Chapter 47 The Honey Badger's Conspiracy

"Get out of my sight, don't let me see you again!"

Waking up by such an angry voice early in the morning, she had a strong intuition that today would be a very bad day.

This melancholy mood was brought to the breakfast table by her. She absent-mindedly stirred the pasta on the plate, feeling that she had no appetite at all. The people around stayed away from her to avoid being infected by her emotions. Only Pete was still there. Would love to come and talk to her.

"Melancholy girl, what's the matter with you?" Pete came over with a smell of cigarettes, obviously he was smoking again.

"I feel like I've lost that power."

"What power?"

"Alive." She ate the noodles on the plate like chewing wax, unable to taste anything.

Pete slapped her hard on the back of the head, making her cry out in pain.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, are you going to Hogsmeade with me?"

The courses at Hogwarts are actually not tight, it's just that the first week of school is very busy to get everyone back to study from the holiday state, and the new students need to get to know as many teachers as possible, so everyone is non-stop.

There are two days off on Saturday and Sunday. In the second week, there will be two classes in the morning. As long as there is no Potions class in the afternoon, everyone will have more time to do what they like.

Love is also a business. Get married and have children as soon as you graduate. This will increase the population of wizards. People who don’t care about it can join various clubs, such as Quidditch, Death Eaters, and Slug Clubs. Remember to go back to the dormitory at the specified time.

"We have an astronomy class tonight, maybe it will be very late." She said exhaustedly, and after pretending to go back to their respective colleges with Snape, she went to check the construction status of the secret passage under the Whomping Willow, a phoenix The members of the club communicated with the mink on the spot. This kind of animal, which looks similar to a ferret, can speak human language. According to the schedule, they can go to the "beast cage" by tonight at the latest.

"Susan told me you have a surprise for me, what is it?"

"You'll know in a few days." She looked up at the owls circling in the sky, could they bring in something as big as a broomstick?

"Oh, professor, your tone of voice is like asking me about the grades of the quiz. You will know in a few days. Come, let me show you something." Pete looked around and made sure that there were no professors around. Just put a piece of parchment on the table.

"What's this?"

"Secret Road Map." Pete said in a low voice, "This is a secret that Hufflepuff has passed down from generation to generation, and it has been a thousand years."

Badger is good at making holes, and making holes requires a lot of magic related to soil. Pomona suddenly has a new interest, and she wants to learn magic related to soil.

"Where did you get it?" Pomona watched as he unfolded the map. On it were the corridors and rooms of Hogwarts, even the headmaster's office.

"Ah, don't ask." Pete reminded, shaking his fingers, "If you don't know, Pringle won't get information from you."

"Aside from waving a whip, what else can he do?" As soon as she finished speaking, someone's cat ran up to her lap and startled her.

"Legiliency." Pete had an unbearable expression, "I really don't know who gave him the power."

"What do you think of us driving him away?" The civet cat Pomona was holding seemed to like being scratched on its chin, meowing as it rubbed against her.

"I hate him too, but we have to deal with things one by one. How about we go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Pete pointed to a secret road on the map. their storage room."

"Why is Xiu here?" Police Pomona frowned. "Could it be for theft?"

"They put so much food, even if we don't go, other animals will go." Pete furtively put away the map.

What kind of nonsense is this?

"Yesterday I heard a girl was pregnant. She said Pete did it. Did you do it?"

"What? What does Merlin's chair legs have to do with me?" Pete seemed to be scalded by boiling water. "And so many Petes, how do you know she's talking about me?"

"Who told you to do such a hideous thing!"

"It's not like you don't know that I like Angie."

"Come on, Pete, I've asked others, you have played well with many girls, you can't do this." She hated his way of playing with the world, and she hoped that he could be more dedicated.

"You are so funny, why do you control my life?"

Pete smiled strangely, as if he thought it was a waste of time to continue chatting with her, and left without even eating breakfast. Pomona didn't know if this was called a bad breakup.

After being squeezed out by the towel, the hot water flowed down the back into the bathtub again. She looked at the two familiar and strange reflections in the mirror and felt confused. Who were they?

Time passed in silence, they didn't have any conversation, or they had nothing to talk about, only a clock made a regular sound to record the time.

Without the excitement of the school and the constant troublemaking students, it felt like something was missing, or, as the Weasley brothers said, less fun.

Dorian Graplan believes that Dementors are resurrected dead people, so his emotions are confused, only interested in human emotions, and she used the Resurrection Stone to resurrect one.

In that fairy tale, the girl who was resurrected was emotionally confused, and finally died in depression, so is she a wizard or a Muggle? Sometimes she felt that the monster in the cloak was quite similar to the Grim Reaper.

"Is it really that fun to play with Lily?" he asked suddenly. "She still insists on cooking in that Muggle way?"

It's not like you don't know that once she makes a decision, nothing can bring her back. That petite woman is more stubborn than anyone else.

"Professor Sprout, who is good at food magic? Even the Carlo brothers and sisters have been deceived by you." He laughed strangely. "They call you sweetheart."

That's because they graduated in 1970 and just missed the show!

"It is said in the book that if you are with Veela, you will be plagued by bad luck and disease. Maybe it's just like what you said, I will die early." He put down the towel and began to slowly stroke the skin on her back with the back of his hand and middle finger "The Dark Lord used to say don't just live, you can eat oatmeal and live forever, but that's not a real Slytherin, if the price of surrender is mediocrity, then die with honor like a noble , I thought I could do it, but when Dumbledore raised his wand I begged for mercy."

The hands that used to play with caterpillars, toads and poisonous snakes began to swim on her body, and then he clung to her body, whispering like a snake in her ear from behind, "I want to live very much, but not like I was in Spider's End alley." A way to live, I want to be like Lucius, have a beautiful wife, people can be educated to sit at the table and eat, my mother used to cook at home and never used a wand because my father didn't like it, and they often fight , as if even food couldn't shut them up."

He finished whispering on one side, then switched to the other side and whispered, "Magic changed my life. Do you know what I was thinking when you first used your wand to conjure a table of food?"

He adjusted the mirror so that two people appeared in it at the same time. "The Mirror of Erised can make people see the most urgent and strongest desire in their hearts. This is what I saw at the time. What did you see? "

Same as what you see.

"You are not the sleeping beauty waiting to be rescued in Muggle fairy tales, but the witch who wrapped the entire castle in thorns. We are not good people, why should we care what other people think?"

He raised her chin and made her look into his empty eyes. "You're not my mother. I'm going to tell the Dark Lord to do what my heart desires. Are you going to stop me?"

Even if you want to, you can't do anything.

He smiled smugly as soon as the thought occurred to him.

"Are you there?" He raised his wand. "I have learned the silent spell of Legilimency."

mean!

He stood up and began to unbutton his clothes.

"Let's play something different today, my dear, and no one will bother us, because they think I am very pitiful now."