Chapter 561 old school

"professor."

Pomona followed the sound and saw Neville coming out from behind a bush of biting vines.

"Good evening, Professor Longbottom," she said, smiling.

"I just saw Professor Snape leave."

"You didn't disturb us." She continued to look at the snow outside the glass. "The greenhouse is yours now, Neville. You are the Herbology professor at Hogwarts, and we are guests."

"Are you guys OK?"

Pomona touched the black swan necklace around her neck.

If the white quill is stained with ink, it will turn black, and the white swan will also turn black. The murder made Severus' soul no longer as pure as it used to be.

Regardless of what Albus Dumbledore said about whether helping an old man from pain and disgrace would hurt his soul, Albus lied as much as Grindelwald did.

"Justin's grandpa, he likes this greenhouse very much." Neville said suddenly, "He also visited Hogwarts Castle, do you know what he said?"

"What did he say?" Pomona asked hopelessly.

"He was very happy that Justin came to Hogwarts to study." Neville said, "If the Dunkirk evacuation does not succeed, all the men will stay on the other side of the channel, and the island will be protected by scouts." , On the battlefield, he saw a lot of broken limbs, but compared with those broken bodies, the broken soul is uglier and uglier, and the soul cannot have prosthetic limbs. His grandson protected this land like a soldier. Justin's soul will be 'executed' if they stop Gua School, and they can sell anything as long as it's for their own future."

Pomona looked back at Neville in surprise.

"Churchill led the British army to win World War II. He was a national and national hero. However, Churchill was quickly abandoned by the people in the general election after the war. Before he came to power, it was the surrender faction led by Chamberlain who controlled the Conservative Party. The appeasement policy was not just On behalf of his personal attitude, to a greater extent, it was put forward in response to the demands of the people. The people will not like war, no matter what mediation he has tried to do, it will not help. When there are robbers bullying the door, only resistance is the only way Way, Justin fought like a scout, he's proud of Justin."

"Thank you, Neville." Pomona breathed out. "I feel better."

"You're no ordinary woman," Neville went on. "My grandma said you've got the nerves of a dragon."

Pomona laughed, she never thought that she would be flattered by Neville.

"Hannah borrowed money from you, and she didn't waste a single silver. She said she learned it from you."

"I didn't teach her that."

"My family's income is actually not very rich. My grandma is not very good at managing money. I want to marry Hannah, professor."

Pomona was speechless.

"You can't marry a girl because she'll handle the money for you!"

"She's different from Luna, she makes me happy."

"And what about Luna?"

Neville was silent.

"Sometimes I can't understand what she said." He said after a long time, "I confessed to her because of impulse. At that time, I didn't know if I would die. I hope there will be some good things in my memory."

"Oh, Neville." Pomona said sadly.

The relationship problem is a mess of threads being scratched by a cat, and the more it is reasoned, the more chaotic it becomes. She matched Hannah and Neville to prevent Neville and Lavender from being together. Now she is not sure whether it is appropriate to make them a pair.

If it was a boy from another courtyard, if he dared to bully Hufflepuff's girl, she would definitely make him look good.

But he happened to be Neville, and she didn't know whether she should bless her or not.

Her husband's soul was tainted after he killed Albus, and she shut the door on him when he needed it most.

No one can prove his innocence unless he proves it by death, and Albus is driving a normal will-to-live person to commit suicide in another way.

The old fool's last stage of life has also become abnormal, and he is as good at demagoguery as the leader of a cult.

Even if you have lost a lot of things, as long as you are still alive, there is hope for a comeback. Suicide is by no means the best way to solve the problem.

At the crossroads of life, we often encounter difficult and simple choices. The simple ones are very simple, just let go. Difficult choices are tiring, but it is this power that makes people's souls strong.

"Don't you agree?" Neville asked tremblingly.

"I won't judge you," said Pomona slowly, telling Neville what Albus told her. "I won't say you made the right or wrong choice, Neville, I just hope You can cherish Hannah, and be a responsible man."

"So you allowed it?"

"Although Hannah doesn't have a biological brother, she has many classmates who love brothers. If you dare to bully her, I promise they will make you look good!" Pomona waved her fist at him, "You don't want to try the badger's sharp teeth of."

Neville laughed. "Violence cannot solve all problems."

"But sometimes you need it." Pomona continued, "Although Hufflepuff is timid and timid in most cases, who do you think is a coward at critical moments?"

Just as Neville was about to speak, a harsh voice sounded in the darkness.

"It seems that you have not only inherited the white wizard's stupidity, but also his good eloquence."

Pomona and Neville looked over, and a pitch-black old bat appeared. He was dressed in darkness, covered with an evil aura, and his face was as pale as a vampire.

"Since when have you been as brave as Gryffindors?"

Pomona looked at Neville, he was a Gryffindor, how would he react now that he saw his old Boggart?

"Good evening, Professor Snape." He said politely, then turned around and wanted to leave the greenhouse.

"Is someone giving you trouble, Longbottom?" Severus asked suddenly.

"I can handle it." Neville said lightly, "I won't bother."

Pomona watched Neville leave the greenhouse.

"Even if he wields the sword of Gryffindor and killed Nagini's hero, he won't be clean if he sticks with Lucius Malfoy." Severus said coldly, "Mediation may not always be of no avail. .”

"I will go with you in this battle." She said without doubt, "I will not stay at home like Sissy and worry about it. Besides, Justin is my student, so of course I will protect him."

"Are you not afraid anymore?"

"Of course!" she yelled. "I always think about Tonks and Remus, and Teddy, what will he do if I die?"

"Shouldn't you go and see Wilmina? She's taken on the dean's job in your absence."

Pomona shuddered when she thought of the "female school doctor" with a pipe in her mouth, with an unconsciously terrified look on her face.

"You still say you're brave." Severus said sarcastically, "Coward."

"You don't understand." Pomona clutched her stomach. "She and Minerva are not the same."

Minerva is stern but softly feminine, and Wilmina Graplan is the "Iron Lady" who will give Pomona a hard time.

Elopement is not a good thing, don't learn it, this is Pomona's personal experience.

"Don't go if you're not feeling well." Severus looked at her and said, "The battlefield is not for women."

"Tonks didn't say that," she gasped. "At least she died with Remus."

"Either die together, or live together?" he said, "Don't you regret it?"

Pomona shook her head.

"I won't leave you."

Logically speaking, he should come over and give her a kiss to celebrate after saying such lingering love words, but he just stood there and didn't move.

"Maybe, I could write a book," Severus said. "Didn't Harry Potter get away with my old textbook?"

"The House of Requirement is on fire."

"I have a magazine and printing rights. I'm no longer that poor student." Severus smiled confidently and folded his arms. "Let's go, my lady."

Pomona walked over and took the headmaster's arm, but they didn't Apparate.

They left the greenhouse as if they were taking a walk after a meal, and wandered by the silent Black Lake:

Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing. Conservation is not necessarily wrong, and the majority is not always right. The key is to find your own position.

This is where game theory gets interesting.

That's right, Chamberlain was on the side of the majority of public opinion, but he still lost to Churchill. Numerical models can only predict a rough idea forever. The real situation may not be as deduced by mathematicians, because everyone is a "variable" , no one knows what kind of storm that little butterfly will stir up.