Chapter 1137 "Evil Consequences"

The 2005 Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination was destined to be special. The Education Department of the International Federation of Wizards sent a team. The team leader was a dark-skinned woman in her thirties. During dinner, she sat on Minerva Mai’s table.

Next to Principal G and the Director of the Wizarding Examination Authority, Gsilda Marchban.

They will work with examiners from the British Ministry of Magic to invigilate students' examinations to assess their teaching qualifications at Hogwarts.

When Albus was still alive, they would not dare to point fingers at the school where the Federation President taught.

Now that Albus is dead, they can finally enter the school to evaluate the teaching staff of Hogwarts "according to the procedures".

Because of the Dark Lord's curse, even if there was no war, the quality of education for British wizards would be worrying.

Durmstrang values ​​black magic, and Beauxbatons is good at alchemy. After all, Nick Flamel graduated from this school.

Even if a little boy from the Muggle world doesn't know about Nick Flamel and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley actually doesn't know either.

Hogwarts ranks at the bottom of several schools in Europe. In recent years, it has not even been able to train Aurors. It is understandable that pure-blood families such as Draco Malfoy would send their children to study in other countries.

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

There is also the deeply ingrained prejudice that Muggles are idiots.

Pomona also agreed with Kingsley's proposal to cancel divination and replace it with Muggle Studies. Not everyone, not even wizards, has the gift of prophecy.

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

"How's your communication with the old slug going?" Pomona asked Severus listlessly.

The old bat had an indigestion expression on his face and silently cut the French lamb chops on the plate.

"Look at those kids." Pomona glanced at 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 piece of tender fried lamb into his mouth.

"How did you know?"

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

Pomona imagined that the old bat would be old, deaf, and would need to wear a hearing aid, or would need someone to shout loudly in his ear to hear.

She wanted to remember what he said at this moment, and then she would be so angry with him.

"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 method of dealing with Grindylow would not be left in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The potion that can poison Grindylow will also poison other creatures in the water, and let the water

It becomes inedible, why do you ask?”

"Minerva asked me to deal with the mermaids and their pets." Pomona said in confusion.

Whether it is Maggie or Figg, they are both single women. Housewives with children have a hard time "raising" their own children, so how can they be in the mood to take care of so many pets.

"Why is Slughorn making things difficult for you?" She changed the subject distractedly.

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

This was the result of his radical means to seize the "Crown". Coupled with the "mission" given to her by Minerva, Pomona wanted to escape from the school again.

"Didn't you get any useful information?" Pomona asked.

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

A vault or something.”

"He wants the inheritance of Nico Flamel and Albus?" Pomona asked.

"This is normal. The wizard in Parodo also wants the inheritance of Hagrid's ancestors." Severus glanced at the mixed-race giant dining at the other end of the table. "I lent him that shirt for research."

Pomona looked at those first-grade children with envy, they could giggle happily without any heart.

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

Severus remained silent thereafter until the end of dinner.

"Let's go for a walk by the lake?" After dinner, he said as if inviting her on a date.

But it is also possible that she is overthinking it. After all, they are not young people. They can still feel hungry in the middle of the night after eating meat for dinner and run to the kitchen to find food.

"Middle age" is an age where people feel lonely and uncomfortable.

Young people think that they are "mature" and trustworthy, so they leave all responsibilities and troubles to middle-aged people to deal with.

The elderly think that they are "naive" and cannot be trusted, and those elderly people are also particularly stubborn. The "mid-life crisis" in which they are frustrated in everything and have no one to talk to comes so quietly.

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

"Going for a walk" would relax her mind, so Pomona agreed to Severus' invitation to go for a walk by the lake to eat.

It got dark relatively late in the summer, but the moon still rose when they came to the lakeside. The full moon looked extremely beautiful regardless of the werewolf.

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

After so many years, even the White Wizard's body should have decayed. Pomona couldn't imagine what she would see when she dug up his tomb.

"I can ask Minerva where Nicoléme lives." Pomona said. "Maybe his legacy is still in the same place."

"He didn't accept any more disciples later?" Severus asked, "Who took care of his funeral?"

"I don't know about this, Albus took care of it himself," Pomona recalled.

"Nick Flamel and his wife have no children. Logically speaking, it is possible that he will take on an apprentice who can serve as an experimental assistant and take care of his own life and funeral affairs. Albus Dumbledore will only assist him from the side."

"What makes you think that?" Pomona asked.

"I learned this from you, 'logical guessing'." He said with a fake smile, "A smart and talented young alchemist may not be as famous as the old guys, but he is still capable of creating 'holy artifacts'

'."

"The premise is that the mysterious person knows about him." Pomona said thoughtfully, "How much do you know about this?"

"It's not as much as you think. He doesn't trust me as much as he used to. After all, I wasn't imprisoned in Azkaban until I became inhuman like Bellatrix did to express my loyalty."

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

"No." He stopped. "I need to rest. I am no longer a young man."

"How do you want to rest?"

"Close your eyes."

She was obedient and did as she was told.

The French lamb chops add a lot of garlic and spices, and taste like Turkish barbecue.

Logically speaking, having the smell of garlic in your mouth is not suitable for kissing, but she was still intoxicated.

Because the person she was kissing was a sinner, not a saint who was canonized as a "love saint".

At first, the kiss was tender and sweet, like the water of a black lake lapping at the shore. Then it gradually became out of control, like a raging sea.

In order to deal with the increasingly powerful Habsburg family, King Francois I of France, whom Leonardo da Vinci was loyal to, formed an alliance with Suleiman the Magnificent of the Ottoman Empire. This time-breaking diplomatic alliance became the earliest example of modern European diplomacy.

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There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

The British who follow this "truth" are "gloriously isolated". As long as they can endure the loneliness, it doesn't matter if they are seeking profit. It is precisely because of this strong sense of "independence" that the small British Isles can be divided into

Wales, Scotland and England each represent a country in the Quidditch World Cup.

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

She opened her eyes drowsily, looked at the white tomb not far away, and then closed them again.

She didn't want to go to the broom closet. It reminded her of her hasty wedding. Her new house was actually a broom closet. Who had ever seen such a confused bride like her?

But that desperate impulse was extremely stimulating, and it reminded her of the feeling of being 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 kissed her forehead restrainedly, the feeling was so pure, "We'll come back tomorrow."

She was still staring at the grave.

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

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

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

The two of them soon disappeared by the Black Lake.
Chapter completed!