Chapter 2783 Spots of Youth (3)

The end of the war caught people off guard, and life suddenly switched from one state to another. Pomona thought there would be no crazier situation than this, but things still exceeded her expectations.

"Give way," she said to the students who were crowding in front of the grand staircase. They filled the stairwell to a crawl.

When she "trekked" to the small platform on the third floor, she first saw Felicity. Standing next to him was a student. Pomona recognized him as William Weasley, but he preferred to be called

This is Bill, he is the eldest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley, and he is in 4th grade this year.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the first two years was part-time by Aurors. When they were away due to missions, the students would study by themselves in the classroom, and Bill would act as their classmates' little teacher at this time.

"professor!"

Pomona heard a student calling her, she came to her senses and looked up at the wall.

A Hufflepuff freshman is trapped in a portrait on the wall.

She looked extremely frightened, beating the invisible "wall" while crying and shouting "help".

"Everyone, go back!" Pomona yelled at the students around him.

The grand staircase was the only way for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students to return to the lounge. They heard Pomona's warning and did not leave immediately, but continued to look at the "painting" and talk about it.

So Pomona used her wand to force the grand staircase to rotate.

The students crowded on the stairs screamed and clung to the railings. When the spiral staircase stopped, they immediately climbed up the stairs to other platforms, and then ran upstairs in a panic.

The students standing on the portrait platform who saw this scene immediately left along another staircase, and in the end only Pomona, Filvey and Bill Weasley were left.

"Help!" Phoebe shouted in the portrait. Because there were no onlookers, her voice could be heard more clearly.

At this time, Minerva and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Patricia Linnaeus came down the stairs. This curse-breaker from Gringotts was the first black magician hired by Hogwarts after the war.

Magic Defense teacher.

"Don't panic." Felivi comforted Pomona, "You go back first, we are here."

Pomona didn't really leave just because of Livi's words.

"I remember she seemed to have a twin sister." Bill said, "Just like Fred and George, they are also twins."

"What's that girl's name?" Minerva asked Bill.

"I don't know, you know, Professor." Bill asked Pomona.

"Her name is Joy," Pomona said.

"Okay, where is Joey now?" Minerva asked.

"She's in the break room," Pomona said.

"You take good care of her and don't let anything happen to her," Minerva said.

"I'll take you back." Bill said immediately.

"Thank you, I can go back by myself." Pomona said, letting the spiral staircase turn back, and then walked down the stairs holding on to the railing.

She didn't understand why Phoebe came here, Hufflepuff's lounge was obviously underground.

Halfway there, she met a dark figure.

It was a dense, rich, worrying darkness that reminded her of the cave guarded by the XZ Snowman.

"All Slytherin is in the common room," Snape said.

Pomona opened her arms and hugged him.

After a few seconds of silence, he reached out and patted her shoulder. He said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid. We have to fulfill our obligations in this terrible thing and do what we think is best."

But she still felt scared and hugged him tightly like a vine.

"Wilmina," Severus said, "Can you take her back to the common room?"

"I can't send her back like this." Graplan said calmly, smoking his pipe, "The whole college will be frightened by her."

He didn't move. Feeling the warmth coming from his body, Pomona calmed down a little and let go of his hand.

"I'm going up," Severus said, as if asking for her opinion.

Pomona looked at Grapeland.

"Let's go," Graplan said.

Then he walked along the stairs and went upstairs.

"Humans and animals are similar in some ways, Dean, you have to stay calm," Grapeland said.

"That's not what he said," Pomona said.

"What?" asked Grapeland.

"He actually said 'obligation.'" Pomona said, was that still the Severus Snape she knew?

She raised her head. It was so crowded just now that no one fell down from the stairs. It was really lucky.

So she returned to the lounge accompanied by Graplan.

It is difficult for things in the world to truly end. Although there are few dark wizards in Hufflepuff, just when people think everything is over, new news comes from the court. Old Buddy Crouch's son actually eats death.

only.

He has no friends at school, he is always in the crowd, and others think he knows someone very well.

No one understands him, and no one can tell why he became a Death Eater. When everyone discusses this matter, they always mention his father, Barty Crouch Sr., and it seems that he is the reason why his son became like this.

Responsibility.

"Do you remember little Barty Cratchit?" Pomona asked Grapeland.

"I remember he was on the Quidditch team." Graplan said. "His grades were also very good. He got 12 O's in the OWLS exam."

"I didn't even know he was playing Quidditch," Pomona said.

"He hasn't played since sixth grade, and like most other kids, unlike Sirius Black, he's always causing trouble," Grapeland said.

"But people who cause trouble tend to get noticed," Pomona said.

"Do you believe Black betrayed Potter?" asked Grapeland.

Pomona didn't believe that Sirius treated James better than his brother Regulus.

But the problem before her was enough to make her anxious.

At this time, they arrived at the door of the lounge. Usually, even if it was very late, someone would sneak into the kitchen to get something to eat. Now, the corridor was deserted, but there was restless fluctuations coming from the door.

It is conceivable that when the door opens later, there will be a barrage of questions, and she must be prepared.

"Relax," Grapeland said.

"How about you come?" Pomona said to Grapeland.

She stopped talking.

Pomona took a deep breath and knocked on the barrel at the door.

"Dean! The dean is here!" a boy with a round face said in a loud voice.

"I think other people have eyes, Mr. King, what time is it now? Why don't you go back to the dormitory?" Pomona said.

"We heard what happened." A senior girl said, "Did Slytherin do it?"

"Who else knows such weird black magic besides them?" said a boy.

"Where's Joey Pence?" Pomona asked.

The crowd cleared a path and Pomona saw Joy Pence, an 11-year-old girl whose face turned pale.

The Muggle world has been at peace for many years, at least Britain has not experienced war for many years.

"I know you are scared, child. Wizards have only experienced war, and peace is hard-won. Now we are in an incident where someone deliberately provokes terror and unrest, and this is what the Dark Lord is good at." Pomona.

Say it loudly to Joey, and say it to everyone, "But as your Muggle Prime Minister Churchill said, we cannot retreat, we cannot become weak or tired, neither sudden blows nor long-term vigilance, these tests cannot make us

Losing confidence, we will show kindness to others, but not ask for kindness from others, just like the college code says, do your own thing, don't care what others say, as long as you can really answer yourself, you have worked hard."

People were talking, but Pomona only looked at Joey, "Never let others tell you what you shouldn't do. This is also in the academy's rules, but it's different now than usual, do you understand?"

"I understand, Dean." Joey said tremblingly, "Can I go see my sister?"

Pomona looked at Grapeland.

"Come with me," Grapeland said to Joey.

Joey trotted out of the lounge with Graplan.

"Let's all go back to the dormitory and go to bed. Why don't you have classes tomorrow?" Pomona said to everyone.

The male and female prefects directed the younger students to go back to their dormitories. The upperclassmen stood in another corner of the lounge for a while. Seeing Pomona standing at the door, they had no choice but to go back to their dormitories.

After everyone went back, Pomona breathed a sigh of relief.

Reasonable doubt must satisfy the conscience, but it is not an emotional or intuitive conclusion.

The goddess of justice outside the court has her eyes covered with cloth. Why can't love make women blind?

She turned and left the lounge and returned to the office in the corridor.

Just separated by a wall, her identity is completely different. She is no longer the student wearing a yellow scarf.

She followed the door and squatted on the ground.

This night is destined to be long.
Chapter completed!