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Chapter 3507 Blood Dance (V)
Draco really wanted a championship-grade broom, but neither Narcissa nor Lucius bought one for him. Draco also didn't have a loving godfather or other elders who could fulfill his wishes, so up to now, he only had a toy broom for children.

Although Draco was unable to walk every time he passed the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, he did not throw a tantrum like other children and clamor to "buy one".

Lucius really wanted to buy a broom for Draco, for the same reason that he invested money in Draco to set up a potions laboratory, but since Narcissa said no, he really wouldn't buy it, even if the gold Galleons in his pocket were enough to buy the Quidditch shop.

"So, that jet was compensation for Draco?" Pomona asked.

"Who told you to use an airliner to replace a broom?" Severus said sarcastically.

"It may not be reasonable for others." Pomona sighed, "but it is normal for Malfoy."

Snape picked up a freshly harvested shrunken fig fruit and glanced at Pomona. "Can I have one?"

"Of course." She said generously. These fruits were prepared for the Potions Competition, and she picked a lot of them.

He cut the fig in half with a silver knife and gave one half to Pomona.

She caught it, but he smelled like a weasel, so she took a half step back after getting the fig.

"You're getting 'into the flavor'." Pomona teased. "Why didn't you come out that day?"

He shamelessly came closer and ate the shrunken figs side by side with her.

"Have you ever heard that Dumbledore and Grindelwald swore a blood oath?" he asked suddenly.

"You mean, that blood oath they made never to hurt each other?" Pomona asked.

"It seems you know," he said dryly.

"They can't hurt each other, but they don't say that each other's subordinates can't. Credence was trained by Grindelwald to assassinate Dumbledore." Pomona said, "This way they can circumvent the 'rules'."

"That's not what I meant to say," said Severus.

"So what do you want to say?" Pomona asked.

He suddenly raised his hand, wiped the juice from the wrinkled figs at the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and then licked the juice off his fingers.

"Don't waste it," he said expressionlessly.

She didn't know what to say, and to avoid having more juice stick to her face, she ate the figs much more politely.

"Grindelwald was expelled from Durmstrang. What kind of person do you think would be friends with him?" Snape said.

Her instinct was to say that Dumbledore had been deceived, but that would only reinforce the idea that he was an old fool.

In Bathilda Sabat's book, Grindelwald and Dumbledore are pictured together and both look very young.

"People full of dreams," Pomona said. "They're all searching for the Deathly Hallows."

Snape snorted.

"What are you doing!" she asked him provocatively.

"Dreams, love, much like what you guys talk about," he sneered.

"So what are 'you guys' talking about!" Pomona asked sharply. "How to create fear?"

"Most of the time, there are endless quarrels. Everyone tells the Dark Lord what they did, and then someone else immediately jumps out and tells the 'truth.'" Snape said slowly, "But if someone messes up, there will be complete silence. This is one of the few times when we can keep quiet."

She looked at him speechless.

"I was like that too. I heard the prophecy at the Hog's Head and told the Dark Lord right away. It was like I was being chased by something. I was afraid someone else would hear the prophecy and tell him before I did." Snape said, "Have you been to see the Longbottoms?"

"Minerva asked me to go in her place before school started," Pomona said upset.

"It looks like their Squib son won't be going to wizard school," he said grimly.

"There are still two years left, just wait," Pomona said.

"What if I leave this time and can't come back?" He looked her in the eyes and said, "I don't have a writ of habeas corpus from the Queen."

She didn't think that would work with the current Ministry of Magic.

Former Death Eaters were considered "prey" and hunted down by Aurors in order to curry favor with the citizens of the magical community for their campaign for Minister of Magic.

"You'll be back." Pomona stroked his back and soothed him. "Don't worry too much."

"You don't mind the weasel smell on me now?" he asked with a smile.

Pomona hit him hard and then took a big bite of the shrinking fig.

He suddenly lifted his cloak and covered her completely, and the stench suddenly became stronger.

"It stinks!" she screamed, trying to struggle out of the darkness.

A heavy breathing sound echoed in her ears, sounding like some kind of wild animal.

Georgiana opened her eyes alertly, pulled her wand out of the trembling flower, and pointed it forward.

One of the robbers raised his hand and took two steps back, as if he mistook the stick in her hand for a matchlock.

She was about to shout for the guards, but the robber spoke first.

"Remember me, Georgiana?" said the robber who broke into her bedroom.

She looked at the dirty face and felt that he looked familiar.

"It's me." The robber lowered his raised hand. "We met in the Alps. I talked to you."

'Is this what you look like?'

A robber on horseback said that Denon was with her at the time and they were sitting in the carriage negotiating with the robbers who attacked them.

"Radetzky?" Georgiana asked.

The Bohemian sighed, "Yes, it's me."

"Stand back!" Georgiana raised her wand higher. "How did you get in?"

"I'm here to tip off the police." Radesky stepped back and picked up a fruit from the silver fruit plate and started to eat it. "Pishegru was arrested. Did you know that?"

She was astonished.

"It seems you don't know." Radesky said, and put another fruit into his clothes.

"When was he caught?" asked Georgiana.

"What I want to tell you is that I am not your enemy," Radetzky said. "I am just a small person trying to find a way to make a living in this world."

"By kidnapping me?" she asked viciously.

Radsky paused, then spoke.

"You are still a fair person, but those people with you are not. You can't change them, but it seems that you have been changed by them. The army is also doing smuggling, why don't your anti-smuggling police care about them?"

"Not 'my anti-trafficking police,'" Georgiana corrected. "I just ..."

"Whether you were involved in the anti-smuggling campaign or not, the smugglers targeted you and attacked you, don't you think?" Radetzky interrupted her.

"You want to blame your fault on someone else?" Georgiana asked.

"No, I just want to provide information to a 'friend'. Who would help an 'enemy'?" said Radesky.

Radetzky was in such a state that anyone would think his friendship was of little value.

But she thought of Sirius Black, who was in a much worse state than Radezki when he came back from Azkaban.

"What do you think? 'Friend' or 'Enemy'?" Radetzky asked.

"The First Consul said that an upright enemy is more worthy of respect than a flattering friend." Georgiana slowly put down the wand in her hand. "You can get my respect, but you can't get my friendship, Mr. Radetzky."

"It was the first time in my life that someone called me 'sir,' " Radesky said with a laugh.

"Is that enough?" asked Georgiana.

"What do you think of my suggestion?" asked Radetzky.

"That depends." Georgiana walked to the recliner and sat down. "Even if you are friends, don't ask them to do things that are beyond their limits. Otherwise, the word friendship will become dishonorable."

"I thought we were not friends," said Radetzky, confused.

"That's right. We are not friends. I am glad that you understand this, Mr. Radesky. Next time if you want to see me, don't enter my bedroom. This is very dishonorable."

"Will there be a next time?" he asked with a smile, quoting out of context.

She suddenly realized that this guy was extremely thick-skinned, probably because he hadn't washed his face for a long time.

"My former employer, from Paris," Radetzky said calmly. "He's crazy."

"What does he want you to do?" asked Georgiana.

"Attack Mulla's army. I told him that it's possible to attack the buses carrying tax money."

"Did you attack?" Georgiana asked.

"If I did that, I wouldn't be here, and I think there are other things that deserve more attention than mine, don't you think?" Radetzky asked.

She stared at him.

"What's his name?" Georgiana asked Radetzky.

"I don't know. He always wears a mask when we meet." Radesky said, "You know magic, don't you? You can check my memory."

She looked at the Muggle in disbelief.

"What's so strange?" Radetzky asked.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

"We're not that familiar with each other yet," she said politely.

In fact, she didn't want to see the mess in his mind.

"What does that matter?" he asked puzzledly.

"Anyway, I can only see one mask when I look at your memories, tell me the others," Georgiana said.

"You're incredible." Radetzky crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you want to know?"

"Tell me what you know." She bargained like she was in the market, not telling me her bottom price first.

Radesky looked at the ceiling and sighed silently, as if he felt that he had made the wrong bet.

(End of this chapter)