Chapter 630 Prelude to the Undead

There is a piano in the old house of the Black family, and there is also a piano in the presidential suite. The boys are bored and start playing the piano.

Kreacher looked very happy when serving them, he really liked these pure blood nobles.

If it was Dobby, he would definitely feel that he was called around and disrespected, but Kreacher spent most of his life like that. Rather than asking him to accept "equality", he would rather choose to treat Black family loyalty.

There was a Slytherin locket hanging around his neck, and the nobles didn't pay much attention to it, after all, it was no different from a broken one after being split by the sword of Gryffindor.

They didn't connect it to the legendary locket on stage at all.

Many of this group were young people around Draco's age, and the Dark Arts taught by the Death Eaters were much "cooler" than the subjects taught in school.

These stupid kids left the Dark Mark on their arms in a moment of confusion, but they were not as famous as Draco Malfoy, so the discrimination and prejudice they received were not as serious as Draco.

In the past, the Death Eaters killed people, and the "werewolves" disposed of the corpses. Now that the werewolves are dead, who will dispose of their corpses?

Pomona didn't want to think about it; she had done enough "cleaning up." In the eleven years between 1970 and 1981, nothing worth celebrating happened, and children today have no idea what happened to their previous generation.

This depressing and suffocating life is not done occasionally, but daily. People are often missing. Generally speaking, missing means death.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Pomona followed the voice and saw that it was Aaron Rossier, holding a glass of wine in his hand. Of course, there is no shortage of wine in the presidential suite, and there is even a temperature-controlled wine cellar, which is full of wines from various years. wine.

"The indoor air is too dull, the air in the small garden should be a little fresher."

"Sit down, please," said Pomona, who hadn't felt that way until now. The luxury apartment in South Kensington was about the size of a presidential suite. Historically, Nicholas Malfoy used the Black Death as an excuse to kill many grumpy Muggle tenants in the 14th century. Pomona hoped that the apartment or inn was not the house she was living in at the moment.

"The house elf, if I remember correctly, seems to belong to the Black family." Aaron Rossier said, "Mrs. Black once said that his cooking skills are the best in the wizarding world."

"You're visiting at Blake's house?" Pomona asked in surprise.

"I was a child, and my brother was still alive." Aaron said in a hoarse voice, "Mom felt very proud. He died in a noble way, and he didn't have to be imprisoned like a dog like Karkaroff. In the cage I hope you can understand why I'm here and not Lucius Malfoy who did the same thing as Karkaroff after the second war these kids won't listen to him .”

"Where's Roll?"

"The cemetery, he went to find some skeletons." Aaron took a sip of his wine and sighed, "They are not afraid of being bitten by werewolves."

"Legion of the Undead in Muggle London? Awesome!" Pomona said "enjoyed".

"Skeletons don't just dance. No matter how many werewolves there are, there are no undead." Aaron said with a sneer, "This planet is a cemetery."

"Can you summon bone dragons?"

"The bone dragon is useless except for its huge body. It needs a lot of magic power to maintain it, not to mention the fact that a complete dragon bone is hard to find."

"There are quite a few dinosaur skeletons in the British Museum, and they're all complete."

Aaron was silent.

"I believe that's a violation of the International Statute of Secrecy," he said much later.

"As long as their memories are cleared in time, Muggles won't care," she said irresponsibly. "Can I invite Umbridge? I'm the only girl here."

Aaron sneered and shook his head.

"Why?"

"I want to maintain a little decency in this room, Professor, or do you want me to call you Ma'am?" Aaron said mockingly.

"Just a professor." Pomona said coldly, "You don't think she's pretty enough?"

"It has nothing to do with her appearance." Aaron took a sip of wine, "Luna Lovegood was caught by the Selwyn family boy. She used to claim to be related to the Selwyn family, but something happened later, she Just put it all aside, I really have no way to be in the same room with this kind of person."

"Oh." Pomona didn't know what to say.

Doris also appears frequently in social situations, but everyone keeps her distance.

She has never been rumored to have an affair with any man, and she has never been seen to be particularly friendly with any woman. It is the kind of role where she is always seen in social situations, but she is not particularly popular.

It was the same with Pomona when she was invited before. She didn't know everyone very well, but she pretended to be very familiar. After all, everyone knew that she and Severus were Hogwarts "spies".

"It's surprising that Luna was kidnapped by the Selwyn family." Pomona murmured.

"Me too, he was confessed by Lucius Malfoy in court, I'm really afraid to hear my son's name from his mouth in the next second." Aaron said coldly.

"Oh, Lucius..." Pomona didn't know what to say.

"No matter how many times I say it, no one in my family will believe in the Second Wizarding War. Every time there is a new demon king in our family, someone will follow. I will not let the Rossier family be the same as the Black family. "Aaron said, "My brother is loyal to the Dark Lord, and I am loyal to my family. I really don't understand why my mother thinks Ivan is better than me."

Pomona thought this topic was too personal, so she didn't continue.

"Do you think 'Sir' will become the Dark Lord?" Aaron asked.

"What do you think?" Pomona asked back.

"So far, he's been doing what a normal person thinks." Aaron stared at her. "He's young for a politician."

"He's not a politician." Pomona shook her head. "He just wants to eliminate the public's discrimination against people with the Dark Mark."

"Some marks, although not as conspicuous as the Peverell coat of arms and the Dark Mark, have already been deeply branded." Aaron said, "We are not a family of dark wizards like Doholov."

Pomona didn't know what to say.

She really didn't expect that Aaron Rosier actually joined forces with Severus' gang for "decency".

"Umbridge has a lonely heart. She should get married after Azkaban instead of continuing to appear in the political arena, but who will marry her?" Aaron sneered, "She's a whore, She sleeps in the arms of whoever has the power."

"Isn't that what politicians are all about?" Pomona avoided the word.

"Not everyone." Aaron's brown eyes looked at the fountain not far away. "Maybe the Dark Lord has many shortcomings, but there is one thing he deserves to appreciate. He doesn't follow the politicians. He makes the politicians bow to him. Maybe this is The reason why my brother is loyal to him is that a real wizard should pursue power instead of playing politics like Muggles."

"Are you a wizard..." Pomona murmured.

"Many people can't answer this question correctly." Aaron said with a smile, "Even if we are separated from Muggle society, there are still many people who are influenced by Muggles. I think Slytherin is right. Wizards shouldn't be studying at Hogwarts, we can build another school where wizards' children are separated from Muggleborns."

"It's such a waste of teachers."

"There are a lot of people who want to be teachers, but the only formal wizarding school is Hogwarts. I heard that Ernie McMillan opened an after-school tutoring institution, which specializes in teaching guardians."

"Well……"

"Now we need power. Since we can let pure-blooded children get in touch with magic earlier, why not let them start learning before entering school? It is a waste of time to have to wait to learn with Muggleborns."

Pomona didn't know how to answer this question.

If the nobles can start learning in advance, they will form a solidified class like the Muggle world, which is not conducive to the "rebellion" of wizards in the civilian class.

"Are you hungry?" Pomona said with a sweet smile. "Want some honey pie?"

Aaron Rossier looked at her strangely.

"You haven't tasted Kreacher's handicraft for a long time." Pomona stood up with a smirk. "It happens that there is a kitchen in the suite, and the supermarket is downstairs. How about letting you try his handicraft today?"

"Yes, thank you." Aaron Rosier muttered unwillingly.

So Hufflepuff the Fool went to make dessert under the watchful eyes of the shrewd Slytherin.

She is a "sweetheart" known to be good at gourmet magic, as harmless as puffs, who would care about her, a fat woman covered in mud?