Chapter 2647 Wind and Flowers (26)

Both Fudge and Damocles Belby were present at the breakfast, as if they were treating the contest as a social event.

While drinking coffee, Pomona looked at them and thought fiercely. This way, even if Damocles loses, he can recover his losses, because he can make many "friends" and expand his influence in the international potions world.

"Are you here to represent Hogwarts?"

Pomona followed the sound and looked over.

"Bartholomew Hayden, it's an honor to meet you." The man extended his hand toward Pomona. "I'm from Beauxbatons."

"Nice to meet you." Pomona said in French. "I came here with my friends."

Hayden was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I didn't expect Professor Snape to need someone to cheer for him."

"I'm not cheering him on," Pomona said dryly.

"Of course, Potions is not Quidditch. I didn't expect that I would gain so much from coming to the UK this time. I originally planned to come to see Quidditch. By the way, I am a fan of the Tornadoes."

"Do you like British professional teams?" Pomona asked in surprise.

Hayden shrugged, "If I said the name of a French Quidditch team, would you recognize it?"

"Try it." Pomona said enthusiastically.

"The Dragonflies of Lens."

"Is this a real name or did you make it up?" Pomona asked.

"Look, that's why I said I'm a Tornadoes fan." Hayden smiled and said, "I like Quidditch, but you don't seem to like it that much."

Pomona originally wanted to defend himself, but later admitted with a smile.

"I prefer food. What do you teach at Beauxbatons?" Pomona asked.

"Entomology, but it's harder than I thought to get girls to accept what a butterfly looks like before it metamorphoses, so my class is an elective." Hayden said calmly.

She thought for a moment and realized that insects were also an important component of potion ingredients, although caterpillars were natural enemies of many plants.

There is a kind of swallowtail butterfly called Paris Papilio. It has this name not because it is produced in Paris, but because it has a emerald blue spot on its hind wings. Europeans at that time called that color Paris Papilion.

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Its larvae like citrus plants very much, while its adults like white flowers, and citrus flowers happen to be white.

Without human intervention, the swallowtail butterfly pollinates white-flowered plants such as citrus, and the citrus bears fruits, which are eaten by animals. However, the larvae of the swallowtail butterfly eat the leaves of fruit trees, which will cause a reduction in citrus production, so this beautiful butterfly

It is classified as a pest.

Humans have created language and words to express and describe their feelings about external stimuli, but for animals that cannot express themselves, they have no idea what they feel.

The difference between humans being able to perceive magical plants and not is based on human standards.

Pomona couldn't help but think of the scene when she saw Neville and Rue together in the greenhouse... She thought she might be overthinking it, because she thought Neville looked like he was talking to a potted plant. Even though

Hearing strange sounds in the wizarding world is not a good thing. When the basilisk was active in the castle, Harry heard its complaints coming from the walls.

Talking to a snake was weird enough, let alone a potted plant, but she was only upset for a moment when a house elf carrying a dinner plate came over and tugged at the hem of Pomona's skirt.

"A wizard asked me to give it to you." The elf said to Pomona.

Pomona didn't say thank you this time. She took the note the elf gave her, glanced at it briefly, made an excuse to say goodbye to Hayden, and left the dinner venue.

She walked quickly, almost jogging, down the deserted corridor until she came to what might have been a witness waiting room. There was an Auror standing outside the door. The door was open and Severus could be seen.

He was standing by the fireplace with his back to the door.

"You can't close the door," the Auror said as she reached the door.

"I'm not here to visit the prison," Pomona said harshly, and then slammed the door shut.

Hearing the door close, Severus turned to look at her.

"This isn't the first time you've prepared wolf juice, Severus," Pomona said.

"No, this is the first time." He said coldly, "I used to prepare an improved version of Wolfsbane potion."

Pomona chose to swallow her anger and made her forget what he asked her to do.

"Aren't you worried?" he asked suddenly.

"What?"

"That's right, I'm the first, you don't have to worry about Lupine dying." He said sarcastically, but Pomona felt that he was expressing another meaning.

"Both Filius and I have made new progress in the investigation of Harry Potter's Patronus, what about you?" Pomona said.

He frowned and looked at her in confusion.

"Harry felt that he could successfully summon the Patronus because he knew that he could succeed, so he didn't have any hesitation or anxiety, just like you..."

"I'm not nervous!" Severus interrupted her immediately and fiercely.

"What I want to say is that it is this certainty that makes Harry full of confidence. Lucius asked you how you want to celebrate after the game is over. What do you think?" Pomona asked calmly.

"Hasn't he already decided to hold a ball at the Malfoy house?" Severus said.

Pomona looked at him speechlessly. Sometimes she really felt puzzled by the "friendship" between him and Lucius.

"Look, this is confidence. Do you still remember how you responded when Lockhart wanted to make the mandrake water for you?"

He didn't answer.

But Pomona remembers the scene...

"We should give Harry Potter a lightbulb," Severus said suddenly.

"What?" Pomona asked confused.

"This way the whole world can revolve around him." He said with a smug smile.

Pomona had no idea what this sentence meant.

"You have no sense of humor."

She simply couldn't believe her ears.

"I……"

"I will join you another day." He said softly, "Thank you for telling me this."

She observed his expression carefully, he might have really calmed down, his dark eyes were dull again.

"Let me ask you a question, do you think Harry can tell the difference between Hermione? I mean Hermione before time travel, and Hermione after time travel."

He seemed puzzled by her question.

"Minerva told Hermione that she couldn't be seen, but we all know that Hermione was witnessed by many people, including Harry and Ron. Do you think they knew who Hermione was in class with them?

" Pomona asked again.

He seemed to understand what she meant.

"Do you know who I am?" Pomona asked with a smile.

"Yes." He hissed like a snake. "What is the purpose of your coming?"

"I'm here to tell you that you won and everything went well. This is the result. No matter what I tell you, it can't change this."

He took a step forward, but the door behind Pomona opened.

"It's time, Professor." The Auror said coldly.

Pomona looked at Severus for a while before leaving the room.

"I want to meet the Volunteers," Pomona said.

"I'm sorry, it's too dangerous," the Auror said to Pomona, "even if he is locked in a cage."

"He's not an animal!" Pomona yelled in a low voice.

The Auror shook his head and said, "Please come back."

She glared at the young man and wanted to ask him which class he graduated from, but she still left without saying a word.

However, she did not return to the breakfast meeting because now she was so nervous that her stomach ached and she couldn't even drink water, let alone breakfast. She just wanted to find a place to relax.

She walked aimlessly and then came to the elevator. There were many people coming in and out.

She couldn't help but picture the Time-Turner in her mind, now in the Department of Mysteries.

With her current defensive appearance, maybe she could "take" one out.

This idea has been lingering in her mind.

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However, Pomona has never actually tried to steal the Time-Turner, firstly because all the Time-Turners were broken after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, and secondly because...

Georgiana looked at the empty wine glass in front of her. Laget had already left. He told her a lot. Although he used more tactful language, she still understood what he meant.

There was once a group of bankers who got together and discussed how to lend money while drinking.
To be continued...