Chapter 20 Poverty Hogwarts

Dumbledore was not here. He was eating in the school hall in the morning, but he disappeared to nowhere in the afternoon.

Now Pomona wants to find a way to get the approval slip for reading in the restricted book area. Her own dean is not here. Who else can she turn to besides Professor McGonagall?

She didn't know what intrigues the adults were playing, she only knew that it was irresponsible to involve an ignorant child, and that ignorant child happened to be herself, so this kind of anger was even more unforgettable.

For God's sake, today is her first day of school!

She became famous for quieting the Whomping Willow in public. The sight of her in the corridor made her uncomfortable. She was a low-key Hufflepuff, not a Slytherin or a Gryffindor.

The feeling of floating in the clouds made her very uneasy. She wanted to go home, just like those Muggle freshmen crying in the corridor.

"Love is like lightning, it catches people off guard..."

There was also a radio in Professor McGonagall's office, and this song was playing on it. Pomona had an inexplicable urge to jump off Gryffindor Tower on a broomstick.

Hahaha, how refreshing it is, the thoughts in the mind of a crazy Hufflepuff girl are so crazy.

"Button, button, button."

"Come in." After the knock on the door, Professor McGonagall's voice came from inside. Pomona opened the door. Professor McGonagall was sitting behind the desk writing and drawing, and the radio where she was singing just now was turned off.

"Professor, I have a question for you." Pomona said as she closed the door.

"Of course, if you have any questions, just ask." Mag put down his quill and looked at her expectantly.

"Can I transfer to another school?" Pomona said seriously, "I think I have the right to drop out, right?"

"Many new students are as maladjusted as you, Miss Martin, but you will find school life interesting as long as you try to fit in."

Pomona sat slumped in the chair opposite Professor McGonagall. Her life had changed drastically since she got the first wand. She felt like she was almost as out of control as the Whomping Willow.

"What's troubling you, Miss Martin?" Professor McGonagall asked in a low voice.

"I think there must be something wrong with me." Pomona said, staring at Professor McGonagall.

"Why do you say that?"

"Sometimes I can see some hallucinations." To be precise, it is not "seeing", but appears in the back of my mind, a dark shadow in the thick fog. "And I always have a bad premonition."

"I think this is normal." Professor McGonagall stood up and poured Pomona a glass of water. "Little wizards of your age have very unstable magic powers. That's why you must learn to use magic."

Pomona felt that Professor McGonagall's answer could not solve her problem, and she still felt flustered.

"However, your condition may also be related to your bloodline." After placing the water glass in front of Pomona, Professor McGonagall sat opposite her and said, "Sometimes Veela will predict like centaurs, Hagrid

When he first entered school, he was emotionally unstable for a while, but then he went to the Forbidden Forest and got better."

"Are you encouraging me to go to the Forbidden Forest?" Pomona opened her mouth in surprise. "Didn't you and the principal say that students are prohibited from going to the Forbidden Forest?"

"Student, of course." Professor McGonagall laughed weirdly, "But your situation is different from theirs. Have you ever thought about staying in school and becoming a teacher, Pomona?"

Pomona felt like she had been struck by lightning again.

"Mixed-blood giant, half-blood goblin, I believe you know who I am talking about. Our Herbology department does lack a qualified professor now, and you have also talked to Professor Slughorn before. Potions class requires a lot of medicinal materials.

, many of them are precious and expensive. Our budget is limited. If our greenhouse can be used, we can have a lot of expenses left. You should have noticed that, plus the dormitory and Hagrid, the forest manager

, we have a total of twenty-four faculty members. In addition to teaching one thousand and thirty-four students, we also have to manage thousands of acres of property and a castle that has been built for more than a thousand years. The four founders of the college back then

When we set the school's location here, we signed many agreements with other races. To put it simply, our school needs talents like you."

Pomona was stunned and said, "But I'm only eleven years old..."

"Yes, you have seven years to consider whether you want to stay or not. Herbology is a compulsory course for ordinary wizard level examinations. We hope that students' performance can be improved on the current basis. The current professors are you

Your teacher will be your colleague from now on. If you have any questions in the future, you can just ask them directly like before. Hogwarts is not only the home of students, but also the home of staff..."

"Do you owe anyone money now?" Pomona interrupted Professor McGonagall.

"We do have a small disagreement when it comes to sponsors." Professor McGonagall still maintained a perfect smile, "But it's not to the point of being in debt."

"Can I ask why?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

Pomona thought for a moment and nodded solemnly.

"You know we have an old school friend. His original name was Tom Riddle, but now people call him the Lord of Darkness. He once asked Dumbledore for the position of Professor of Dark Arts, but Dumbledore did not agree. Now he is in the Wizarding School

The nobles are very influential, and the Minister of Magic has recently become suspicious of Dumbledore, so we..."

"I understand." Pomona interrupted Professor McGonagall. "Then can we reduce our food expenses?"

"I'm afraid not." Professor McGonagall took off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "You never know how much adolescent boys can eat."

Pomona's mind flashed back to the Snape she had just met in the Slytherin cellar. Sirius Black was obviously much more handsome than him, but he was not as profound as Snape's impression on her.

Should a teenage boy be like him?

"I'll think about it." Pomona stood up. "By the way, Professor McGonagall, I need to check some information in the restricted book area. Can you give me an approval slip?"

"How do you know that the content you want to check is in the restricted area?"

"Believe me, there is absolutely no relevant knowledge in the seventh-grade herbal medicine textbook."

"But you are still a freshman, I can't make an exception for you."

Pomona couldn't help but darken her face, "If you were not so anxious to transplant the Whomping Willow, it wouldn't be so troublesome. I don't want to sacrifice my rest time to deal with a problem that a student shouldn't deal with."

"Don't be angry Pomona, this is Hogwarts, books are not only found in the library."

Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "You can ask Nearly Headless Nick. He usually floats near the tapestry on the eighth floor of the castle where the troll beats Barnabas silly. Maybe you will find something unexpected."

has a problem.

Pomona intuitively told her that there was something in Professor McGonagall's words, but she was only Dumbledore's assistant, and the real problem was the seemingly amiable headmaster.

"Any other questions? Miss Martin?"

"there is none left."

"Then good luck to you." Professor McGonagall said, and then she lowered her head and started writing, ignoring her.
Chapter completed!