Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1137 "Evil Fruit"

The 2005 Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination was destined to be special. The Education Department of the International Federation of Wizards sent a team, led by a dark-skinned woman in her 30s, who sat Minerva McGonagall at dinner. Beside the Headmaster and Director of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, Gsilda March.

Together with examiners from the Ministry of Magic, they will invigilate the students to assess their teaching qualifications at Hogwarts.

When Albus was alive, they wouldn't have dared to dictate to the school where the head of the Federation taught.

Now that Albus is dead, they can finally go into the school to "follow the process" to evaluate the teaching staff of Hogwarts.

Because of the curse of the Dark Lord, even if there is no war, the quality of education for British wizards is worrying.

Durmstrang valued black magic, and Beauxbaton was good at alchemy, after all, Nick Flamel graduated from this school.

Nick Flame Harry Potter, a little boy from the Muggle world, didn't know it, but Ron Weasley didn't know it either.

Hogwarts is at the bottom of several European schools, and even Aurors have not been able to train them in recent years. It is understandable for a pure-blood family such as Draco Malfoy to send their children to other countries to study.

The war decimated the vitality of the British wizarding community, Ollivander did not open the door, and British wizards had to buy good wands from abroad.

And the prejudice that Muggles are idiots, as deeply rooted as they are.

Pomona also agreed with Kingsley's proposal to abolish Divination and replace it with Muggle Studies. Even wizards do not have the talent for prophecy.

But this course is a bit difficult to practice, you can't lock Muggles in a cage and let the little wizards demonstrate how to communicate with Muggles.

"How are you communicating with the old slug?" Pomona asked Severus listlessly.

With an expression of indigestion on his face, the old bat silently cut the French lamb chops on the plate.

"Look at those kids." Pomona scanned the students dining in the auditorium, and continued to whisper in his ear, "They must be guessing who we are."

"They thought we were the new examiners." Severus put a tender piece of lamb into his mouth.

"How did you know?"

"I'm not like you. I have ears and I can hear."

Pomona imagined that the old bat was old and deaf, and needed a hearing aid, or someone had to shout in his ear to hear.

She must remember what he said at this moment, and then piss him off at that time.

"Can you make some potion?"

"It depends on what you do?"

"Get rid of Grindylow."

Severus stared at her.

"What?"

"If the potion could kill that creature, the treatment of Grindylow would not be left in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. A potion that poisoned Grindylow would also poison other creatures in the water, and make the water Become inedible, what do you ask this for?"

"Minerva asked me to deal with the mermaids and their pets." Pomona said without knowing what to eat.

Both Maggie and Feige are single women. Housewives with children struggle to “raise” their own children. How can they be in the mood to take care of so many pets.

"Why is Slughorn making it hard for you?" She changed the subject distractedly.

Severus smiled brightly, but didn't say a word.

This is the evil result of his aggressive means to seize the "crown", coupled with the "task" given to her by Minerva, Pomona wanted to escape from school again.

"Have you not asked any useful information?" asked Pomona.

"Horace mentioned Nick Flamel, who died in the second year after the Sorcerer's Stone was destroyed, and who will inherit his estate now." Severus said, "Also, does Albus Dumbledore have any secrets?" Treasury or something."

"He wants the legacy of Nicolas and Albus?" Pomona asked.

"It's normal, the wizards of Palodo also want the inheritance of Hagrid's ancestors." Severus glanced at the half-blood giant eating at the other end of the table. "I lent him that shirt to study."

Pomona looked enviously at the first graders, who could giggle heartlessly and happily.

"I hate those 'old men.'" Pomona slashed the lamb chops furiously, as if she were cutting someone's flesh.

Severus maintained a quality silence afterward until the end of the meal.

"Go to the lake?" He said after dinner as if asking her out on a date.

But it's also possible that she was thinking too much. After all, they were not young people. After eating meat for dinner, they still felt hungry in the middle of the night and ran to the kitchen to find food.

"Middle age" is an age that is uneven, lonely and uncomfortable.

Young people think that they are "mature" and reliable, and they leave all the responsibilities and troubles to the middle-aged people.

The elderly think that they are "naive" and untrustworthy, and those old people are particularly stubborn. The kind of "mid-life crisis" that is frustrated in everything and has no way to confide in it comes quietly.

If you encounter a rebellious child, a partner who is also in menopause, and the energy is not as good as before, the sense of crisis will be even stronger.

"Going for a walk" would relax her mind, and Pomona agreed to Severus' invitation to take a walk by the lake to digest her food.

It got dark late in the summer, but the moon was up when they came to the lake, and the full moon looked beautiful without the werewolf in mind.

By the moonlight, Pomona looked at the white tomb on the small island in the middle of the lake, where Albus Dumbledore was buried forever.

After so many years, even the White Wizard's body should be decayed. Pomona couldn't imagine what it would be like to open his tomb.

"I can ask Minerva Nicolemer's address," said Pomona. "Maybe his estate is still there."

"He didn't take any more students after that?" Severus asked. "Who took care of his funeral?"

"I don't know about that, Albus handled it himself," Pomona recalled.

"Nick Flamel and his wife have no children. Logically, it is possible that he will take in an apprentice, who can not only serve as an experimental assistant, but also take care of his own life and afterlife. Albus Dumbledore just assists him."

"Why do you feel that way?" Pomona asked.

"I learned it from you, 'a logical guess.'" He smirked and said, "A bright, talented young alchemist may not be as famous as the old guys, but just as capable of making a 'hallow' '."

"The premise is that the mysterious person wants to know about him." Pomona murmured, "How much do you know about this?"

"Not as much as you think, he doesn't trust me as much as before. After all, I was not imprisoned in Azkaban in order to express my loyalty like Bellatrix."

"Are you going out tonight?" Pomona asked. "It's a full moon."

"No." He stopped. "I need to rest. I'm not a young man anymore."

"How do you want to rest?"

"Close your eyes."

She was obedient and did as she was told.

The French lamb chops have a lot of garlic and spices, and it tastes like a Turkish barbecue.

It is reasonable to say that the smell of garlic in the mouth is not suitable for kissing, but she is still intoxicated by it.

Because it was a sinner who was kissing her, not a saint who was named "Love Saint".

At the beginning, this kiss was tender and sweet, like the water of a black lake slapping against the shore, and then it gradually became out of control, like a raging sea.

In order to deal with the increasingly powerful Habsburg family, François I, the French king loyal to Leonardo Da Vinci, formed an alliance with Suleiman the Great of the Ottoman Empire. This diplomatic alliance beyond the times became the earliest example of modern European diplomacy .

There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

British people who follow this "truth" are "gloriously isolated", and it doesn't matter if they are mercenary, as long as they can bear the feeling of loneliness.It is precisely because of this strong sense of "independence" that the small British Isles can also be divided into Wales, Scotland and England, each representing a country to participate in the Quidditch World Cup.

Vanity Fair has a famous saying that there are always moments that seem insignificant at the time, but in fact affect the overall situation.

She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at the white grave not far away, and then closed them again.

She didn't want to go to the broom, it reminded her of her hasty wedding, her new house turned out to be a broom, who had ever seen such a confused bride like her.

But that desperate urge felt so exciting, it reminded her of what it was like to be young.

"The castle is closed," he whispered in her ear. "We can't go back."

"Then where do you want to go?"

"Let's go back to the manor." He restrainedly kissed her forehead, which felt extremely pure. "We'll come back tomorrow."

She was still staring at the grave.

"What's wrong?" Severus stared in that direction too.

"It's nothing." She took his arm. "Let's go, let's go back to France."

Severus took out the "portkey" made of the scepter again.

The two quickly disappeared by the Black Lake.

(End of this chapter)