Chapter 249

   "Is that done today?" Hermione asked after leaving the Hogwarts kitchen and waiting for the door to close again.

   "Of course, they at least did not salute you. This is a big improvement. Wait two days for you to come with me again. Remember to bring Arriot leaves."

   "Oh~" Hermione looked extremely annoyed. Smart people have always been quick-tempered, and she must be anxious if they can't directly achieve their goals.

  "Fruits need to be patient to grow. You have to be patient, Hermione Granger."

   "I really regret that I didn't come to ask your opinion. The banquet was prepared by Hefpaff. Of course you and the house elves are familiar."

   "Everyone has a time when they want to miss it. The mysterious man hasn't missed Mrs. Malfoy."

   "I thought he had missed Harry." Hermione hesitated.

"No, it was Narcissa who lied and said that Harry was dead. She risked her life as a cover for Harry Potter, just because she got the exact news from her son, she could go back then and tell the mysterious man that he is still alive, but She didn't do that. Think about it why?"

   "Can you tell me directly?" Hermione asked.

"I can't tell you, but you can just ask her." Pomona took Hermione's hand. "You and she are the ones who changed the whole battle. I'm sorry for what I just said. I shouldn't condemn you. The dragon is let go, it must be because of the urgency, right?"

   "You are acting emotionally, and I think your problem is really much more serious than mine." Hermione hated magnanimity and forgave her.

"Now Minerva has become the principal. Who is responsible for bringing the freshman branch?" They climbed up the steps of the castle. From time to time, Hefpaff students wearing yellow scarves passed by. None of them recognized Out of Pomona Sprout.

   "Guess it." Hermione said with a mysterious smile.

   "Don't tell me it's Neville." In Pomona's memory, Neville was still the clumsy boy who was cast by the bad boy Malfoy and jumped back into the Gryffindor lounge like a rabbit.

   "Professor Wilmina Grapland, the lady who likes smoking a pipe very much."

   "You are here, who is helping Neville collect the poisonous beard?"

   "There is Lavender Brown..."

  Pomona looked at Mrs. Lorris who had rushed away. She couldn't recognize her at all now, and she seemed to be escaping from something terrible.

  She looked in that direction, and in the middle of the corridor stood a person with black smoke, who looked particularly silent.

   "Tomorrow you will go to the Ministry of Magic with Hannah." Pomona said hastily to Hermione, and then ran towards Severus, who exuded terrible pressure.

   "Where is Draco?"

   "Our problem is more serious than him." He said with a blank expression, put his arm around her shoulder, and then she felt a squeezing sensation, they actually apparated in the school.

  It seems to be really good to be a principal, but the current principal is Minerva, can he do this?

  This time they went straight back to the villa in Godric Valley, and he summoned a chair to the middle of the living room.

  "Sit." He pointed to the chair and said, walking quickly to the small bar like black smoke.

   "What trouble did I cause?" She didn't go over, she felt that he hated danger now.

"Trouble? Why do you think so?" He smirked, and then took out a wallet from the deformed lizard skin pocket, which contained a lot of torture prisons and test tubes. He considered taking one. The black glass bottle, holding it and asking, "Do you know what this is?"

   "Bad luck." Pomona said blankly.

"This is Ayahuasca. The black wizard often uses it as a supplementary potion for the dementia and the Imperius curse, and it can be used to break the brain defense." He suppressed his anger and said, "You always like to play spy games, and now let's play it. Play, this level is called interrogation, sit down, don’t let me say the third time."

  "If you want to ask a question, just ask."

   "I want to charge my bet, three drops of Veritaserum."

   "Ask the question directly, Severus." Pomona stared at his black eyes, which were quickly becoming hollow.

   "Are you still a spy now?"

   "No." She used Occlumency and hid in the Forbidden Forest.

  "Who is the one you almost used Veritaserum to steal information from?"

  She thought of her crystal ball, and it seemed that it was not safe to put it in the space bag.

   "You." She paused, "I used sensationalism on you while you were unprepared."

   "When?" he asked grimly and coldly.

   "Just like what you did to me, at that time." She whispered, "There is no alert and hate to relax, you were shaking all over at that time."

He laughed. "It seems that someday we will kill each other, just like Grindelwald and Dumbledore. Do you know why you have no influence on Dumbledore? Not because he is strong, but because he likes it. It's a man!"

   "You bullshit!" She yelled with excitement, and then he pointed his wand at her, and the scenery in front of her flew away, sitting in front of her with Mondungus Fletcher.

   "Help me find someone." She said coldly.

   "Who?" The thief who was full of a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol said with a smile.

   "Parites, he is very well-dressed. He wears a pair of white silk gloves all year round."

  She suddenly noticed the man in black standing at the door of the kitchen. He never came to the kitchen in the basement, except for one occasion, he usually had meetings in the restaurant on the first floor.

  She pushed him out of her brain before spitting out more information.

  Only heard her sobbing gasp in the quiet room, but this time he was not happy at all. He looked at a point in the void, and the whole person was like a sculpture.

Parites was one of the Death Eaters. On that day he went to Godric’s Valley with the Dark Lord and killed Lily Potter and James Potter, but in the end the Dark Lord was hit by the bounced curse. His The corpse was missing, along with the real Gunter ring in his hand.

  Dumbledore when they arrived, only Harry Potter was howling and crying. They could not apparate with the baby. Their only way was to transfer Harry at the risk of violating international secrecy laws.

   "Did you find it?" he asked dryly after a long time.

   "Mondungus doesn't believe in fairy tales. He brought that thing." Pomona said coldly.

   "What benefit did you give him?"

   "Money, you know he loves this the most."

"no others?"

   "I gave him a pint of Riem cow's blood. Anyone who drinks Riem cow's blood will increase his vitality." Pomona sighed, "Don't tell anyone, please."

"Are you afraid that others in the Order of the Phoenix will treat you as an accomplice in killing Alastor?" He lit a cigarette and smoked it. He had never smoked in the Order before. "That smelly thief was just because he drank that. Something tore Moody off the broom?"

  "I don’t know. At that time, there were only two people, Moody and Mondungus. Raim's blood was difficult to obtain, and it was rarely sold on the open market. I thought he was going to sell it on the black market."

  "In your eyes, I have always been a loser?"

   "It used to be, now it's not." She found that she suddenly couldn't move, just like the light and shadow tie he used to play with him that day.

   "You take me to Ron Weasley." He gritted his teeth and said, "You still tell Hermione about that!"

   "I'm protecting your reputation. It is James who is at fault."

   "Oh, I don't care about reputation, I just hope no one knows." He said in pain like a scandal, "Are you going to print all my privacy in the newspaper like the savior?"

  Pomona didn’t know how to answer.

"No one thought that Dumbledore was a homosexual, nor did I expect that I have been waiting for me to read those letters written by him and Grindelwald. I don't want to have anything to do with the Order of the Phoenix anymore. If you dare to commit another crime, then we After playing, I will find a young woman to marry and give birth to a few heirs as you hoped, and I will spread the story of you upside down to the whole world, you idiot."

   "This is how I look to you? A fool?" Although she armed herself, she couldn't help crying.

"What we are doing now, the White Wizard and Grindelwald have done before, hurt each other." He smiled and said, "I won't be like him, Pomona, I told you, I'm not the same as him. People, I won’t lock you up like him."

  After he finished speaking, he swayed and left the bar.

   "Where are you going?"

   "Thinking." He said coldly, "Before I figure out a way, you stand there. Anyway, I let you sit down and you don't want to sit."

  (End of this chapter)

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