HP solves the mystery

Severus felt that the last time he met the big snake in the alley might have been his hallucination, and understanding what it said made him feel like he was hallucinating.

Because after that time, he never heard the sound of other animals again.

Moreover, when he met Voldemort under the pseudonym 'Marlo Robinson', the little snake he was playing with did not speak.

Outside the window, the land that had been dry for a month was covered by dark clouds, and the rumble of thunder echoed throughout London.

But the result was not pleasant. It rained for a while and then the sun continued to shine, which took away the smiles on people's faces and made them full of regrets.

The president received a phone call, which was full of complaints about the losses caused by the dry weather and protests from citizens. Demonstrations and strikes have occurred frequently recently, leaving him extremely busy. He was afraid that if the problem was not resolved, voters would vote for someone else next time.

Fortunately, the sky is the limit. The president thought of the moving portraits in his office and wanted to ask people from the magical world for help. Otherwise, if the drought continued, the losses would be too great.

Severus leaned back in his chair and flipped through "Hogwarts: A School History". The description of Parseltongue in it made his sleepy head sober up and he read carefully.

After watching for a while, he squinted and took out the porcelain flute from around his neck, thinking about comparing the contents of the burning parchment that day with the information in the school history.

However, the information is too vague and not much useful. It cannot prove that the porcelain flute is related to the founder of Slytherin.

He played with the porcelain flute. He had not played it since he took it in his hand. Firstly, he was wary of things of unknown origin. Secondly, he was busy with the Owl exam at the time, and he did not have so much time to explore. .

The porcelain flute feels warm and delicate to the touch and shines under the light, giving it a special sense of mystery.

Severus stroked the carvings on it, put it to his lips and blew softly.

He tried exhaling and blowing several times, but he didn't hear any sound, as if it was broken.

Thousands of miles away, the basilisk in the secret room suddenly widened its snake eyes. The snake vomited quickly, and its tail slapped the pipe wall in annoyance. Mud, it's this thing again! The flute that disturbs snakes' sweet dreams!

The little animals in the Forbidden Forest simultaneously stood up with their hairs frightened and fled in panic.

Severus tried it several times and found that it really couldn't play, and the flute hole was not blocked, but it just didn't work.

He frowned, wiped the porcelain flute and put it back on his collar. He had already gotten used to it after wearing it for a few months. Even if this delicate little thing couldn't be played, it was still good as an accessory.

He walked to the basement, which he had transformed into a potion-making room.

For some reason, the Potions classroom in Hogwarts is also in the basement.

The potion was always brewed carefully and attentively. Severus watched another pot of potion being brewed successfully with a smile on his lips.

These magic potions are all glittering Galleons! Who doesn’t love galleons.

Now he understands more and more why those dragons like shiny things.

He continued to boil the potion and planned to send it to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Now he was considered one of the store's major suppliers.

The President acted very quickly and quickly contacted the Minister of Magic.

Although Harold, the Minister of Magic, was very reluctant, considering the "Muggle Protection Act" and the small amount of money given by the president, he still sent several weather bureau personnel - that is, old wizards who are good at casting weather spells, to let them Go help out in the Muggle world.

The president asked his secretary to arrange accommodation and transportation for the personnel, but was told that it was not necessary because they thought the car was too slow.

The old wizards raised their wands to the sky and muttered words, and soon the clear sky turned into dark clouds.

This might be the wizard's version of artificial rainfall.

Thunderstorms hit England on Wednesday and rain began to fall across much of England, but that did not end the drought.

It's rained a lot across England and is almost back to normal in some areas, but it will remain dry in the south and east. There are several bushfires and agriculture needs a lot of water. Climate change is making things worse with high temperatures. Accelerating the evaporation of water, these are nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

People in central London were the happiest, with water flowing to fountains and smiles returning to the faces of passers-by.

The old wizards who cast weather spells were sweating profusely from exhaustion. Even so, some areas outside London had strict household water restrictions, and most of the flowers and plants they raised were withered.

The water level of the Thames River has dropped a lot, and ships are cautious when docking.

Lily didn't pay much attention to these things. Her sister and parents were on vacation at home to take care of it. What she was worried about was the Apparition class that she had to take in the sixth grade, which required 12 gold galleons to study.

Now that the exchange rate between galleons and pounds has changed again, more pounds are needed to exchange for one galleone.

With nothing to do at home, she could only go to see Severus to play and ask some questions about potion making.

Severus was reading Dickens's "Great Expectations" at the moment. The words and sentences in it were very interesting, and then there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door and found Lily arriving, he felt very strange. Shouldn't she be helping Mr. Evans go to the river to load water and transport it home?

When he passed by the Thames before, he saw Penny filling water in wooden barrels, and he went to help.