Chapter 2766 Masterpiece and Scroll (Part 1)

Pomona made apple soufflé.

In fact, there is no milk in it, but "a lot" of butter. Although it is a bit greasy, it smells sweet and attractive.

She brought her picnic basket to an ancient bookstore in Hogsmeade. Sirius had been there frequently recently, not even Zuko, who usually went there with James.

"Welcome." The shopkeeper said listlessly, his highly myopic eyes like the compound eyes of a dragonfly.

Pomona did not stop on the first floor, but went directly to the second floor. Sirius had a small room there, and he was looking up information intently.

She did not disturb him and sat down in the corner holding the picnic basket.

He is designing a special map. It is said that because the entire magic school is built with ancient magic, he wants to look for clues. However, there are no documents in the entire school library, including the restricted book area, so he needs to go outside the school.

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Many people have seen Sirius playing Quidditch, the unruly Sirius who contradicted Filch, but very few people have seen Sirius reading.

But no matter how handsome the face is, it will feel tired after looking at it for a long time. Pomona couldn't help but yawned.

"When did you come?" Sirius asked.

She quickly covered her mouth, hoping that he hadn't seen her "dragon roar" just now.

Sirius smiled.

"What did you prepare? It smells so good."

As he spoke, he ran to her side and opened the picnic basket.

"Apple crumble," Pomona said.

He didn't really care about what she said, chewing heavily.

"How's the investigation going?" Pomona asked.

"Here you go." Sirius handed her a pile of old books, then took the remaining soufflé and continued to search for information.

Pomona looked at the dirty parchment and felt the need to remind him not to eat while reading.

But Sirius believed that his mother Walburga always "fingered" him at home and had no intention of going home at all. She even went to Scamander's house to spend the summer vacation and bought a winged hippogriff.

beast.

In order not to be annoying, Pomona said nothing more and picked up the information and started reading.

This is a tome about vampires. In the 15th century, there was a French nobleman named de Reiss. He was once a comrade of Joan of Arc. He participated in the war against the British from 1427 to 1435.

John of Lancaster fought, was commended, and became Marshal of France. However, after Joan of Arc was captured and burned to death, he retired to his territory and began to immerse himself in the study of alchemy. He hoped to use blood to create the "Sage of the Sage"

Stone", about 300 children were tortured to death and later burned at the stake.

His territory is in western France, where there is a Château de Champtoise on the Loire River. Two French wizards went to investigate:

We were intoxicated by the magnificent scenery along the way. Although the sky was gray, the hillside in front of us was covered with lush forests, and steep hills could be seen in the distance. Clusters of green trees and farmhouses were set against each other, and there were flowers everywhere.

Apple tree.

People call this area the "middle ground", and the post roads wind through the mountain roads. I don't understand why I have to rush on it in such a hurry. Although this road should be smooth in the summer, the road condition is now very bad. I am very sad.

I regret eating the same bacon and beef cubes as London roast cat for lunch.

The coachman leaned forward and let the carriage continue to run. When we walked onto the white gravel road, the only light came from the lights of the carriage we were riding in. It was dark in front. The branches formed an arch above our heads.

We seemed to be walking through a tunnel, and I saw many wolves, their eyes shining in the dark.

The horses seemed frightened and jumped up and down trying to break free from the reins. The driver tried his best to prevent them from jumping around. After a while, the horses calmed down and the wolves disappeared.

Mr. Mitiash told me not to worry, that the Muggle undead were not scary, and that the only thing we needed to worry about was Rice, but this did not have any consoling effect.

Suddenly I saw a blue flame flickering faintly on the left side of the road. The coachman also saw it, and he immediately stopped his horse.

When she saw this, Pomona felt itchy on the back of her hands, and when she turned the book over, the hairs on her hair stood up immediately.

"ah!!!!"

She jumped up and screamed like she was dying.

Sirius came over immediately to investigate, and he soon discovered the black spider on her arm. He bravely grabbed her hand, slapped the spider to the ground, and trampled it to death.

"What did I think it was?" Sirius complained, "It turns out to be a 'bookworm'."

Pomona was about to cry, even though she wasn't afraid of spiders.

"What happened?" The boss heard the scream and came up to investigate.

"Don't worry, nothing is wrong." Sirius said nonchalantly, then looked at Pomona, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She said sobly.

"There may be curses in these books. Be careful. I am not responsible." The boss said, and then left.

"Careful, Sirius," Pomona said, levitating the old book with her wand and turning the pages, never touching it again.

"What are you looking at?" Sirius asked.

She originally wanted to say she was a vampire, that's what the introduction to the book said.

"It's a dark wizard." Pomona said, "It's similar to the dark wizard in Azkaban, but instead of using Muggle sailors, he uses children."

"He wants to make Dementors too?" Sirius asked.

"He wanted to create the Philosopher's Stone." Pomona said, looking at the book, "But I think he might have created other monsters as well."

"What monster?" Sirius asked.

"I'm watching," Pomona replied.

"If you find something, please call me." Sirius said, and then went back to check the information.

Pomona turned her attention to the book.

The coachman made the sign of the cross on his chest, took out his rosary beads, and after muttering for a while, he shouted to the horses and planned to turn around.

Of course we couldn't turn around, and Mr. Mityash asked the driver to stop his behavior immediately. But the driver said he would rather abandon the vehicle and leave than continue moving forward.

Mr. Mityash opened the car door, took out his wand, and went to check for the "will-o'-the-wisp". Dogs barked from a farmhouse far ahead of the road, and the temperature became lower and lower. Soon everything around us turned into White, that's caused by fog.

Mr. Mityash used a defensive spell, which formed a spherical shield in the fog, and approached the fire.

The fire was really weak and couldn't even illuminate the area around it. At this time, my eyes suddenly became hot and I had a strange hallucination. Mr. Mityash became transparent and I could even pass through his body. See the flickering flames.

This scene was so bizarre that I thought I must have seen it wrong, perhaps due to visual fatigue caused by being in the dark for a long time.

At this time, the moonlight broke through the dark clouds and poked its head out from between the branches. The wolves began to howl and the horses struggled more fiercely than before. I think I saw the blue flames turn red at the same time, and I also saw We saw a huge red monster that looked like a wolf, with white fangs, a long tongue, and strong limbs.

I was so frightened that I almost collapsed, yelling and banging on the car door, trying to alert Mr. Mityash. The coachman was the first to react. He cracked his whip, shouted, and made a 180-degree turn. , heading in the direction we came from.

After they disappeared into the night, I felt an inexplicable chill, followed by a terrible silence. I thought I should go back and save Mr. Mityash.

But fear made me dare not speak or move. The rolling dark clouds covered the moon again. We walked in the dark, and time seemed to have frozen.

When we came to the "middle ground", the carriage stopped once. I opened the door. The flowers of the apple trees fell in the wind and fell on the grass. Not far away were the rolling hills. It looked like It's a prostrate hunting dog.

At this time we met several villagers. Even ordinary farmers had spears prepared on their cars. The poles of the spears were carefully polished and an ax was inlaid on one end.

"The dogs here are very fierce." The farmer driving the cart said jokingly, "Will you come with us?"

"No." I said, "We have to go back."

"Okay." The coachman handed me the whip, and then he turned around and got on the farmer's carriage.

I realized that I couldn't go alone and I had to contact the council as soon as possible to report the incident to them and ask for support.

We need to recruit more people, the more the better.

"Find any useful information?" Sirius asked.

"No." Pomona threw the tome aside and flipped through the next one. "It's just a horror story."
Chapter completed!