Chapter 638: Oak Sage

Oliver Wood is a passionate Quidditch boy. Even in stormy weather, he still leads his players to practice.

Harry was always wet and muddy after practice, and Pomona couldn't figure out why silly girls found him attractive that way.

Slytherin's training is completely closed. Fred and George have liked spying on intelligence since they were students. Pomona really has no interest in Quidditch, but Hufflepuff's Quidditch players like to be Talk to her face.

Draco asked Lucius to change broomsticks for all the Slytherins so that he could be a Seeker in his second year. Although the speed has increased, Slytherin has not adapted to it and cannot use formations and tactics. Marcus Flint is that kind of person. As for Severus, at that time he had to investigate the weird attack in the school incident, but also to attend classes, to deal with Lockhart's endless harassment, and to train Hufflepuff's Quidditch team, the old fool made it clear that he favored Gryffindor, suppressed Slytherin, and continued to train them It was completely unnecessary, Hufflepuff's score suddenly changed from being at the bottom to being able to compete with Gryffindor for the championship.

Understanding 22 men chasing a ball is hard enough, but Pomona wouldn't want to understand the Quidditch rules of so many wizards chasing the Snitch on broomsticks if she didn't have to be a referee.

In the Quidditch match that year, Draco almost fell to his death from the broom. Harry's arm was not injured that badly, but Lockhart's idiot lost all his bones...

The old bat has seized the opportunity to take revenge. His special raw bone water tastes extremely bad and the curative effect is better than ordinary raw bone water. He is in his thirties, so why is his way of revenge still so naive.

Harry Potter's magical journey begins at the Leaky Cauldron, where he first stepped into the wizarding world, from a slightly weird Muggle kid to a great savior.

It was also here that he met Quirrell, the double-faced man.

Compared with the idiot Lockhart, Quirrell taught the students some useful things, such as the wounds caused by werewolves can be "closed" with white moss and silver powder, but Pomona believes that most of the children have forgotten, otherwise, when When Severus needed to stop the bleeding, they did nothing.

They didn't learn anything really useful in school, and spent seven years playing around.

Now, these children have also become teachers, Harry has become a substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Neville has become a professor of herbal medicine, Pomona inexplicably feels that the future of wizards is very gloomy.

"You said someone was going to attack Derwent? Where did you get the news?" George asked Neville aggressively, with his waist in his hands.

"It's possible... Anyway, there are a lot of weird people gathering in Derwent Village, we must leave immediately." Neville looked serious, and he didn't look like he was joking.

Pomona looked at Hannah, who was silently packing up the wine cabinet. Luna and Rolf looked at Neville together. They neither supported nor opposed the information Neville provided, and had reservations.

"At least you should tell me where you got your information from?" George asked again.

"I can't tell you," said Neville. "The informant said he would keep it a secret."

"How can we believe you when you say that!" George shook his head impatiently. "Don't you know how critical the situation in London is now? You want us to leave London now?"

"Derwent Village is in Devon, right?" Pomona said suddenly.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to her.

"I remember Nicole May seemed to be living in seclusion there."

"What?"

Everyone, including Hannah, who was clearing the wine cabinet, screamed in unison.

Now that there is no outsider in the Leaky Cauldron, Pomona can speak out so loudly. She took a sip of Long Island iced tea through a straw, and said slowly, "Nick's grave was robbed in the 14th century, maybe they came to find it again." The man with the Sorcerer's Stone clue is here to rob the grave."

"So, Nicole May is really dead?" Hannah asked, "Isn't it a fake death?"

"The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

"Not necessarily." George said rudely, "I saw your husband and Lucius Malfoy went into Gringotts today."

"What was he doing at Gringotts?"

"How do I know this! Shouldn't I ask you?"

Pomona looked at George in front of her, and she finally understood why Angelina was leaving him.

"You don't think the Philosopher's Stone is still in Gringotts, do you?" Pomona said sarcastically. "Don't forget that Man Bill also works at Gringotts."

"Only you know whether the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed. We were still children at that time." George said impatiently.

Unlike the Resurrection Stone, the Philosopher's Stone couldn't bring the dead back to life, and Pomona hoped George wasn't crazy enough to call Fred back from the underworld.

But Pomona didn't say anything in front of so many people, because only Albus and Nick knew whether the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed in the end.

People who live in seclusion don't want to be disturbed. After the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed in 1992, everyone regarded that year as the anniversary of Nick's death.

The Philosopher's Stone is like a tonic, you have to drink it once regularly, and once you drink it, it can prolong your life by several years. Pomona doesn't know how many years have passed since the last time Nick drank the panacea, maybe he is still alive.

That would give those going to Derwent village a good reason to seek him out and kidnap him.

"Should we notify the Order of the Phoenix?" Luna asked, "I think this matter seems a little urgent."

"They have other things to deal with." Pomona rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly. "Let's find out what happened first."

"Without informing your husband?" George sneered.

Pomona didn't want to talk to him. The current George is not at all like the naughty but sensible and lovely kid king before.

"Should we notify Harry?" Neville asked.

"He and Ron still have to investigate the Horcrux, don't bother him." Pomona looked at Neville.

Harry was supposed to be the heir of Slytherin in his second year, so is it possible that Neville Longbottom is also the heir of Helga Hufflepuff? After all, like Harry, she was almost sorted into a house other than Gryffindor.

The descendants of Rowena Ravenclaw must be cut off. As for Godric Gryffindor, for so many centuries, no one has claimed to be the descendant of the founder of the school like the Gaunt family and the Smith family.

The Gaunt family is real, Salazar Slytherin's basilisk is the evidence, it only obeys Tom Riddle's orders, so what can prove the true identity of Helga Hufflepuff's descendants?

The gold cup has been destroyed, and the gold plate is in the Hogwarts kitchen. After a large number of copies, it is hard to tell which one is real. In the vault of Gringotts Strange's house, Bella cast a copy spell on the items , so that the real Horcruxes will be mixed with a bunch of fake gold cups, and it will be impossible to distinguish which is real and which is fake.

The Dark Lord wanted her to learn black magic from him, and she didn't reject it, and she didn't mind learning it. But, as Helena said, Tom Riddle is charming, Sirius is handsome, he is like a shining star, Tom Riddle's beauty is a kind of evil that makes people's blood pumping, a woman wants to It's not easy to "defend" an attractive man.

The others began to discuss in low voices, but Neville came over at this time, he sat awkwardly across from her, with his head bowed, his hands pressing the hem of his sweater, looking the same as when he did something wrong in school.

"What's wrong with you?" Pomona asked.

"Thank you, Professor, for helping me just now," said Neville in a voice only two people could hear.

"I'm not helping you, I'm sure Nicolas is in Devonshire." Pomona poured him a glass of wine. "Drink it, it will keep you warm."

Neville picked up his glass and drank it down in one gulp with his eyes closed.

"Want some more?" Pomona asked.

"We will act later."

"The sobriety potion given to you contains powdered horns from horned beasts."

"One more glass, thank you." Neville immediately pushed the glass in front of Pomona.

"Where did you get the news?" Pomona asked as she poured her wine.

Neville glanced back at the others, then whispered, "You know, I can hear the plants talking, I was in the greenhouse today, and I heard the poisonous tentacle tell me that the oaks in Derwent want it to send a message, Someone could damage the reservoir."

"What?" Pomona exclaimed.

"I know it's hard to imagine." Neville couldn't continue speaking halfway through his nervous speech, picked up his glass and drank it dry in one gulp.

"Your children in this class, why are we so worried after graduation?" Pomona said in great pain, no wonder the old bat was so annoyed seeing Harry Potter.

From the age of eleven to the age of forty-nine, her wish to have a quiet and romantic relationship has never been fulfilled, and birthday wishes are simply deceitful.

"I'm sorry, Professor," said Neville guiltily, "but I do need help."

"It's okay." Pomona quickly forgave him "but I'm going to tell Severus the news, do you have any objection?"

Neville thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"I have no objection. If you want to tell him, just tell him."