Chapter 1072 Witch Hazel Tincture

There is a question, which came first, the chicken or the egg.

Before the emergence of Darwin's theory of evolution, this question was really difficult to answer. If the chicken came first, who laid the egg? If the egg came first, who laid it?

People today can easily answer that the egg order came first and then the chicken. Birds all evolved from orders. The fossils of Archaeopteryx prove this.

Archeopteryx is a small dinosaur that lived in the Jurassic period. Although it was a dinosaur, it had wings and feathers.

Pomona looked at the pile of lazy snakes and cockroaches. It also had the same colorful feathers as the bird, and it also had two legs. Is it another branch of Archaeopteryx evolution?

She pushed down the bottle of potion that was said to be used to cure Nagini's bite with her fingertips, and it fell into the soft feather pillow.

Severus was kissing her back, and his soft lips felt itchy across her skin, just like the feeling of wings growing from inside.

She lay on the sofa, looking out the window at the London sky, trying to tell which crow on the rooftop opposite was Voldemort.

With the blood replenishing potion and this potion, Severus can be brought back, provided that Harry doesn't stand there all the time, watching Severus die before leaving.

For rescuers, every second is precious, and every moment of delay is one step closer to death.

"What are you thinking about?" he said, kissing her earlobe.

"Save your life." She said listlessly, "Can I use the potion you prepare now to save you in the past?"

"I don't think so," Severus said.

"Does St. Mungo's have any ready-made medicine?"

"How many people do you think were bitten by that snake? And I haven't heard of any drug thefts from St. Mungo's."

"That means no?" she asked frustratedly.

"How about I teach you?"

"Is the medicine difficult?" Pomona asked.

"Even for me it would take three hours."

"That's difficult!"

"When was the last time you brewed a potion?" the Potions Master asked seriously.

"On the train."

The old bat continued to stare at her.

"I'm a horticulturist, why do I need to brew a magic potion?"

He laughed bitterly. "You haven't touched the crucible since graduation, right?"

"Last time in the cabin..."

"That's a joke."

"Oh, God." She covered her head with a pillow, like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand. "I hate those disgusting potion ingredients."

Strawberries and butter were no good, and she didn't want to mess with frog brains and leech slime.

He dug her out of her feathers.

"You said you were going to save me, or are you lying to me?"

"I did not lie to you."

"Then why don't you learn?"

"Our time turner can only go back 5 minutes. What do you think I can do in 5 minutes?"

He stared at her for a long time, then lay down next to her, looking very unhappy.

"We need to get the sun gold first and make a time converter before we can have enough time." She leaned on his shoulder, "How much information have you found about the sun gold?"

"Not many. People of that era were chasing the Philosopher's Stone."

"Eternal life is indeed a big temptation." She agreed casually, "Especially for dignitaries who enjoy pleasure."

"But after drinking that potion, you have to give up some of your desires, such as eating." He squeezed her hand and smiled maliciously, "The old fool wanted to scare me away with this trick."

"So you were scared?"

Severus said nothing.

"Living like that is not really living." He whispered, "The first time I saw Nick Flamel, I thought he was a ghost."

"For a man who has lived for more than three hundred years, he is pretty good like that." Pomona said. "He has no arms or legs, and he has not lost all his teeth. He is just white from head to toe."

"Like a pearly white ghost."

His metaphor was so spot-on that she couldn't refute it.

"He saw this clearly, so he asked me to guard the Philosopher's Stone. It was also a test to see if I could not stand the temptation or sacrifice it to the Dark Lord."

"Tom said he was an old lion who relied on fox-like intrigues to win."

"Yes, it seems that the brave and fearless lion also has a sinister and cunning side."

"Just like you, there are times when you are brave and fearless." Pomona smiled and said, "My prince."

"I think it's more appropriate for you to call me 'King'." He said a little smugly.

"No."

"Why?"

"The prince has a wealth that the king does not have."

"What is it?" he said with a smile.

"Princess's love." She temporarily changed her words.

She originally wanted to say youth, but Severus was no longer young.

Ceras, the god of age, left marks on his face, and his black hair will turn white in about ten years.

"You said you like me to call you prince." She sat up halfway and looked at him.

"You are not a princess." He said coldly.

"Okay, you didn't get the princess's love, but you got my love, are you satisfied?"

He still didn't speak, as if he was having trouble.

"Would you like a chocolate frog?" Pomona asked coldly, which was her way of coaxing freshmen to stop crying.

"How old do you think I am?" Severus glared at her.

"I don't know, 12 years old?"

Now he was completely angry, turned over, sat up, and left the living room.

The war between humans and werewolves outside is still going on, but it seems to have nothing to do with them.

This is an avoidable war, but because of the choices of most people, it must continue until one side falls.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is a showdown of who stands at the top of the food chain. Human beings have stood at that position for many years, and most people have forgotten what it feels like to become food themselves.

Remus was the same age as Severus, and unlike the old bat who had greasy black hair, he had gray hair early. In addition to the hardships in life, this may be related to the physical burden brought by wolf transformation.

Wolf juice is even more tempting to Krum Crouch than gold, but whether he will betray his own people is still a question.

It is obvious that there is no need to transform into a wolf. As long as it is related to the death and capture of his companions, even a werewolf will realize that he has made a deal with the wizard.

If he was caught by a werewolf and betrayed one of his own, he would probably be torn into pieces, even if he was once the leader. He had to consider such a heavy price carefully.

"Who did you ask to know about the strange lake bird?" Severus asked outside.

"I met a man on the street."

"Oh, you meet a random person on the street, and he happens to be an expert in this field, and then he solves your doubts." He sarcastically said, "A little defensive, maybe he is Parodo

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"I don't think it looks like it." Pomona looked at the bronze sculpture of the strange bird.

"What do you think he looks like?" Severus asked.

"I think he looks familiar." She tried desperately, but she couldn't remember it.

"What else did he tell you besides the birds?"

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and so on."

"That stupid love story?" he said with jealousy.

"Don't say that, Severus, or you'll get a beating."

"Altair and Vega are separated by dozens of light years, how can they possibly meet."

"It's 16.4 light years." She corrected.

"How can you still believe it if you know it?"

Appeared, the incomprehensible style and dullness of the straight science man.
To be continued...