Chapter 2587 Cheese Trap (Twenty-three)

"What you just said are all written in this book?"

Pomona casually picked up a book spread out on Livi's table.

"No, it's another one." Felicity reached out and took the book away from Pomona across the desk.

She looked at the binding of the book and saw that it must be at least a hundred or two hundred years old. The key thing is that it was written in French.

This reminded her of Madame Maxime and her original purpose, as well as Severus' reminder in the double-sided mirror yesterday that a student would take advantage of the Triwizard Tournament to come to Hog

Watts searches for Nick Flamel's legacy.

She felt that Albus should not keep things that belonged to others, despite his good relationship with Nico Flamel.

Moreover, he also asked Nick to give up immortality. Why did she have a strange feeling?

"professor!"

Just as Pomona was walking towards the lounge in a hurry, Neville stopped her.

"Oh, what's the matter with you?" Pomona asked.

"I would like to ask, does our school have an aquatic plant greenhouse?" Neville handed the book in his arms to Pomona. "I found this at Scamander's house."

Pomona took the book. This was an Herbology textbook once used at Hogwarts. It described magical plants in Africa, but it was no longer in use.

"We don't have an aquatic plant greenhouse." Pomona returned the book to Neville.

"What? Why?" Neville asked.

Pomona pointed to herself.

"Because I am the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts." After she finished speaking, she turned around and opened the door to her office, and she was greeted by countless letters.

She almost forgot about it and closed the door.

"Let's go to the greenhouse."

"Longbottom." Snape walked over with a stiff face, "Who allowed you to enter the school during the holidays?"

"See you soon," Neville said to Pomona, and then passed by his former Boggart.

She thought Snape would teach him a lesson, but instead he grabbed her arm and dragged her into the office.

"What letter?" he asked in a questioning tone.

"What, what letter?" Then she saw the pile of letters on the table. "That's a letter from parents complaining about why the school hired werewolves as teachers."

"Don't play tricks. When did you and Filius start communicating?" he continued to question.

"I didn't." She tried to push his shoulder and push him further away. "He just handed over Greta's invitation to me."

He listened quietly.

"You know, the Advanced Herbalism Committee is the diplomatic department of the Ministry of Magic. She needs me to go to invite those 'foreign friends'." Pomona said.

"So this is a big diplomatic ball?" he said grimly.

"I don't know if it's a diplomatic ball or not. I probably won't run away from the big event," Pomona said, "especially at this time."

"Why have you been talking about outfits for so long?"

"Of course not, he also told me about the lake."

"anything else?"

"Why should I tell you?" she asked.

"How about a deal? I'll help you brew the uplifting potion, and you tell me how the maze works?"

"No!" she said immediately, which angered him.

"You're willing to tell Felicity but you won't tell me?"

She remembered the "prophecy" that the Dark Lord would be reunited with his servant tonight, although she knew that Snape could not leave the school that night, but the missing Peter Pedro was more suspicious. That day Harry took

On the Marauder's Map, I met Peter Pedro in the Portrait Gallery, which was very close to Slytherin's crypt.

What was he going to do? To meet Snape, who was also a Death Eater?

"Answer my question!" he said through gritted teeth.

"I lied to him," Pomona said. "That's a secret. I can't reveal it."

The tense anger that seemed to be erupting from his body disappeared.

"And I don't think you need to do the invigorating potion. These senior students can do it."

"How about we cooperate? Just like before." He suggested.

"I thought your 'eggs' were ready." Pomona said. "Please step aside, thank you."

He still wouldn't let her go.

"Last question, on the afternoon of the accident, you went to the Quidditch pitch and met the pink-haired Auror."

"You mean Tonks? She just finished training." Pomona said easily, "And Ginny, they are chatting together."

"What are you talking about?" he asked out of curiosity.

"I can't say."

He immediately became angry again.

"How can I tell you a girl's secret?" She knocked him away with the waist of a bucket.

Tonks did not ask Pomona to keep it a secret, but she planned to keep it a secret for Ginny, even though it was obvious to everyone that Ginny liked Harry.

He grabbed her arm again.

"I want to help, how about letting me join?"

She thought of the eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest. The interns probably wouldn't be able to clean them up before school started. His potion might come in handy.

"I'm going to find Hagrid, will you go?"

"Of course." He was so kind as to open the door for her.

In fact, she came here to sleep, and she couldn't sleep now, but she didn't feel tired at all.

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Georgiana stood up from the water, wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel, and then lay down on the deck chair.

Sybil, who has an "inner eye", rarely leaves the tower in order to avoid worldly events affecting her predictions, so Pomona gave her the puzzle that the Sphinx asked the contestants to write. Anyway, she

He often makes predictions like puzzles to make people guess.

However, when Sybil was "awake"... there was spy in front of spider. Maybe she predicted something, but Pomona would misunderstand, thinking that the spy was talking about Snape, and ignored other people.

He looks suspicious at first glance, doesn't he?

Among the builders of the maze was Hagrid, but Hagrid had a "bad record". During the school year of the Sorcerer's Stone, he leaked the weakness of the three-headed hell dog because of a dragon egg. In order to prevent him from leaking the secret again, Pomona decided to

Let him come in last and make the hedge tall and strong.

This may be Hagrid's "talent". Whether it is a pumpkin or a snail, it will grow into a big one, and he is also very familiar with those shrubs. After all, its seeds were obtained by Hagrid from a passerby in order to hatch dragon eggs.

Collected.

He even had a way to get the sniffing magic grass. With it, the sniffers would not like to collect shiny things so much, because they got what they wanted most.

One night, Albus asked Pomona to come to the trophy storage room, where a wooden box decorated with gems was stored.

Then he tapped the wooden box three times with the Elder Wand, and the wooden box flew up, revealing a wooden cup inside.

"This is the Goblet of Fire." Albus looked at the wooden goblet and said, "It's amazing, isn't it?"

It would not be unusual if this cup was only used for drinking, but it was not filled with wine, but with fire. Normally, wouldn't wood be thrown into the fireplace to help the flames burn?

"What spell was used on it?" Pomona asked.

"If I told you that it was formed naturally, would you believe it?" Albus asked.

Pomona looked at the goblet. Only part of it was artificially carved, and the other part was made of wood.

In fact, there are turtles in pet stores, and their shells are decorated with beautiful gems, but Pomona does not do that.

She thinks it's fine if it stays natural.

"What did you feel?" Albus asked.

"It's alive," Pomona said.

"What does it want?" Albus asked.

"Do you have any firewhiskey?" Pomona asked.

"Does it want to drink?" Albus asked.

"No, I want to drink." Pomona said. "Won't you have some too?"

"You know, the Goblet of Fire can make impartial and fair choices." Albus said, "I hope you can keep a clear mind."

"Why are you talking drunkenly when you haven't drunk?" Pomona giggled.

Albus smiled mysteriously and left the trophy room.
Chapter completed!