Chapter 650 The Road to Hades

After inspecting the altar, Neville and the others found nothing in the end, but there was no problem, and everyone who planned to do a big job was disappointed by it.

She wasn't going to tell them about someone poisoning the water until she had proof, so the trip wasn't in vain anyway.

There are a lot of things to do to clean up the battlefield after the war, such as repairing the damaged buildings in the war, clearing the memory of Muggles, etc. Normally, this time should be her busy time, but now she is going home, her loving husband A time was set for her, and she had to go back before then.

The curse is at dusk, and the curse is broken at midnight.

It's not just werewolves that come out on the night of the full moon, but also the Moon Crazy Beast, a chubby, very shy magical animal, which happens to be the food for the horned beasts.

In order to avoid natural enemies, the moon idiot hides in the cave for most of the month. After coming out of the cave, it will perform complex dances with its two hind legs in a remote and uninhabited place, bathed in moonlight.

Some believe this is a prelude to courtship, and they leave intricate patterns in wheat fields, which confuses Muggles into thinking aliens have visited Earth.

The aura division led by Calvin was sent by Kingsley to guard Liverpool's Chinatown. If there was no commotion there, then Severus, who was "cooperating" with him, would be in trouble.

Kingsley didn't want an ambitious Auror Chief of Staff spying on his position, but Calvin did have something to offer, making him hate Severus better than Kingsley himself.

Slytherin's role in overthrowing Voldemort was erased, they were portrayed as villains, and Rita Kiester also wrote a book to discredit Severus Snape, who played a key role in this war Headmaster Slytherin.

Slytherin's behavior is often misunderstood, and if Harry hadn't insisted on justifying Severus' name, he would still be misunderstood by the world.

It is strange enough for a person who has already been buried to come back from the dead. As a Death Eater, and also a dark wizard and righteous aura master fighting for power, isn't he afraid of this kind of dance on the tip of a knife?

Under the moonlight, Pomona apparated back to the village of Otteri San Catchpole. The reeds represent November in the Celtic tree calendar. Most of the plants have withered in this season. The reeds are buried deep in the The underground root system is still alive.

In late autumn, the reed flowers bloom, and the reed flowers that are as fine as cotton wool are like white waves. When the breeze blows, the Burrow looks like a boat floating on the sea, which looks fantastic.

Pomona liked Arthur and Molly's house very much, so she built this log cabin near Weasley's house. However, reeds are only suitable for living in places with water. There are no reeds around the house built in the mountains. There is only a single pot of geraniums on the small window of the kitchen.

She thought it would be dark inside, but the orange light from the window made it look as warm as Hagrid's cabin, so she quickened her pace, almost trotting home.

It wasn't until she pushed the door open with her hand that she realized that if the wizard who lived inside had put a curse on the door, what she just touched would probably be the same as Katie Bell's Muggle-born girl who couldn't stand the temptation of a beautiful necklace. Hired, luckily she's fine, it's just that her reckless behavior caught the attention of the people in the living room.

Severus was sitting on the sofa facing the door, with a book in one hand and a wand in the other, his unfathomable eyes glowing in the oil lamp, looking like Like the eyes of some beast.

"You're half an hour early." He said slickly, just talking to the students in confinement.

"I'm afraid you won't believe what I have encountered!" She closed the door and took out the bottle of water from the lake. "We encountered a druid village, and there is, I know He Who are the descendants of Ulgarhufflepuff?"

"Didn't you ask me to check the information in Slytherin's secret room? How did you know who that person is so quickly?" He sarcastically sarcastically, waiting for her to say something again with a sneer.

"It's Teddy Lupine, he's a natural disguise Animagus like Tonks, and so is Helga Hufflepuff." She went to the sofa where he was sitting, and sat against the arm of the sofa. "Just like Parseltongue."

"There are many Parseltongues in this world, and they may not all be descendants of Salazar Slytherin." He got a little more serious, and began to argue the issue with her.

"I know, Tom has a basilisk to prove his identity, what can Teddy prove his identity... Oh, yes, and Filch, the year he arrived at Hogwarts happened to be Don Alex was born."

"That's all you want to tell me?" he grumbled impatiently. "Haven't you noticed that this place has changed?"

Pomona looked at this pale, not handsome old bat, and suddenly lowered her head to kiss him.

The smell of sage mixed with blood, and the smell of sewers was not very pleasant, but she also smelled lavender and valerian, two herbs that can help people sleep.

In addition, she also smelled the woody aroma of fir and the aroma left after burning spices. She had smelled this smell in the British Museum, and ancient Egyptian mummies would have this smell.

The effect of fragrance and perfume produced after burning with fire is different.

It was like a stirring rod in her brain, which was turned upside down and turned upside down, and then heated by a flame, resulting in different changes.

All kinds of complicated emotions were mixed together, and she didn't know how to express them, so she cried inexplicably.

Crying is good for the relief of sad and depressed emotions. Women can cry boldly and even cry in the toilet, but boys can't.

Pomona thinks that George's heart disease is caused by not having a good cry.

Whether it is the Yellow Spring in the east or the underworld in the west, there is such a river, which should be formed by the tears of people living in this world, and it is full of memories.

Maybe someone jumped into the river desperately to see his true love, so it turned into a water ghost, wandering between the dead and the living.

Ji Lu asked about ghosts and gods, and Master said: "If you can't serve people, how can you serve ghosts?" "Dare to ask death?" He said: "If you don't know life, how can you know death?"

The foothold of ancient Chinese philosophy is people who live in reality, not the other shore, focusing on the center and destination. This sense of belonging is gone, and the sense of belonging is gone. People are like foam floating on the sea. Drift, feel like you've been drifting.

The feeling of being adrift alone is incomprehensible to those who have been bound at home for a long time. Why do so many people feel homesick? That was obviously the cage he was eager to get out of.

There is always a feeling of wandering when traveling abroad all the year round. Those travelers are like nomads in the city, wandering in this "settled" world, so after wandering for a long time, travelers hope so much for a stable place to live. Fall to the ground and take root like a floating dandelion.

He's just tired and wants to rest.

For a man it was always women who kept him, and Newt Scamander, who hated indoor work, ended up working for Tina at the Ministry of Magic.

Pomona grabbed something subconsciously, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, but what she grabbed was something soft and cold.

She slowly opened her eyes and found that her hands were covered with rose petals.

"Like it?" Severus asked, looking down at her.

Only then did Pomona realize that she was lying on her back on the ground with a thick carpet strewn with rose petals.

"You really want me to have long hair?" she asked.

"You should see, the picture of the intertwined silver-white hair and pink and crimson petals is really beautiful." He stared at her with a kind of obsessed eyes and said, "No wonder so many fools will save the princess. And slay the dragon."

"I don't need the prince to save me." She said angrily, "I'm the witch, the bad woman who turned everyone in the castle into animals."

He let out a long sigh, "How could I have forgotten, you are the one who turned Malfoy Manor into thorns."

"Are you going to kill me, Prince?" Pomona pinched the old bat's cheek, pulling it to both sides.

"I'm not a prince, nor a knight with a sword to slash, I'm a wizard." His wand poked out like a snake's head, and held it up to her nose. "Let go."

Pomona immediately let go.

He smiled smugly, lying side by side on the ground beside her very comfortably, looking at the ceiling together, without his cover Pomona noticed that it was actually the same as the Hogwarts auditorium, showing the starry sky outside .

"Do you like it?" he asked again.

"Yes, I like it." She said pitifully, "Someone told me a superstition today. The curse is at dusk, and it is broken at midnight. I was going to believe it."

"What makes you unbelievable?" he asked calmly.

"They say witches born in May must marry Muggles." She covered her face with her handkerchief and began to cry. "Have you forgotten what month my birthday is?"

"What?" he asked inexplicably.

"It's February now, you gave me my birthday present so early, what did you give me on my birthday?"

"This is not a birthday present, your birthday present is my acceptance letter." He complained with a stiff face.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Do what I like." He put his hands behind his head, with a relaxed look. "Remember the year when Stupid Dog escaped from prison? The whole school slept in sleeping bags and spent the night in the auditorium. I want to do that too."

Sometimes men are really confused, why do they need sleeping bags if they don't sleep in a good bed?

But Pomona quickly stopped worrying about these details. She sat up and looked at the carpet. The black background had many golden swirls, which looked very gorgeous.

"Can this blanket fly?"

Severus ignored her at all.

Pomona, who had never used a flying carpet, took her wand and said to it like a first-year student: "Wingardim Leviosa."

The blanket really flew up, and it took the two people lying on it with it, but it was only suspended, and it didn't fly out at the same speed as the broomstick.

She looked at "Ron," who was now wearing the white shirt without the black coat.

Severus' hair was greasy, but his shirt was white, and as for Ron Weasley...

The way he eats is lovely, and for a chef, there is nothing that puts her in a better mood than a delicious meal.

Pomona lay next to him, looking at the dark blue night sky. Although there were no clouds in the sky that were constantly changing shapes during the day, there were many stars, and sailing on the sea needed them to identify directions. Those sailors should feel the same as hers. It's the same as it is now, it's floating.