin, and leave it to us." Professor McGonagall finally calmed down. What could be the worst case scenario? The Death Eaters had come in, and there was nothing to do but face it.

"I want to go and see the Whomping Willow first." She stood up straight away. "It hasn't been completely quiet yet, and we will continue to work on it tonight."

"You go." Professor McGonagall had already focused on the house elf, and Pomona left the infirmary quickly.

"Pomona!"

Some distance away from the infirmary, she heard Slughorn calling her. She was not surprised at all. After all, the students of his college were most likely to cast the Unforgivable Curse among the four colleges.

"What's the matter with you, Professor?"

Slughorn ran out of breath with a big belly, and after he recovered his breath, he asked, "Answer me honestly, did you really not see who did it?"

"No." Pomona said with a smile, "I'm not Gryffindor, why should I slander Slytherin?"

"Stop playing tricks, young lady," said Slughorn sternly. "Don't think I'll appreciate you for covering me."

"Professor, I'm a Hufflepuff, and I'm still a freshman, what do you think it will do me good if I tell you?" Coincidentally, the first class was over at this time, and the hallway was gradually filled with "my cousin and I said, he can't protect me anytime and anywhere, I really didn't see anything."

Then Pomona turned and blended into the crowd, Hufflepuff was good at hiding, she didn't have to lose her life for a house-elf.

It was only at this moment that she really felt what a real war is, that is, to achieve the goal by whatever means. The Dark Lord has already extended his hand to the younger generation of wizards. If all wizards obey the orders of that lunatic, they will self-destruct sooner or later.

"Pomona!" Someone called her after walking a while, this time it was Lily.

"What's the matter, Evans?" she said politely, and Lily looked taken aback, as if she thought they knew each other well enough to call each other by first name.

"How did you come from the infirmary?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Pomona said indifferently, "Be careful recently, don't get too close to Slytherin."

She could feel Lily's enthusiasm cooling down, and she actually looked a little scary when she was angry.

"I don't think we are familiar enough to interfere with each other's friendship. Severus is my friend. We have known each other since we were young. I know him very well."

"Since you know that, why do you still ask me if all the people who are sorted into Slytherin are bad people?"

"That's because she didn't listen to advice. When did Hufflepuff produce a smart person?" A sneering voice sounded from around the corner, and it was the person being talked about, Severus Snape, "You said what I said Right, Lily?"

The children quarreled, and after only one night, they reconciled as before.

Pomona didn't bother to pay attention to these two people. She still had a lot of things to do.

"Hi, Pomona!" Unexpectedly, she met Lupine at the next corner. That's right, he is a Gryffindor freshman just like Lily, and the last class was Slytherin and Gryffindor together.

Seriously, did the person who arranged the class really think that people from the two colleges could get to know each other and become close friends by taking classes together?

"Moonface, you know her?" Lupine was accompanied by James Potter, Sirius Black, and another Pete, who looked very small and always cringed, as insignificant as Jenny , Pomona felt more and more that the hat was crazy, why was this kind of person classified into Gryffindor?

Just when Lupine was thinking about how to introduce her, Sirius Black leaned over like a dog, sniffed Pomona, and asked with a puzzled face, "Why do you have the same scent as the soap I use?"

"I'm going to see the Whooping Willow, are you coming?" Pomona asked Lupine.

"I'm sorry, I won't be passing by next class." Lupine pretended not to be familiar with her, but in fact they didn't know each other very well.

"Okay then, goodbye." Pomona waved at Lupin, and turned away from the group without looking back.

Not to mention Sirius Black, James Potter's father, Philemon Potter, was the inventor of the quick smoothing hair lotion. This best-selling product tripled the wealth of the Potter family, so he and the Black family He is no longer a porter, he is also an aristocrat now, but James Potter has deliberately messed up his hair, and his whole person is arrogant, looking like a nouveau riche.

Why didn't any of these boys look more mature?

Pomona was a little disappointed and thought, they are like green lemon pie, refreshing but slightly sour, reminding people of the price Hufflepuff must pay for making the wrong rhythm of the cylinder, being doused with a large bucket of vinegar, although the punishment is not Seriously, but that's also punishment.