Chapter 2609 partake(1)

In English, partake and drink both mean drinking, but partake pays more attention to participation, while drink pays more attention to drinking.

Tina, Pomona and Hagrid chatted for a while and then went back to the venue, although they were not the protagonists.

No matter what, Greta is very happy today.

Pomona thought as she looked at the "school director" walking around in the crowd like a butterfly in a flower, and then thought about how to call Cedric over if he had to take care of Scamander for the rest of the time.

, might as well go back early. It is not good for an underage child to stay too late at such a party, although he does not need to go to bed at 9 o'clock.

"Dean?"

Pomona followed the sound and saw it was Maricine O'Flaherty, Hufflepuff's batter.

"Oh, hello, Maricine, why are you here?" Pomona said.

"I'm coming to the party."

"I'm going to find Newt." Tina waved to Pomona and disappeared among the guests.

"only you?"

"There is also an uncle, he is over there."

Pomona looked in the direction Mary Xin pointed, and Felivi was talking to a tall man.

"Is that your uncle?" Pomona asked.

"He is the screenwriter of Wizard Broadway, from the United States." Mary Xin wrinkled her nose and said.

Judging from the things Pomona has searched from student dormitories, who among the young people today still watches musicals? It is estimated that he and Li Wei, who writes classical music, have a lot in common.

Pomona didn't want to go over and listen to them talking about this. She searched around the venue to see if she could find someone to "socialize" with.

"Good evening," she heard a woman say.

Pomona looked over and saw an old witch wearing an elegant dress and a diamond trembling flower in her hair.

"Who are you……"

"I am Felicia Caplan, a member of the Witches' Union, and I think you should meet Jarrod Lockhart."

Maricine stuck out her tongue, Pomona still kept smiling.

"He was a colleague of mine," Pomona said.

"I heard that he spent a very heroic year at Hogwarts, but unfortunately he was seriously injured and had to be hospitalized for a long time." Felicia said.

Pomona didn't know where to start.

"I have always taught my grandson to be as brave as Gerald. I wonder if you still remember him." Felicia said.

Pomona thought for a moment.

"Are you Diego Caplan's grandma?"

Felicia smiled and nodded.

"Where's Diego?" Pomona asked.

"He's in training."

"What training, Auror?" Pomona asked.

"Dance training, he wants to be a dancer." Felicia said solemnly.

Pomona really couldn't think of how to express it for a moment.

Diego Caplan graduated a year before Harry entered school. He was once the best Hufflepuff, similar to Cedric now. He is good at dueling, especially the shield charm and the healing spell.

Well, he is also good at herbal medicine and potions.

No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't understand why Diego gave up all this to learn dancing.

Felicia said a few more polite words, and then left them.

"She's so easy to deceive," Marycine said to Pomona after she was far away, "she actually believed what Lockhart wrote in the book."

"Do you know who's behind Witch Weekly?" Pomona asked Marycine.

Mary Xing suddenly understood.

"Witch Weekly" is a joint publication of the Witches Association. After seeing Felicia, Pomona was not surprised why Lockhart had been voted the most charming smile award for five consecutive years. How could an older woman refuse Lockhart?

What about the smile of a handsome young man like Hart?

But now that Lockhart is in hospital, Harry Potter has replaced him as the hot topic of Witch Weekly, even though he is only 14 years old, and there are many photos of him at Quidditch matches in the weekly.

There was a junior Gryffindor who was always chasing Harry to take pictures, and Pomona suspected that those pictures were circulated from him.

"Where does Draco Malfoy rank on the date list?" Pomona said, looking at the Platinum family not far away.

"What?" Maricine asked in surprise.

Pomona looked at Marycine with a smile, "I know you made a date list for all the boys in the school. Where does Draco Malfoy rank?"

"I...I went to find my uncle! Sorry." Marilyn said to Pomona, and then ran away quickly.

Pomona was confident enough to follow her slowly, because the direction Maricine ran was exactly the direction she was going.

Her "male companion" was chatting with the screenwriter of American Wizard Broadway.

'It would be nice if he were taller.'

She looked at Li Wei and thought with regret.

——————————————————————————————————

"Here are the results of our investigation."

After the three returned to the castle together, Pomona reported to Albus the report about Harry Potter releasing a super-powerful Patronus by the lake in the Forbidden Forest.

Albus sank into the chair behind his desk, his slender hands crossed.

"Do you have anything to add?" Albus asked Felicity and Severus.

"Not yet." Severus replied.

"It sounds like you still have doubts?" Albus asked.

"What you just heard is very different from the results of our initial investigation. Professor Sprout even complained to me that she got a 't'." Severus said strangely and angrily.

"Then what?"

"We can continue to 'dig deeper', but we need more information. Filius said that the Pensieve was dug out of the earth..."

"There are some secrets that only the Headmaster is entitled to know. Severus, I'm afraid I have to refuse your 'reasonable request'." Albus interrupted Snape.

"What do you think?" Severus looked at Felicity.

"I'm more interested in the growth of the wand." Filvey looked at Albus. "As the owner of the Elder Wand, what do you think is the difference between it and your original one?"

Albus smiled and said nothing.

"You also said that you felt a 'resonance' in that place." Pomona said. "Did you forget it so quickly, Severus?"

The old bat's face was stiff, obviously unconvinced.

"The wand weigher is a very delicate machine that can accurately measure the length, core material and age of a wand. Do you think we should use it to replace the wand weighing ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament?

Albus asked suddenly.

No one spoke.

"When the Triwizard Tournament was suspended, the wand weighing device had not yet been invented. The person responsible for this ritual relied more on his own experience and feelings, just like our friend from the United States, not to mention that she also noticed the wand.

The material of the wood is something that the wand weighing machine cannot do." Albus said, "Aurors are responsible for security, and the wand weighing ceremony focuses more on keeping the wands in a state suitable for competition."

"A wand scale can't be like a human, can it?" said Felicity.

"That's right," Albus said.

"I think we have no other better choice." Filvey looked at Pomona and Severus. "Follow tradition."

"How do we ensure that that person is fair and impartial?" Severus asked Albus.

"I think Ollivander is trustworthy," Albus said.

"If the Ministry of Magic agrees with your point of view," Severus said coldly.

"I know that they believe in that machine, but as long as no one reminds them, they will forget about the Triwizard Tournament and this ritual. We just need to find a small room to conduct it quietly."

"How about just canceling it?" Severus sneered. "If it is a solemn and fair ceremony, why should it be carried out 'quietly'?"

"There will be many people watching your weighing ceremony, but have you ever thought about the feelings of the person standing on the scale?" Albus said angrily, "He may be more nervous than you."

"There are wand makers from other countries, and I'm worried that they will compete with Ollivander for this honor." Pomona said immediately, "The UK is the organizer no matter what."

"Yes, Ollivander has not participated in any gambling. I believe in his impartiality and he will not favor anyone." Felivi also said.

"I did you a 'little favor', and now it's time for you to repay me, Severus." Albus stared into Severus's eyes and said, "And all you need to do is keep quiet."

Snape held his head high and said slowly, "Yes, Headmaster."
To be continued...