Chapter 704: The Chaotic Ministry of Magic

There is butter beer in Scotland in the cold, and Vienna coffee in Central Europe. pretty.

It might be greasy to drink this early in the morning, but it's not so bad when served with apple strudel and fresh fruit dusted with powdered sugar.

Before arriving in Venice, Pomona enjoyed a room service, which she could enjoy while lying on the bed, but the gentleman in charge of providing the service looked very unhappy. He sat on the sofa outside the bedroom, watching the day The Daily Prophet.

The problem about Voldemort was a big problem, and Pomona didn't know how to solve it. The only thing she could do was try not to let that evil spirit disturb their lives.

Coffee is supposed to refresh the mind, but anyone who has ever drank it knows that after drinking it, it will relax the whole body and mind.

Food can bring happiness to people. On this lazy and sunny morning, she was flipping through travel magazines.

Last night they passed by Gmunden on the north shore of Lake Traun, where ceramics are very famous. The Oort Palace on the small island in the lake was built by the Grand Duke John Oort who disappeared in South America in 1891. A long wooden bridge connects to the land.

According to some legends, he was one of the people judged to be "unborn" because of a certain time travel.

Pomona touched her stomach, and suddenly she was inspired to ask.

"Lily is really buried?"

"What?"

"My daughter, Lily Snape, is she really gone?"

Severus turned his gaze to the newspaper again, as if to ignore her silly question.

This reminded her of the past, Miss Lily Evans was actually not that fond of learning, and she also had a playful side, but her friend Snape, the snotty one, kept in mind "strength can bring happiness", so He actually finished memorizing the thick "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms".

A genius needs 1% talent and 99% hard work. Sirius and Severus have the same critical 1% talent, but not as hardworking as Severus, even without the twelve years of Azkaban As a prisoner, he was hardly a match for Severus.

"He is getting stronger. In the year the Chamber of Secrets was opened, Ginny became weaker and weaker, while Tom Riddle's soul gradually became stronger. If my Lily is still alive..."

"She's dead, I buried her," Severus interrupted Pomona.

"The Department of Mysteries has a brain hall. I heard that there is a water tank in which many brains are cultivated with potions. Maybe Bella's child grew up in it after being transferred from the mother's womb." She said coldly " Why is she not showing any signs of pregnancy, and everyone is going crazy about her having given birth to the Dark Lord?"

"That's just a rumor, he left no heirs." Severus flipped through the newspaper, and the first thing he saw was the photo of Harry Potter.

"Tsk." He grinned like a toothache.

"What's in the newspaper."

"Get up if you want to know, do you want to hang out there all day?"

"But I feel tired." She bit her fork and said softly, "Whose fault do you think it is?"

He fell silent.

But the corners of his mouth were raised triumphantly, and the gloomy and stiff face finally felt a little warm.

"Do you know what Vienna coffee is called?" The herbal professor who loves gourmet magic dipped his fingers in a little cream and chocolate, and put it in his mouth. , how do you say porter in German?"

"Stauern."

"This is our secret code. If you don't think I am like me, you can ask me what is another name for Vienna coffee. Stauern is the correct answer."

"You didn't help." He said angrily.

"I feel very happy now, Severus. In Albus's words, I am full of the power to defeat him now. I think he shouldn't be able to hear our conversation." She sighed helplessly , she only hoped that she could hold back "Where are we now?"

"You don't ask about the child anymore?"

"You don't tell, do you?"

He became unhappy again.

"Where are we now?"

"Just past Mariazell."

"Why does the wizard train pass by the holy places of Christians?" she asked puzzled.

"how could I know!"

Pomona glared at the straight man.

Why can men be so stupid?

In the Oriental Art Gallery of the Victoria and Albert Museum, there is a Chinese-made white porcelain "Virgin Mary" statue, which is actually the Chinese Avalokitesvara, because she is holding a baby, and the Virgin Mary holding the Son Jesus in Christian arms The image is very similar, so it is very popular in Europe.

There must be people who worshiped the Virgin Mary and asked for a child, but when everyone prayed, they kept silent in their hearts. Who knew what she was thinking in the prayer room.

"Come here!" Pomona patted her side, "Let's read the newspaper together."

"Have you heard of the Battle of Morocco?" He said with an evil smile, "The Italians will come up with any excuse to surrender. In 1941, in the North African battlefield, the British fought against the German coalition forces. The Italians wanted to surrender, but the British did not agree. After defeating the British, they forced Britain to accept their surrender."

"What?" she said incredulously.

"They showed the world with their actions that no one can stop the Italians from surrendering." Severus patted the newspaper. "Werewolves are doing the same thing."

She was confused.

"It has become a common practice for the Italians to surrender to the British army. Later, there were not enough prisoner-of-war camps, and the Italians even helped to build prisoner-of-war camps to lock themselves in. Do you know how much food it costs to raise those prisoners of war every day?" Severus shook his head with a smile." The werewolf also wanted to surrender, and put himself in a prisoner-of-war camp. The Ministry of Magic was discussing whether to agree to the werewolf's surrender. In order to reduce food consumption on the North African battlefield, and at the same time use these Italians to fight annihilation battles to accumulate military merits, the British refused to surrender them. The British killed the representatives of the Italians who came to negotiate peace, which angered the Italians, and the British were defeated by the Italians, and then the navy sent men to take the prisoners."

"Is it the British Navy or the Italian Navy?"

"what you think?"

Pomona hesitated for a moment, looked at his smiling face and said cautiously, "British Navy?"

"That's right." Severus smiled and shook his head, "It's incredible."

"So, the werewolves are following the example of the Italians. If the wizards don't accept their surrender and give them houses and food, they will rebel until the wizards agree to their surrender?"

"That's right." He pursed his lips and smiled.

"Oh my goodness."

"An anonymous letter was sent to the Daily Prophet. A werewolf believed that werewolves were also human beings. The Ministry of Magic could not execute them secretly in the same way as animals. Now the focus of debate in the newspaper is whether werewolves should be defined as human beings. Harry Potter thinks it should be. In the Battle of Hogwarts, there were werewolves who made contributions and even sacrificed their lives to protect the school."

"Oh, my God!" Pomona was in bed, poor Teddy, who was sure to be noticed as Harry's godson.

This is exactly what he needs to try to avoid, when a Hufflepuff can hide in the crowd, as long as he keeps a low profile, no one will know that he is the son of a werewolf.

"It is not the number of soldiers that determines the victory of a war, but the will of the soldiers." Severus read aloud from the newspaper article "This is what Remus Lupine told me at the end. Remus is a gentle and rational man. Man, not all werewolves are as crazy as Fenrir Greyback and Croomkridge, Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt said in an interview."

"Don't be so mean," said Pomona resignedly.

"I can't help it." His thin lips twisted into a malicious smile. "Proud, sentimental fools, I'll watch them fall into the hole I dug."

Originally, Pomona wanted to persuade him, but when she thought of the Wolfsbane potion that she had to buy under her real name, she lost her mood, so she hugged his head, kissed him hard, and left a circle of cream marks on his lips.

He seemed to be frightened by her, and looked at her motionless.

"Is it sweet?" she asked.

"What?"

"Would you like a Viennese coffee with whipped cream and chocolate syrup?"

"No!" he said in disgust. "Who would drink something like that for children."

Pomona looked at the "big man" in front of her, how cute he was when he was a child...

Was he cute as a kid?

Pomona looked at the ceiling and recalled, as if he was so weird and gloomy when he was a child, and he was not a child at all.

The tastes of girls these days are really strange. How come so many people like this bad-tempered guy?