Chapter 2736 The Land of Firebirds (44)

Due to the death of Barty Crouch Sr., many old cases have been uncovered, and Kingsley seems to believe that there are important clues and suspicious suspects among these people.

"Are you sure Ivan Rossier is dead?" Amelia Burns asked.

"Of course, right in front of my eyes!" Alastor Moody said rudely.

"But what Mr. Crouch signed was a warrant for his arrest," Amelia Burns said.

"I can't stop him from resisting arrest, can I?" Moody said sarcastically.

"No." Kingsley suddenly said, "That was your idea."

Moody looked at Kingsley.

"You said it, use yourself as bait so we can ambush him." Kingsley said.

As Moody was speechless, Amelia Burns said, "So this was not a legitimate arrest?"

"We were chasing dangerous Death Eaters, Deputy Director. I wanted to go to his house with a search warrant, but Rosier was hiding." Kingsley looked at Moody and said, "But I didn't think so either.

He should be killed."

"He took Alastor's nose." Snape said in a soft tone. "Although I think you have a nose and you can't see it."

"You don't look very good either." Moody said arrogantly.

"Then do you think anyone in his family will take revenge for this?" Amelia asked.

"This arrest was carried out secretly. Outsiders only knew that Ivan Rossier died because of resisting arrest, including Minister Crouch," Kingsley said.

An old man wearing an ugly hat whispered in Amelia's ear.

"That's my old friend, Alphias Dorje." Albus Dumbledore said behind her. "He is now an advisor to the Wizengamot."

As soon as Albus finished speaking, the conversation between Amelia and Dorje also ended.

"Let's look at the next case," Amelia said, turning the file to the next page.

"I think it's time to go." Dumbledore said, and then Pomona felt light all over, and the next moment he was back in the principal's office.

The silverware jingled softly. Fawkes was standing on the shelf combing his feathers. Albus handed her a glass of wine.

"Drink it and you will feel much better." Albus said softly.

She drank it without thinking. The place where the firewhiskey passed was as hot as lava flowing through it, and she subconsciously used Occlumency.

"Did you notice anything strange?" Albus asked.

"Alastor uses a lot less swear words," Pomona said. "I almost thought he and Severus had become friends."

"Maybe retirement has changed him," Albus said.

"Yeah, his backyard is full of trash cans," Pomona said sarcastically.

This incident even made the news. When the Muggle police arrived at his residence, the trash can was still burning and exploding.

"He's just using the trash can as a fortification," Albus said. "It's an old Auror habit."

"Tonks never came to his house before he retired. If you remember, Alastor was Tonks' 'mentor'. What do you want to ask, Albus?" said Pomona.

"Do you know why Severus wanted to exonerate Moody?" Albus said.

"Why don't you just ask them?" Pomona asked.

"I believe there is some kind of 'deal' involved." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at her through his half-moon glasses, "A kind of shady deal."

"Then why do you think I know inside information?"

"You are friends, right?" Albus said calmly.

Pomona was silent.

"Tell me what you know." Albus pressed.

So Pomona told Dumbledore that Ivan Rossier had participated in the murder of Severus' pet thorn, Albus listened quietly and did not startle because he thought it was a child's joke.

Cut her off.

"That's all I know," Pomona said.

"What made you think of giving him a thorn?" asked Albus.

"He wants magical pets," Pomona answered.

"I remember Kettleburn had quite a few swallow-tailed dogs," said Albus.

"Yes, that kind of fluffy little puppy. When you see a wizard, you not only wag your tail, but also roll around on the ground and turn your belly over for anyone to touch." Pomona said coldly, "Think about it, Albus.

Do you think Severus would keep a pet like that?"

Dumbledore was speechless for a moment.

"So this is what he meant by 'security'?" Pomona said.

"He wanted these, so I gave them to him." Dumbledore said easily. "Draw his attention to the things he likes to do and relieve his boredom."

"Isn't it for some other reason?" Pomona asked.

"Is he still letting Neville dissect the horned toad?" said Albus.

Pomona was silent.

"He also remained silent regarding the wand weighing ceremony. Do you still remember the results of your investigation?" Albus asked "Two identical wands appeared at the same time, in the same place, and used the same wand.

Charm. After using the Patronus for the first time by the lake, Harry did not use the wand until he summoned the Patronus in the flesh for the second time."

"You want Ollivander to check it out?" Pomona asked.

"It's strange, that's what Ollivander said."

"What's so strange?"

"I don't know. Are you willing to ask him for me?" Albus asked.

"You can't just ask him?" Pomona asked.

Albus stared at her.

She felt guilty and lowered her head.

"Would you like to ask him for me?" Albus said what he just said again.

"Yes, Principal." She said meekly.

"You can go," Albus said, "while it's still dark."

What was he worried about? Was he afraid that someone would see a beautiful woman coming out of the principal's office?

Pomona smiled sarcastically and returned to the dungeon.

As people age, they tend to change a bit. Maybe Moody's smell of boiled cabbage came from the trash can.

Pomona thought to herself, and took down Neville's latest creation, a bottle of antler wine, from the shelf, but he had not mastered the vinegar-to-wine spell. When she opened the cork, there was still a vinegar smell inside.

Deer antlers are like human nails. They grow every year and will fall off after a certain period of time. They may even fall off after a few bounces.

Neither material was unusual, so Pomona blanked out Neville's failed work.

Severus was right. It was unfair to the other students that she paid too much attention to Neville. Chester had talent and was not like You-Know-Who - at least not so far. She should give him something.

She rummaged through the information left by Cassino and accidentally found the method for making the Animagus transformation potion.

Sirius' family book mentioned that a tribesman tried to make this kind of potion, but he was unlucky and never encountered a thunderstorm. According to the recipe in the book, the potion maker needs to be prepared during a thunderstorm.

On a cold night, place the pupa of a skull-headed hawk moth inside. If all goes well, the potion will turn blood red.

"What are you looking at?" Severus asked.

"Dangerous book." Pomona looked at him standing at the door, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for a book to read." He avoided her sight, walked to her side, and took the book away from her hand.

"With this thing, why does Blake have to practice so hard?" He laughed sarcastically after reading it.

"I don't want the students to find it." Pomona took the book away from him. "I want to find a place to hide it."

"Do you need help?"

Pomona wanted to dig a secret room, which didn't need to be as big as Slytherin's.

She lowered her head and glanced at the book again. Mandrake was written in the recipe. Maybe she could place the secret study underground in the greenhouse.

At this time, he suddenly took her hand and put his big nose to her neck to sniff.

"I miss you." He said in her ear.

She didn't ask him about the three-day deadline, since he didn't mention it himself.

"What do I smell like?" she asked.

"dinner."

Just as he was about to go further, Pomona hit him on the head with the book in his hand.
To be continued...