Team

Mad-Eye never really trusted Severus Snape, and after Dumbledore's death everyone who knew the location of 12 Grimmauld Place automatically became the Secret Keeper.

One hundred wizards chanting the Expansion Spell can expand the space, while twenty people sharing the Loyalty Spell weakens the power of the Loyalty Spell. In order to prevent him from revealing the location of Grimmauld Place, Mad-Eye cast a chokehold spell, even if he wanted to say that.

The place can also restrain his tongue.

Logically speaking, Pomona shouldn't have told Hermione so many things, as her Occlumency was still too poor, but the current situation did not allow Arthur to continue such nonsense.

Let wizards imitate Muggles. Wizards and Muggles understand things differently. Men have lost patience with Arthur. They may not send Nagini to bite him to death like Voldemort, but they will still use other methods to kill him.

There is no point in trying to drive him out of the Ministry of Magic by continuing to persist.

For people who want to live a normal life again, they don't want to meet those lunatics in Azkaban. The two wizarding wars severely damaged the wizarding population and it has not recovered after six years. It is also dangerous to be too friendly to the Muggle world.

It's not a good thing. Hermione looked very unhappy after receiving the ultimatum. She probably would have a very unhappy Christmas, but there was no way. Someone had to clean up these messy things.

Not everyone can enter the confidential ward, but she is Hermione Granger, one of the Magic Triangle, and a famous celebrity. It would be more convenient for her than Pomona to check if there are any disguised magical plants in the ward.

While she was making rounds in the confidential wards, Pomona was looking for her own doctor, Charlotte Prey. She and Molly were from the same family and now they needed to talk.

"I hate you, Severus!" Pomona cursed as she walked away. He didn't like the people of the Order of the Phoenix at all. Mad-Eye was always against him, but now he became cunning and gave her his thumb.

Going around and around, she could only follow his instructions.

The Ministry of Magic will use Muggle expulsion spells to hide some wizarding buildings. It is a good thing for everyone to keep a proper distance, because wizards have basically no understanding of Muggle society. Men do not have time to deal with werewolves and Arthur's "brain" at the same time.

This guy is a mess, not because of his identity as a pure-blood traitor, but because he himself has infected this "disease". More and more wizards are studying and imitating Muggles in a way that they understand, and the imitation is nondescript.

Looks like a mental patient.

"Charlotte!" Pomona found her in a hospital room on the fifth floor.

"What's the matter, Knox?" He put away the quill that was recording rapidly in mid-air.

"How do you recognize me?" Pomona then remembered that she drank the ugly potion.

"Your hair is very impressive."

"I have a question for you. On the day of the dark wizard's attack, did you see a Slytherin child? His name was Theodore Nott."

Charlotte recalled, "No."

"He's right behind you."

"I really have no impression."

"Do you remember the Azkaban prison break ten years ago? At that time, a staff member of the Ministry of Magic was attacked by a devil's net, and a doctor seemed to have been suspended."

"I remember this. The person responsible for treating him was named Miriam Strout, and I took over his shift."

"That's good, don't be as careless as him. I remember St. Mungo's has strict regulations on decorations."

"Is something going to happen again?" Charlotte asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, just do your job well, and be careful not to let suspicious people appear in the confidential ward. Who is in charge of the hospital's guards now?"

"Except for the confidential ward, other places are public places."

"Hell." Pomona cursed like the old bat, and just by chance, Blaise Zabini walked past her. It seemed that he was going to have lunch on the sixth floor.

"Stop!" Pomona grabbed the Slytherin snake's sleeve.

"Who are you?" Zabini asked in fear.

"Go and tell Draco that his godmother is here and ask him to wait in the atrium garden of the sanatorium."

"Why should I listen to you?" Zabini asked inexplicably. "Let go of me."

That's it, that's why the old bat has such a hot temper.

Pomona kept smiling and cast a silent cutting spell on the back of his hand, which immediately bled.

"you……"

"Mr. Zabini, you seem to look down on almost everyone and everything. You even dare to laugh at Draco's father who was ostracized by the Death Eaters. Then I would like to ask you, apart from your good looks, what else is worthy of you?

Proud?" Pomona pressed her nails on the wound, and he immediately gasped in pain, "Go, don't let me say it a second time."

Blaise Zabini puffed up his cheeks like a frog and took the elevator downstairs.

"Do you have a map of St. Mungo's?" Pomona asked Charlotte after he left.

"There should be one in the dean's office."

"Take me there."

"Take my hand," Charlotte said, and the two of them disapparated in the hospital.

The courtyard covered with white snow looked very quiet. In Pomona's memory, the last time she came here was in autumn.

"The general confidential ward is in the main building. You are friends of the dean, so we arranged it in the courtyard where the dean's office is." Charlotte explained, leading her through the corridor. "I don't think you know how much the professor has outside the school."

Success, right?"

Pomona heard the admiration in Charlotte's tone, but in fact she really didn't know what he was doing outside of school.

"He was the one who made the donation from the Malfoy family. He is a real potion master. Teaching in the school is really a waste."

Pomona thought of the scabies potion Neville blew up the cauldron in the first grade. She knew how to prepare that kind of potion, but she didn't think he was incompetent at all.

Being a Death Eater was a stain on his life. Being in a place like school can cut him off from the past, and only then can he achieve his future achievements. This is what he asked for.

The St. Mungo's dean's office is not luxurious. The walls are all made of wood, and there are many portraits of people hanging on it. While Charlotte was communicating with the dean's secretary, Pomona was inspecting it, and soon she was there.

A familiar face was found above.

Delise Devante, one of the few female headmistresses of Hogwarts, her portrait is in Dumbledore's office.

"Hello, Principal." Pomona said to her portrait, "Nice to meet you."

"What's the matter with you?" Dai Lisi asked.

"Please ask Neville Longbottom to come to St. Mungo's."

Pomona felt a stomach ache when she thought of Neville's poor magic power. Don't let him split up accidentally.

However, Delis had already left at this time, perhaps already in the Hogwarts picture frame at this moment.

"Knox, if you want a map, I'm afraid you have to go to the Muggle government to ask for it. St. Mungo's used to be a department store." Charlotte asked after greeting Pomona. This answer did not impress her at all.

Feel better.

The Muggle government was notoriously slow in its efficiency. When she found the map from their archives, she might as well draw a new one herself.

"Thank you, Charlotte, you've been a great help."

She said expressionlessly, and then left the Dean's office. When she returned to the atrium, Draco had already appeared beside the frozen magic fountain.

"What do you want, godmother?" Draco asked.

"Draco, let me ask you, when you were in fifth grade, you formed a patrol team specifically to confront Harry's DA, right?"

"That was how long ago." Draco said in disinterest, "We were still children at that time."

"Now there is a task for you. Ten years ago, that is, the year you formed the patrol, a murder occurred in St. Mungo's. It attracted the attention of the Aurors and indirectly led to the Azkaban incident.

The big jailbreak, now I'm afraid that the old thing will happen again, I want you and your classmates to patrol St. Mungo's just like they did when we searched da at Hogwarts."

"I saw an Auror from the Ministry of Magic patrolling."

"The current frontline is in Azkaban. The more Aurors can go there, the better. You have done a lot of bullying when there are many people and there are too few, but this time you have to face an assassin. Maybe

If someone uses invisibility to sneak in, just treat it as a deadly hide-and-seek."

"Can I invite Astonia to participate?" he said with an interested smile.

"You have to protect her safety. Also, draw me a map of St. Mungo's as soon as possible. Then you can design and arrange patrols on fixed routes. Doctors basically don't know how to fight. You have to select those who can."

Team members.”

Pomona found a branch, drew on the snow, and taught Draco how to draw a defensive map.

She is not a battle mage like Moody, but she still has her own fighting methods, but her brain is not as good as her former student. In his hands, she is like a chess piece, and she only hopes that she will not

It was sacrificed, just like the other chess pieces that were sacrificed by Voldemort in order to gain his trust.
Chapter completed!