Chapter 35 The Beatles

In the first Muggle Studies class in the afternoon, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor took it together again. Slytherin and Gryffindor had to go to the Muggle-related questions together to create a war. The person who arranged the class obviously Knowing this, put two aggressive schools together with two non-aggressive ones. And because of Bella Black's troubles the previous year, all Muggle Studies classes at Hufflepuff from Years 1 to 7 were taught with Gryffindors.

Lily is a Muggle-born wizard, and who knows Muggles better than her. As for Pomona, she believes that the teachers are more concerned about whether her next month's salary will be paid, so she skipped classes with Lily up.

As for Snape, holding his big nose, he went to Fantastic Beasts class full of disgust. Without that annoying guy, the relationship between Pomona and Lily immediately became very harmonious, and Lily also seemed to be very interested in plants. Interested, volunteer to come and help.

"Look!" Lily took a small daisy and put it in her palm, and showed it in front of Pomona. The petals of the small daisy opened and closed like barnacles.

"Oh my God Lily, it's amazing!" Pomona was genuinely amazed, it was the first time she had seen someone turn an ordinary plant into a magical one.

"Thank you." Lily withdrew her hand shyly, lowered her head and smiled and said, "You are the first person to praise me like that."

"No, Lily, this is not a compliment." Pomona looked at her seriously. "You have a very outstanding talent, at least no wizard I know can do it."

Lily was a little frightened, and after a long time said, "Can't even you do it?"

"I can't." Pomona nodded seriously, "I can't turn ordinary plants into magical plants. Have you ever seen a willow tree that can hit people in the Muggle world?"

Lily shook her head.

"That's right, your talent has touched an area I don't know about. You should ask the principal or an older wizard like Professor Slughorn."

Pomona sighed secretly, fortunately Lily was not intimidated by her and was brave enough to become a witch, otherwise such a precious talent would be wasted.

"Petunia says I'm a freak," Lily said listlessly. "She keeps telling me not to do it."

"You can just leave her alone, she'll never understand." Pomona put on her buckskin gloves. "Will you just stand there and play or help me?"

"Help." Lily threw away the little daisy in her palm, turned and ran to the preparation room to get spare gloves. Pomona was about to shed tears. Little daisies usually grow in weed piles, where magical plants should have been planted. Finding little daisies in your greenhouse is not at all wonderful.

"Why don't you use a wand to clean them?" Lily asked in the prep room.

"Because I'm a new student." Pomona took a sickle and chopped off a large bundle of dry reeds and dodder together. "I don't know how to use a wand."

The Splitting Curse this morning was pure luck, and Pomona didn't know if she would be able to use it next time.

"Then why did Professor Dumbledore put you in charge of looking after the greenhouse?"

"This is my talent." Pomona drove away the vixen who was hiding in the weeds with her hand, "I can take care of the plants very healthy."

"Oh." Lily said casually, she didn't know what it meant.

Mandrake leaves can be sold at different prices depending on their color. When she was buying necessities according to the shopping list that day, she saw it in a potion shop. A mandrake leaf of ordinary color can be sold Six gold galleons, if it is of the highest quality, you can sell ten gold galleons. The leaves can grow again after being pulled out, but gold is not so easy to find.

Mandrake is one of the materials of the Emotional Potion. The effects of Mandrake leaves and rhizomes are completely different. The rhizomes can cure petrification, while the leaves have an aphrodisiac effect. In order to improve it and obtain a stronger effect of fascination, Witches are crazy about it, because wild mandrakes are hard to find because of over-harvesting. Generally, potions grown in greenhouses are far less effective than wild ones, because they are carefully cared for and have not undergone natural treatment. Eliminate selection, transplant the plants in the greenhouse to the wild, many of them will not survive, and the flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand wind and rain.

"Hey, there's a radio here!" Lily said excitedly, it turned out that she was not looking for gloves for so long in the preparation room, but because of her Gryffindor nature, she was full of curiosity.

"Can it still be used?"

"I'll try it, strange, where is the plug?"

"What plug?"

"Electricity...forget it, I'll find it myself." Lily seemed to find it difficult to explain what electricity is to a wizard, so she was busy in the preparation room.

After a long time, there was a noise in the preparation room, and it seemed that the radio was still working.

"Pomona, have you ever listened to Muggle radio?"

"Occasionally." When Mrs. Sprout got sick of Ministry of Magic clichés, she would switch to the Muggle radio station, but she had no interest in "rock" at all, and every time she changed the station, she followed the tail-stepping Instantly switch like a cat.

"Have you ever heard of the Beatles?"

"What happened to the Beetle?"

"It's not the Beatles. The Beatles are the name of a band." As soon as Lily finished speaking, "Rock and Roll" rang on the radio, and then Lily jumped out with gloves on, shaking her head like a madman, laughing loudly. Very happy "Come on, dance with me!"

"You said it was dancing?" Pomona opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Of course!" Lily said loudly, waving her hands over the loud music. "Come on, Pomona, let go of your hands and feet! Let's dance together!"

Pomona wanted to dance but was afraid to dance. According to legend, men who danced with Veela would fall into her magic until they died of exhaustion. She didn't know if this magic would affect women.

"Don't be afraid, let's dance!" Lily encouraged her. This kind of happy mood was contagious, and Pomona finally couldn't resist the temptation and danced with her in the greenhouse.

Right where they had stood this morning, a house-elf had been afflicted by the Unforgivable Curse, haunted by a sadness that had suffocated her, or that had haunted her since the day she bought the wand. She was restless, and now with Lily, she felt the long-lost happiness again.

She "danced" like Lily, and all her troubles disappeared, and she wanted to keep dancing like this without feeling any more pain.

"Let go a little more, Pomona! You're as stiff as a potted plant, let go of your hands and feet!" Lily said, laughing.

Pomona felt uncomfortable, but she did as Lily said.

She felt like a dandelion, floating up with the wind, no longer bound by the soil like a tree.

The plant will die soon after leaving the roots, but the dandelion seeds will float away with the wind, and after a short journey, they will re-root and grow in the new environment. In order to adapt to the environment, there may be slight differences from the original dandelion. But she was still her, she was still a dandelion, a white, hairy plant.

"No!!"

The snow-white dream had just formed in her mind, and a burst of desperate wailing made her happy mood sink to the bottom. Dandelions need sunshine, but she was unlucky enough to be blown into the abyss by the wind, and she would never be able to take root.

"Don't go! Don't leave me!"

She heard the desperate voice say, and then Lily stopped dancing, and the radio went silent, it seemed to be broken.

"Can you use a wizard radio?" Pomona looked at Lily suspiciously. Maybe she'd broken a good radio in her Muggle way.

Lily shrugged.

"Did you hear anything just now?" Pomona felt that she might really be going crazy, and she heard the hallucination again.

"I didn't hear anything, except the music." Lily said blankly, "Should we continue to work?"

"Of course, wouldn't it work without music?"

"You're so boring." Lily curled her lips, but still picked up the cleaned weeds and threw them out of the greenhouse.

"You brought me back." After she was alone in the greenhouse again, a voice came from the broken radio, "Either live together or die together!!"

"Torn apart!"

Terrified by the hatred in the voice, Pomona raised her wand and blew it to pieces.

The wooden case gave off a burnt-like smell, slightly bitter, and she also smelled chocolate.

The dance was too intense just now, and her head felt dizzy. She had an inexplicable illusion that she was still dancing, but the accompanying music was not so "rock", very soothing and gentle.

"How does it feel?" a woman asked.

"Much better." A man sighed softly. "Thank you."

"That's really not what you said, Professor." The woman said again.

The man was silent for a long time.

"You don't know who I am." He said in a hoarse voice. "Besides, I'm not a professor anymore."

"Then what should I call you?" the woman asked.

"Severus!" Lily exclaimed from outside the greenhouse, "Why are you back?"

"I'm not interested in unicorns." Snape said disgustedly in his unaltered voice, "That damned animal is still shitting in front of so many people."

Pomona couldn't help but roll her eyes, she didn't need to look to imagine the disgust on his face as if he had eaten a fly, and worse, he had managed to destroy her unicorn fantasies.

Pomona curled her lips, Severus Snape is such a disappointing name, who gave it to him?