Chapter 2500 “Little Trick” (2)

There was a full moon on the first day of the new school year, which was not "good news" for the children who welcomed a werewolf as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, especially since Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban and wanted to hunt down

He, the Ministry of Magic sent dementors, and they even "attacked" Harry Potter on the Hogwarts Express.

The door to her office was pushed open with a bang.

"Come in." She looked at the book in her hand and said without raising her head.

"Where is Longbottom?" shouted the annoyed old bat.

She took the time to glance at him across the page and found that he seemed really angry. If he found Neville at this time, Neville would definitely be torn to pieces.

"He didn't come to my place today." She remained calm and said, "What happened?"

The old bat seemed not to believe what she said and entered the greenhouse without permission.

Just as he walked into the innermost part of the greenhouse, Neville ducked down and got out of the open door through the cover of the console. He looked very frightened, although he was not as frightened as Harry Potter.

Passed out, Malfoy has been talking about this to everyone since the first day of school.

"What are you doing?" she asked Neville quietly.

"I'll explain it to you later." Neville lowered his voice, took away the teacup on her table, and looked at the tea stains on the bottom of the cup.

She became more and more puzzled as to what the boys were doing.

"Professor Trelawney said in Divination class that something bad was going to happen to my grandma." Neville's round face wrinkled in frustration. "I think she is wrong."

"Longbottom!" Snape yelled in the greenhouse.

Neville panicked and tried to put the teacup back, then took the opportunity to sneak away.

"Wait! Take it away!" Pomona refused. "How do I explain to him that I only use two teacups?"

So Neville took the tea cup away again. Unfortunately, he didn't have Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, but he still thought of another way. The children in the lower grades who were taking Care of Magical Creatures class just finished class, and Neville curled up.

, mix in and go back to the castle together.

Seeing that he was safe, Pomona sat on the chair again and continued reading as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, the old bat came out, his black cloak was like billowing black fog, and he stood in front of Pomona in an eerie manner.

"Where is he?" Old Bat gritted his teeth and asked word by word.

"How do I know?" she said pretentiously.

"I know he is here with you, don't cover him up."

"You just searched, did you find it?"

"There were two teacups on the table just now." He said, looking at Pomona's face.

"You're wrong." Pomona said. As soon as she finished speaking, Snape reached out and turned the book in her hand over.

"You took it backwards." He said coldly.

"I can't read German." She struggled desperately.

"Then why are you reading it?"

"research."

"about what?"

"Muggle history, oh, you went to Muggle school, how about we sit down and talk about it?"

Snape ignored her and strode like a hound in the direction Neville had left.

"In 1503, Principal Edessa Sardenburg passed away." Pomona said towards his back. "In the same year, the Scottish Parliament passed the Tree Planting Act to encourage the planting of oak trees, and these trees would be planted 300 years later.

Became the wood used by the warships at the Battle of Trafalgar!”

"What's the connection?" Snape turned around and asked.

"Do you think the trees in the Forbidden Forest are related to these trees? They are at least five or six hundred years old."

"The trees in the Forbidden Forest are different from ordinary trees. They are magical creatures." After he finished speaking, he grabbed his robe and planned to leave.

"Have you noticed that the pumpkins grown by Hagrid are so big that they are almost big enough for Cinderella to make her pumpkin carriage?" Pomona said.

He looked at her suspiciously.

"Sit down." She used a duplication spell on the tea cup, and there was another cup on the table. "Grindelwald is the most dangerous wizard in the past four centuries. I am very curious about what happened in the 16th century. Have you seen The Witcher?"

There are no fairy tales.”

"You have so many questions." He said impatiently and sat down opposite Pomona.

"About the story of the wizard and the crucible, there was a terrifying version in the 16th century. The wizard planned to practice actual combat, but the villagers held torches and rakes..."

"I know the story." Snape interrupted.

"The crucible swallowed the villagers and spit out some substances similar to human bodies. I was wondering if the wizard in the story was trying to make human bodies." Pomona said, "It's like what the Dark Lord planned to do after he got the Philosopher's Stone."

of."

Snape leaned back on the chair, sat comfortably, and fell into deep thought.

It seemed that Neville's life was temporarily saved.

She thought a little thankfully and poured a cup of tea for the old bat.

"What does this have to do with Germany?" Snape asked.

"I heard that Muggles proposed the chaos theory. A butterfly flapping its wings in a South American forest will eventually form a storm in North America. This will definitely not happen overnight, just like an oak tree planted, it will take many years to become useful,"

The Victory was made entirely of Scottish oak, do you think this was one of the reasons for the victory at the Battle of Trafalgar?"

"You don't fight with equipment alone." Snape immediately corrected him, and planned to have a long discussion on this issue like other men.

"Yes, yes." Pomona waved her hands quickly, "I just want to tell you that I discovered a wonderful connection."

"You are so far-fetched." He said angrily, "The way you said it, everything can be connected."

"After the Battle of Jena, Prussia carried out the Stein Hardenburg reforms. He said that 'from top to bottom you have to do what the French did from bottom to top.' What do you think the mysterious man did?

Reform?" Pomona asked.

Snape didn't answer.

"You didn't think about this when you joined the Death Eaters when you were young?" Pomona asked.

"Not everyone who joins the Death Eaters wants to change the world." He said indifferently, "The vast majority of people just want to go crazy or get benefits from it."

"Something like Lucius Malfoy?" Pomona asked. "What happened to his house elves after they were released?"

"Did Stein Hardenburg do it?" Snape asked.

"What to do?"

“Working from the top down must accomplish what is done from the bottom up.”

"I don't know, I'm reading, but I don't understand German." Pomona flipped through the book in his hand.

Snape took it easily.

"When did you learn it?" Pomona asked curiously.

He buried his head in the book in his hand and completely ignored her.

She curled her lips, got up and walked towards the greenhouse, intending to comfort the frightened plants.

Not only animals can be frightened, but plants can also be frightened. Of course, no one believes her. How can plants have the same reaction as animals?

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"Would you like sugar and milk?" Georgiana asked Leila.

"No... no need." Leila said nervously.

Georgiana didn't ask her why she was so nervous. Leila was only 16 years old, and not everyone was born to be an actor. Her face didn't turn red when she lied or acted.

"I just talked with Alice, and she mentioned to me what she gained from the trip. I almost forgot, what do you think you gained from this trip?" Georgiana asked easily.

Leila moved a little, as if thinking about how to express herself.

"Why don't you go with Matilda to buy Christmas gifts for the children in the workhouse?" Georgiana asked while drinking tea.

"I don't like toys." Leila said cautiously, "I prefer reading."

Georgiana didn't believe what she said at all.

"Don't stay in your room all the time, go out for a walk more often."

"I'd rather rest." Leila complained, "There are too many people at the registration desk."

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah!" Leila cried sadly and began to pour the bitter water.

Georgiana listened quietly. She knew that young girls loved to play, so how could they work peacefully.
To be continued...