Chapter 2786 Spots of Youth (6)

A game called yo-yo is very popular in the Muggle world. This "ball" has even been taken into space by spacecraft as part of the space toy project.

Although it is difficult to understand, Pomona still allows this kind of ball club to exist, but the members of the club may have to develop this kind of toys themselves, because Joko does not sell them.

To transfer the funds, the principal's signature was still required. After Pomona signed his name, he placed the application form in a thick stack of applications, and then went to the principal's office.

Thanks to Lucius Malfoy being the school governor, after a few charity galas, the former Death Eater reappeared in the public eye as an educator.

Compared with the public opinion of Ludo Bagman in the wizarding world, Pomona's partiality is not worth mentioning at all. Who makes wizards love Quidditch so much?

Thinking of this, she took out an application form. This was her application to replace the brooms used in the school's Quidditch class. They were very old, and there was even a Moon Dream used "a century" ago.

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This was the seventh time Albus had returned the application form, and she felt they needed to talk in person.

She planned to go up the gargoyle spiral staircase on the third floor, so she had to pass by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. As she passed by, she heard that it was very lively inside.

"...178,179,180..."

The children were counting, and a Gryffindor girl was holding up her wand to "stab" down the bats flying in the classroom one by one.

Pomona couldn't help but stop.

That girl actually used "faint to the ground", but it was rare to see someone with such speed as hers. It was like what she was holding was not a wand, but a thin stabbing sword.

"...201, 202, 203, no more!" The girls clapped their hands and screamed, "You are awesome, Taylor."

Emily Taylor showed a proud and confident smile, looking at the bat "carcasses" on the ground.

In fact, they are not dead, and you can still see them twitching occasionally, but with the size of these bats, they are almost dead after being "fainted".

"That's great!" Patricia Linnaeus also applauded. "Even in Durmstrang, there are few students who can do what you do."

"What's his record?" Emily Taylor asked Patricia.

"310, but he, like you, holds this record because the bats are gone."

"Then remember to catch more bats next time, I can break his record." Emily Taylor said.

"Who is the record holder?" Gerald Rohart, a graduated Ravenclaw student who for some reason appeared in this classroom, asked Patricia.

Patricia looked at the people around her.

"Gellert Grindelwald." She suddenly said in a threatening tone.

A few people were really frightened, but Pomona guessed it was because of Patricia's expression and because they were standing so close, most people didn't react.

After all, Gellert Grindelwald is already part of "history", even if he is still "imprisoned" in Nurmengard.

"Oh, hi, Pomona, why are you here?" Patricia noticed Pomona standing at the door and greeted her.

The "Duel Club" is currently the second most popular club, although Patricia Linnaeus doesn't think it should be called that.

Patricia combined her adventure experiences with Durmstrang's required course of martial arts (martial magic art). The children in the club felt as if they were experiencing what Patricia had experienced in the tomb.

Adventures passed.

This club is hard to get into, at least not like Magical Yoyo.

"Just passing by." Pomona raised the application form in his hand. "There are many documents that need to be signed by the principal."

"Oh, wait." Rohart said suddenly, "Excuse me."

Then he dragged Pomona out of the classroom.

"What?" Pomona asked inexplicably.

"I would like to ask, are the birds and snakes in Hogwarts still healthy now?" Rohart said with a smile, showing his white teeth.

"You want to use bird and snake egg yolks to make shampoo again?" Pomona said with a cold face.

"Of course not, I just say hello to them." Rohart laughed carelessly. "Of course, if there are suitable bird and snake eggs, that would be great."

"There are no bird and snake eggs, and the graduating alumni must leave before the castle is locked!" Pomona said fiercely, and then walked towards the gargoyle without looking back.

"Ice cream and pears with candy." She said the password, and then the stairs started to move, and she quickly jumped up.

She stood on the steps and looked up. The sunlight shone into the well, changing rapidly like a time-lapse photography. In addition, the stairs were also rotating, and she felt extremely dizzy.

When the stairs reached the top floor, Pomona staggered when it stopped, barely able to stand.

Someone helped her.

"Thank you." She said subconsciously, and happened to meet a pair of black eyes.

Snape let go of her hand and strode down the other staircase. The wind from the castle tower puffed up his cloak, making it look like a black sail.

She rested there for a while, then walked tiredly to the principal's office.

It seemed that Snape had not closed the door properly when he left. Pomona opened the door with a slight push, and Albus was standing by the pensieve, looking at the "reflection" in the basin in trance.

"Ahem." Pomona coughed twice, and Albus woke up.

"Welcome." Albus said with a smile in a good mood, "What did you bring me this time?"

She remembered the first time she took the application form and nervously showed it to him to sign. Dumbledore was still serious at first, but when he saw the Rat Race Club, he immediately burst into laughter.

"See for yourself." Pomona handed him the stack of application forms.

The old fool looked at the stack of application forms and moved to the desk. He even picked up the candy given to him by the student to eat.

This good mood lasted until he saw "that" application form.

Pomona deliberately pretended not to know and looked around the principal's office. Most of the portraits of the principal were pretending to sleep.

"Can you explain it?" Albus returned the application form seven times, and this time it should be the eighth application form and put it on his desk.

"The school's teaching aids are very old. Even if Mrs. Hodge didn't say anything..."

"Do you know how many Quidditch players from each house have their own brooms?" Albus interrupted Pomona.

"I know brooms are expensive, but think about it, if someone gets hurt in class..."

"They can go to the hospital wing." Albus said. "You can increase the budget for the hospital wing."

Yes, it would be possible to pay the potion maker with additional budget, but that's not what Pomona was trying to say.

"No child can grow up without getting hurt." Albus said calmly, "What's more, with the magic potion, there won't be any scars."

"What if they fall from a great height?" Pomona said. "Even wizards will die."

"Do you want me to teach you 'deceleration and shock absorption'?" Albus asked.

Pomona felt very angry, but she said nothing and took the application form away.

See, Dumbledore is such a hateful grandpa, he can't even satisfy such a small request as a child.

"I remember Harry had a toy broom that James bought for him. He was only 1 year old at the time." Albus said, "He could ride it very well at such a young age."

After a few seconds of silence, Albus continued, "Even magic can't do things. We can't resurrect our deceased relatives, and we can't bring back our original lives, so we need to do something before taking any action."

Think carefully.”

"Did you fly on a broomstick?" Pomona asked.

Albus's blue eyes looked at her.

"I understand the feeling of not getting what you want." Dumbledore said, "There are too few perfect things, and it is human nature not to have everything you want."

"What about the people who get what they want?" Pomona said. "Are they the lucky ones?"

"Focus on what you have," Albus said. "You'll find you have a lot."

Pomona didn't think he would understand.

"Young people don't know what older people think or how they feel, but if they think that older people have forgotten what it was like when they were young, they are totally wrong." Ah Bu.

Si said, "I also loved deeply."

"So who do you love?" Pomona asked.

"I think a good night's sleep will give you a clear head to think about what happened tonight, just like what I'm going to do now." Albus stood up and said with a smile, "Maybe I'll forget it when I get up tomorrow.

Already."

"How could I forget this?" Pomona looked down at the application form in his hand.

I don't know when it turned into a white rose.

"I don't know what your favorite flower is, so I'll give you my favorite," Albus said.

"You don't like roses," Pomona said. "You just think girls like receiving roses."

Albus smiled.

"Good night, Headmaster." Pomona said, holding the rose and leaving the Headmaster's office, respecting Dumbledore's "old man's routine."

But when she walked out of the principal's office, she found that the moon was already high in the sky.

She was even more confused. She clearly remembered seeing students doing extracurricular activities just now.

But Pomona didn't think too much and went back along the original path. When he reached the third floor by the spiral staircase, there were several teachers standing at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and they were arguing with Patricia.

Later, Patricia simply closed the door and stopped talking to her colleagues outside.

"I said she wouldn't pay it back," Kettleburn said.

"Those are the earrings my father left for me!" Sinistra angrily broke away from Kettleburn's prosthetic hand.

"And my vase, which was left by my great-grandmother," Trelawny said.

Pomona took advantage of these people not noticing and returned to the lounge by another way.

She estimated that no one would listen at this time. As long as you are not proven guilty, you are considered innocent.
Chapter completed!