Chapter 2886 The Lion of Freedom (8)

A painting appeared in front of Pomona's eyes. At first she thought it was the back of a man.

Later, I discovered that this was not a person at all. The original position of the arms was replaced by periosteal wings like a collar of an umbrella lizard, and the long and thick tail wrapped around the bright woman lying on the ground.

She soon realized that this was the work of a Muggle poet, and the theme was taken from the Book of Revelation, which probably meant that a woman was about to give birth, and Satan would eat the child who would rule the world in the future.

But the bright woman in the painting showed no signs of pregnancy. She looked at the strong "red dragon" standing next to her in surprise, clasping her hands together as if begging for mercy.

Pomona felt a little itchy on her back. She reached out and scratched it. The itch stopped temporarily, but it soon appeared again.

She was about to reach out and grab it, but she felt another hand appear and cover the itchy place. The hand was big and thick, and the palm was not rough, but wherever it touched it seemed to cause sparks from friction.

Just as painful.

The slight tingling gave her a sense of pleasure, and then the hand reached out, hugged her shoulder, and slowly moved into the quilt along the curve of her sleeping side.

She wanted to turn her head to see who that person was, but he was sucking on his shoulder and back, which happened to be the place where she was itchy just now.

At this time, she remembered the young bride in the French novel who had just graduated from the convent. She didn't understand anything, but one night when she was sleeping alone, her virginity was taken away by the mortal man who sneaked in.

So Pomona subconsciously reached for the wand and twisted her body to get free.

"It's me." He reminded her on her neck.

The "Red Dragon"'s hot breath startled her, and then his dry lips scraped across her skin, causing hot flames to dance along the way.

At this moment, she remembered the sunny woman in the painting. She seemed to be clasping her hands together, begging the red dragon to let her go.

She turned her attention to the bed sheet and subconsciously squeezed it...

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After washing her face, Pomona looked in the mirror in front of her. Except for her eyes being a little blue and black, her face looked pretty good and no one could see anything unusual.

But when she turned around and faced the mirror, she found that there were indeed abnormal red marks, which looked like scratches.

She tried to stay awake and left the bathroom.

School is about to start, and the school banquet needs to be prepared in advance. The kitchen has already started to get busy.

The already busy work and the burning pain in her back made her feel even more irritable. But at noon, she still went to the auditorium for dinner on time. Albus's appetite was very good, and he didn't look like someone over a hundred years old at all.

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The statues in Hogwarts are all clothed, unlike the Muggle works, which imitate the styles of ancient Greece and Rome and are very thinly dressed.

Many sculptures have long beards and hold books, scrolls and other objects symbolizing wisdom in their hands, except for mermaids and centaurs.

At this moment, she felt someone appear behind her. When she turned around, she found that it was Old Bat. He looked the same as usual.

Even though she didn't take a few bites of lunch, she couldn't eat it and left the teacher's chair.

On the way back to the cellar, she felt the itching on her back got worse and it hurt a little, as if something was about to come out from under her skin.

"Pomona," Albus said.

She put her hand down.

"What's the matter? Principal." She said nonchalantly.

"I heard you were interested in learning French?" Albus asked.

"Kind of," Pomona said. "I'd like to see Nick Flamel's notes."

"Can I ask why?" Albus asked tentatively.

"I just want to be inspired. Don't worry, I don't want to refine the Philosopher's Stone." Pomona said.

"I'm not worried about that." Albus looked at her with clear blue eyes. "Is there anything else I need to worry about?"

Pomona saw her reflection in his eyes and thought it was ugly and fat.

"No, no." She looked into Albus's eyes and said with a smile, "It's just that the weather is hot and I have no appetite."

His eyes looked at her as if they were piercing her soul.

"I heard that you had a conversation with Paul last night?" Albus asked. "Did it bother you?"

"I can handle it," Pomona said.

"I found a new French teacher for you. He should be waiting for you in the office now." Albus waved his hand, "Go quickly."

She bowed to the principal and continued walking towards the office.

When she opened the office door, she found the fat monk inside.

"Good day," the fat monk said cheerfully in French. "How was your morning, Pomona?"

"Not bad." Pomona closed the door. "I didn't know you could speak French."

"It was necessary to speak French while I was alive. Come and sit down." said the fat monk. "Where do we begin?"

Pomona looked at the fat monk with a big belly. If he was here, who would care about Peeves?

She actually didn't miss her former French teacher, she was just worried that the two of them would turn Hogwarts upside down together.

"What's on your mind?" the fat monk asked.

"Do you think it's normal for a person to want to become a god or rule the world?" Pomona asked the fat monk.

"Why did you suddenly have this idea?" the fat monk asked.

"Grindelwald, and You-Know-Who, if they are wrong, how do those other people who want to rule the world know they are right?"

The fat monk floated back and forth in the air for a while, and then said.

"Please tell me, what do you think of the Office for the Abuse of Magic?"

"Modify the memory of Muggles, use the repair spell to repair the damaged city, and prohibit wizards from using magic in front of Muggles. If underage wizards..."

"Stop, I'm asking for your opinion." The fat monk said quickly.

‘Annoying spirit.’

Pomona said.

"The department that allows wizarding society to survive and coexist peacefully with Muggles." Pomona said reluctantly.

"Do you want to know what St. Augustine said?" said the fat monk.

"You want to tell me in French?" Pomona asked.

"How bad do you think it is for a person to have no hands and be physically disabled, but what if a person does something cruel or shameless with his hands?" Before Pomona could answer, the fat monk continued, "We feel that a person has no hands.

It's unfortunate because we believe that hands are inherently good, and eyes are the most precious part of our body, because we use them to stay safe and observe the beautiful world. But if someone uses their eyes to do ugly things, they become greedy.

Service, or without eyes, people can still live uprightly. There is nothing wrong with people without eyes. Abuse does not mean to accuse those things. People who use it correctly prove that something is good, but it is not because of things.

He is good because things cannot make him good or better, but he himself makes things good. People who abuse things are obsessed with that thing and don't let go. This means that the things under his control will become good.

Dominated by him, he believes that things are good in themselves. Once they lose them, they will be heartbroken and inexplicable pain. Would you accuse gold and silver because of a miser? Do you accuse food because of a glutton? Do you accuse an alcoholic?

Are you accusing a drunkard? Are you accusing a beautiful woman of being a lecher?"

Pomona didn't know whether to say that it was precisely because Eve took on the responsibility of eating the forbidden fruit...

"People should not blame things, but people who abuse things. Look at those who abuse magic. They think magic is very good, but once they lose it, it is inexplicably painful..."

"It's the children who lose their magic and become squibs that cause parents inexplicable pain," Pomona said.

"We control power, not power controls us. When you possess it, be prepared to lose it. Don't be hooked by these things and let them become a part of your heart." The fat monk said softly, "We want to see the eternal law."

"What is eternal law?" Pomona asked.

"It is the will of God, a just law that can be applied to humans and creatures." The fat monk said, "The laws of this world do not allow people to have what they want according to the law. Those things can temporarily become 'ours',

and punish those who unlawfully take these things from others.”

"The headmaster just asked you to teach her French." Severus said coldly at the door.

"But Fat Friar has a point," Pomona said.

Severus walked in, took her by the arm and led her away.

"Augustine believes that justice will not be abused, because justice is sacred." The fat monk said in the office, "But Grindelwald abused justice, which is the sin he committed."

"Where are we? Seminary?" Severus said, slamming the door shut. "I thought Hogwarts was a wizarding school."

"Where are you taking me?" she struggled to say.

"They found the comb's rightful place," Severus said, and Pomona stopped struggling, but he still wouldn't let go.

"I can walk by myself." She struggled once and broke free this time.

He strode ahead, his cloak spread like a bat's wings.

Pomona quickly trotted to follow.

Soon they came to the main hall of the library. The children gathered near the fountain. There were three sculptures of mermaids on the fountain. They were swimming counter-clockwise around the fountain. They usually swim clockwise.

As he got closer, Pomona discovered that there was a mermaid sculpture holding a stone comb in his hand, and Barnaby had an extra slate in his hand.

"What's going on?" Pomona asked.

"I just wanted to try it." Barnaby scratched his hair. "I didn't expect that I got it right."

"But there's only half of the slate, and there's the other half. I guess it's hidden in another place in the school." Bill said.

"Where will it be?" Priya held her chin in thought.

"I know," Severus said, reaching out and taking the comb out of the merman's hand.

The counterclockwise rotating mermaid immediately stopped and then adjusted its posture to swim clockwise.

At this time, the unicorn and werewolf sculptures on the top of the fountain rose up, and the fountain returned to "normal".

"Where?" Bill asked.

"Wait here," Pomona said, and followed Severus away.
Chapter completed!