Chapter 6 Letter from Owl
The poor shopping experience in Diagon Alley put Pomona in a bad mood for the next two days. During this period, she refused to talk to Pete, and Pete was obviously not in the mood for her. Get back to your old life and join Mrs. Sprout in tending the plants in the fields.
The magic of house elves can surpass that of wizards. In Hogwarts, wizards cannot apparate, but elves can. However, most house elves know life magic. If house elves live in the forest Veela is an elf responsible for maintaining the forest. Veela is born with a high affinity with plants, so every pumpkin in Mrs. Sprout's house is big and sweet.
"Okay, get some rest," Mrs. Sprout announced after a morning of gardening. "What would you like to drink, dear?"
"Black tea is fine." Pomona stood up and took off her mud-stained gloves. "It will be even more perfect with the honey cake you baked yesterday."
"Then do you want to drink tea inside or outside?"
"Outside!" Pomona pointed to the small gazebo on the hillside and said, "The weather is fine today, and the wind blows very comfortably."
"Okay, you wait for me in the past, I will come soon."
The beautiful countryside is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. There will always be one or two places that can be isolated from the world as long as you look for it in the whole of England. When Pomona walked towards the gazebo with her skirt in her hand, the desolate scenery in the distance did not make her feel lonely. This place is as vibrant as the city. Outside the fence there are a few dwarf fir trees struggling to grow, and there is a row of The skinny thorns are chasing the sun in one direction, and there are flocks of birds in the reeds. There is an inspiring and pure air circulating here at all times, which is completely different from Diagon Alley, which looks prosperous on the surface but actually makes people feel gloomy.
Durmstrang has been depressed since Grindelwald's execution, and the atmosphere of Hogwarts, which is full of Death Eaters, will also become gloomy. In contrast, Beauxbaton may be very relaxed, as long as she learns to keep a low profile, It would be all right not to mess with those annoying relatives, but when she returned to France she couldn't go back to Mrs. Sprout's house, and the holiday would be very difficult.
It's time to make a trade-off, but Pomona has never heard that it is possible to transfer between the three major magic schools.
Students graduating from Hogwarts usually stay in the UK to work. This gazebo was built by Pete's father. He likes Baroque architecture very much. The decoration of the gazebo is complicated and exaggerated. It looks like an elf palace in a fairy tale. But his job is an extremely boring Gringotts spellbreaker, who stays underground all day long.
"What kind of life do you want, Pomona?" She looked at the wilderness in the distance and muttered to herself. She doesn't like the current wizarding world, but it is impossible to return to the Veela society. Expanding the city and destroying the forest, they are hard to find now.
Some kind of change is imminent, she feels at a loss, and she doesn't know what to do, she wants to grasp the intuition, but the intuition is not always accurate, just like that day in Ollivander, no one understands She, the wand made of Veela hair was still in her bedroom.
It didn't take long for Mrs. Sprout to come to the gazebo. She hobbled over with a basket in her hand. She rarely used magic except for making delicacies. In her words, this was the weird insistence of her old woman.
"I heard from Pete that you learned to call out the guardian spirit the first time you picked up the wand, and even summoned the Patronus?" Mrs. Sprout said while making tea, and the charming tea fragrance permeated the air. When talking about this topic, I feel calm.
"Yes, ma'am." Pomona took out the cut honey cakes in the basket.
"Then why don't you use that wand? It suits you well, doesn't it?"
"Mrs. Sprout, how did you and Mr. Sprout meet?"
She raised her eyebrows, took a sip of the still smoking black tea, and then gracefully placed it on the cup and saucer. The porcelain collided and made a pleasant sound, and then said softly, "We met in school. At that time, I Almost a Squib, the Sorting Hat sorted me into Hufflepuff, and I gotta say it's a smart hat, if I'd been in another house I probably wouldn't have known him."
"How many people got married after graduation?"
Mrs. Sprout laughed.
"Oh, dear, you go to Hogwarts to study, not to fall in love. Although I don't think Dumbledore will punish students who fall in love while studying, I think you should focus on studying."
Pomona couldn't describe her feelings in words, she felt that no one would understand her.
"You're worried because of your mother, aren't you?" Mrs. Sprout patted Pomona's hand. "Worried about making the wrong choice, like her?"
"Why would someone not listen to the warning?" Pomona said sadly, "When we were shopping for a wand that day, I met a Muggle girl who knew she might be in danger at school and still wanted to be a wizard."
Pomona believes that someone must have warned her mother not to combine with humans, but she followed her heart, which turned her life into a tragedy.
"I don't know, Pomona, but I know that trying may have a 50% chance of success, but if you don't even have the courage to try, then you will fail 100%." Mrs. Sprout said softly, "Our At that time, wizards were not allowed to marry Muggles or wizards from Muggle families, but Henry left the family for me and settled here. Love will give people the courage to overcome all obstacles and difficulties, but when you decide to love someone You have to learn how to distinguish a person before you become a human being, and some people’s hearts are not the same as they show, which is why I hope you can learn from the fat monk, he has a pair of eyes that are good at distinguishing.”
"What's so good about Peeves?"
"Who knows, you can only ask him after admission." Mrs. Sprout picked up the teacup again. "Instead of worrying about the future, you should first decide what kind of person you will be. I believe a friendly and compassionate person will pass the time." Very happy, what do you think dear?"
As soon as Mrs. Sprout finished speaking, her eyes fixed on one place as if she had seen something. Pomona followed her line of sight and saw a black shadow slowly coming from a distance, and it became It grew bigger and bigger, and finally showed its original shape, which was an owl with an envelope still in its talons.
The time of fate came. Pomona stood up and walked to the entrance of the gazebo. The owl flew straight over after seeing her. Just when she thought it would hit her, it suddenly let go of its claws. , threw the two letters at her feet, and then flapped her wings with agility, flew around the gazebo, and finally landed on the table in the middle, as if she was the master, pecking at the honey cake exuding sweetness.
Could it be that both schools sent notices?
Pomona felt inexplicably surprised, and knelt down to pick up the two letters. One of the letters had the Hogwarts badge on it, representing the lions, badgers, snakes, and eagles of the four colleges. "h", the other letter has nothing, and there is no sign on the envelope, only the words "From Pomona" are written at the very corner.
"This is your father's handwriting." Mrs. Sprout took a sip of tea. "You are his daughter anyway, and he will not ignore you."
