Chapter 2854 Hagrid’s Holiday (4)

Compared with the daytime, most of the bees and butterflies that can pollinate flowers have rested. Plants that bloom at night usually have a strong fragrance, because in the dark, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, you cannot see them clearly, so you can only rely on fragrance.

To attract passing insects and nectar-eating bats for pollination.

What's even more peculiar is that some plants can act like mirrors, clearly and powerfully reflecting the ultrasonic waves emitted by bats, allowing the bats to accurately locate and penetrate into the flowers seamlessly.

The bat's long tongue stretches out like a spring and touches the nectaries of the flower buds, causing the anthers to burst from the keel petals. The pollen will paint the bat gold. At this time, the bat's hair shows its excellent ability to carry pollen.

It can hold up dozens of bumblebees.

The bell-shaped flowers aid in the reflection of echoes, and have been around since before humans made bells. The flowers of the black caladium aren't big enough for a bat to fly into, but it's not just hummingbirds that hover, so do bats.

The flapping of the wings would create a cool breeze, but unfortunately there were no windows in the cellar and it was very hot in the summer. She lifted up the fabric covering her body to feel a little cool.

However, soon after, she still felt very hot and struggled uncomfortably, as if to get rid of the heat.

At this time, she remembered her pajamas. They looked like those worn by her grandma. They didn't matter in winter, but they were too hot to wear in summer.

It would be better to buy a pair of silk pajamas, she thought vaguely, and then she felt much cooler, as if she really had a silk pajamas on her body.

She turned over contentedly, and then fell into a hug. Hot breath blew on her neck, and she seemed to be leaning against a wall.

When the other person's hand slowly slid down her delicate back, she felt a little shuddering and goosebumps stood up.

Then the hand stayed on her waist, rubbing it gently a few times in silence, and then a kiss fell, which reminded her of the honey-eating bat just now.

In fact, the bat's eyes are almost blind. It mainly relies on sound waves, but that does not mean that it cannot see anything.

'He said he could see me.'

This made her feel more satisfied than any love words.

The clothes made a rustling sound, and she realized that he was wearing clothes. She really wanted to see what the muscles hidden under the clothes looked like.

"I can give you what you want." She heard another person say behind her, "It is a blessing to be able to give full play to your talents."

She woke up suddenly, and heard the regular ringing of bells in her ears, which sounded like it came from the monastery.

When she regained consciousness, she felt her lips hurt a little. Then she picked up the mirror and found a small cut.

She actually didn't remember what happened after she passed out in the sea of ​​black flowers. She subconsciously looked at the clothes she was wearing and found that it had turned into a silk nightgown.

It was something she subconsciously changed in her dream because it was too hot...

"Oh, Merlin." She covered her face, but felt that her ears were red.

She rolled around on the bed, trying to erase those shameful memories, but more images appeared in her mind.

The clock is still ringing, once, twice, three times...

She sat up and planned to continue her regular life, even though today was the first day of summer vacation.

However, when her legs touched the ground, a powerful force rushed straight to her forehead.

In the damp and dark dungeon, there was a dragon lying on the ground. At first she thought it was alive, but when she walked in, she discovered that it was carved from stone.

It seemed to be protecting something. When she wanted to see what was hidden under its belly, the power disappeared, and she returned to her bedroom again.

She looked at the ground beneath her feet. She did not lay wooden floors or carpets, but the floor tiles of the castle itself.

Legend has it that this castle was built using ancient magic.

She picked up the double-sided mirror that was placed aside.

This time she didn't call his name, his face appeared on the other side.

"Is there a dragon carved out of stone in the dungeon?" Pomona asked.

"Why do you ask?" Severus asked.

"Leave the Sleeping Dragon alone." She said softly, "Can you go check on that sculpture?"

"Okay, can you go now?"

"You have the whole day, and we'll probably come back in the evening," Pomona said.

"Remember the library I took you to last time? Meet there." Severus said.

"no problem."

"See you then." After he said that, he turned over the mirror.

Pomona sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, then put on her slippers and stood up slowly.

She felt like an old man, tired and weak, but when she was holding on to the bedpost, another scene appeared.

It was a cabinet, placed in a messy corner, with a portrait of a man next to it.

Pomona remembered him. He seemed to be one of Violet and the Fat Lady's drinking buddies, but he was moved away from the Grand Gallery by a girl because he was too fond of spreading rumors.

"By the way, brandy." She whispered, and took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet. It was brought back from abroad by Albus. The plum-flavored one was gone, and the honey-flavored one was divided between her two bottles.

She took a sip of wine before she felt a little better, and then recited the proverb silently.

Be humble, for you are from the dust.

You must be noble because you are from the stars.

After finishing the wine in the glass, Pomona put down the glass and planned to give the remaining brandy to Hagrid, which was his favorite.

In fact, she shouldn't blame the person who told the truth. He just revealed the essence of class oppression, which is reasonable, reasonable and legal.

Otherwise, why would feudal monarchs pursue divine right of kings?

It is precisely because the monarch's power comes from God, allowing him to perform his obligations on behalf of God, and the people pay taxes as he said.

If the divine right is overthrown, there will be no monarch.

From about the 16th to the 18th century, British and French publishing laws were very similar, because the king was responsible for the religious beliefs of his subjects.

Now that the god is gone and the king is gone, there is an adventure story of Rohart, which is regarded as an autobiography, describing how he defeated the werewolf.

Some people like to imitate those who have a better fate than themselves. Such people are self-destructive.

Cecil actually planned to imitate Rohart's method and use a transformation spell to temporarily restore the werewolf to his human form, and then convince him not to be a wolf.

He is a member of the Werewolf Capturing Team, and unlike Rohart who encounters a werewolf once in his life, he has to deal with it every month. Fortunately, he also knows that what Rohart said is impossible to achieve by putting a magic wand on a werewolf's throat.

After lingering for more than half an hour, Pomona got dressed and went out.

If it weren't for Lily who reflected Avada's Kedavra like a mirror and wiped out the mysterious man, how could there be such a good time now? That kind of flower cannot be called a Widowmaker.

She did remember that there was a French perfume called Road to Hades. It exuded a charming smell, just like the execution chamber of Macusa, showing the happiest memories of the executed person, leading people to gradually die.

I hope no one has registered this name, because she found that she quite likes it.
Chapter completed!