Chapter 2970 The Secret of No Trace (2)

In 1476, there was a Muggle scholar in Florence who wrote something like this in his paper.

Born from the crown of the Creator Jupiter, the goddess of wisdom warns her admirers that if they truly desire to possess their beloved things forever, they should always seek the highest peaks of things, not the lowest places; sent down from on high.

Pallas, the descendant of the god, often went to the towering castle she built. Ascending step by step along the ladder, we will finally understand what beauty is.

But this time they did not go to Ravenclaw Tower. Filvey came to the History of Magic classroom for a meeting. He put on a cloak, apparently going to strengthen the school's defensive magic.

"So you think that stone was caused by a black magic item brought in from outside the school and cast a spell on it?" Felici asked.

"That's right." Russ said, "And we believe that its purpose is not just to cause a little trouble, it wants to turn this school into a training ground for dementors."

Felivi looked at Russ in surprise, then at Pomona and Severus.

"I think he's right," Pomona said, lowering his head.

"What about you? You think so too?" Felicity looked at Severus, who maintained his usual stiff expression.

"What's your basis?" Felivi turned to look at Russ.

"We believe that Axtis, the creator of Azkaban, left behind information about how to create Dementors. Not only did the Ministry of Magic master this technology and breed Dementors in large numbers in the late 1950s, but there were also other

There are only a few people who have mastered this technology." Rust paused, "What do you think of Isidora Morgana's magic that can remove human pain?"

Livi was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

"He's much better than you," Severus said, looking at Felicity.

"Shut up." Pomona said angrily.

She has never thought about comparing Isidora's magic with the Dementors. If Isidora removes pain and makes people no longer suffer, then Dementors suck away happiness.

Only pain is left for people. Although Isidora took away the happy memories when removing the pain, making people into an empty shell, but at least the person is peaceful and not a prisoner of Azkaban.

Like, tortured to the point of going crazy.

The era in which Extis lived was not far from that of Isidora, so is it possible that they were two kinds of fruits produced on the same fruit tree?

Dementors and harassing spirits have many similarities. They are both non-existent, they both rely on human emotions, and they also need to rely on some kind of entity.

But these were Ruth's speculations, which were too bold and even exceeded Pomona's ability to bear. She refused to admit them at first.

"If its purpose is to turn every stone in the school into the same as Azkaban, why remind us?" Felicity asked.

"I don't think this is a warning, it may be Hogwarts itself asking for help." Russ said.

"Oh, Merlin." Felicity took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I understand how you feel, Filius," Pomona said calmly.

I'm afraid only this "person" who lives in the Arctic all year round with a vampire reindeer could come up with such a crazy idea.

"Have you forgotten what you said last night?" Snape smiled, as if he wanted to remind her how she lost her composure last night.

Hogwarts was founded in the 9th century, 600 years earlier than Extis. If the defensive magic of Hogwarts can indeed resist dementors, then humans will have another kind of protection besides summoning gods.

A way to drive away dementors.

That's why Russ approached Felivy, and they sat in the History of Magic classroom for a meeting.

"So...what do you think caused it?" Li Wei asked.

The three of them shook their heads together.

"Without any clues or witnesses, this is all just speculation at this point," Ruth said.

Felivi did not leave in a hurry.

"So the worst result is that the whole school becomes a training ground for dementors, because it can turn the wall bricks into that?" Felivi said after a moment.

"That's right." Ruth said softly, "If the legend is true."

This school was built by ancient magic.

Pomona said that the extremely low temperature in the school already indicated the possibility of this happening.

"I heard that the students learned to call the gods for protection last semester. How did they master it?" Russ asked Livi.

"That's not a required course, not to mention that many adult wizards can't really master it." Feliwei said.

"What is your patronus?" Severus asked Russ.

"You want to see it?" Ruth asked.

Severus nodded.

"I'm sorry, I can't show you. As a secret weapon, it's better to use it in a pinch." Russ said with a smile.

Pomona almost laughed out loud. She glanced at Severus secretly. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to force out a fake smile.

After the meeting, Russ and Felivi left. Just as Pomona was about to leave, Severus stopped her.

They stood under the colored window, although the window in the History of Magic class did not depict a huge monster like the serpentine window, but a portrait of Merlin.

"How about we make an exchange?" Severus said, "I'll patrol for you, and you let the girls come to my place for confinement."

"What girl? What confinement?" Pomona asked confused.

"Aren't you going to punish those girls who brewed love potions?" he asked with a frown.

"Oh, tell me this." Pomona suddenly realized, "By the way, is that pot of love potion poisonous?"

"You are indulging them in this way." He said through gritted teeth.

"I don't think it's safe for them to be in confinement with you," Pomona said with a smile.

"Are you worried that I will eat them?" Severus sneered.

Pomona smiled and shook his head.

"Then what are you worried about?" he asked confused.

Pomona looked at the densely packed buttons on his clothes. They looked difficult to untie.

Death Eaters don't eat death, death represents rotten odor and maggots, which are only found in the ghost's banquet.

It's also not a corpse. They don't take away the victim's belongings as trophies like a serial killer, or make the scene bloody like a werewolf.

If death is unavoidable, why not indulge in pleasure?

Before Bella was arrested, she loved to laugh.

Pomona never liked people who took pleasure in killing, but what she saw in front of her confused her.

Only pure souls can use the God-calling Guard. How does he stay pure in such an environment?

"What are you looking at?" he asked with a joking smile.

"I'm looking at your soul." She looked up at him. "Can I look at your patronus?"

"There's a price to pay." He said, taking a step forward.

"This is the classroom." Pomona took a step back.

"You don't even know what the price is?" He took another step forward.

"Didn't you just say? Let those girls come to your place to be detained." She took a step back.

He was a little impatient.

"If you can't summon the gods to protect you, I can't let you patrol for me." Pomona said, "You can't even protect yourself, how about I replace you?"

"Are you provoking me?" he said with a smile.

"Am I provoking you?" she asked with a smile.

He took his wand from his sleeve.

"What do you want for Christmas?" he asked with a smile.

"Christmas is over," Pomona said.

"I want to give you a gift, but I don't know what you want." He stretched out his hand and lifted her chin along the lines of her face. "Such a beautiful girl was turned into this by that old fool."

Pomona opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Young wizards often lose control due to excitement. This is how young Prince killed his Muggle biological father in the house in Spider End Lane, although he did it partly to save his mother.

It was a nightmare. She helped him forget it and disposed of the "criminal evidence".

And Eileen, like the Muggle woman, could no longer speak.

Life is as fragile as a delicate flower, it will wither in the slightest rain or wind.

The strength of life is like the roots of a tree. No matter how small a crack in a rock is, it will take root and grow into a big tree.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked dreamily.

"You can't like those girls." She said as if she had regressed in intelligence. "Even if they look the same age as Lily."

"Then what should I like?" he asked proudly.

Pomona pushed his hand away and turned to leave. He pulled her back and hugged her with both hands.

"You don't need to see my soul." He whispered in her ear. "You can listen."

Pomona leaned against his chest and listened to his pounding heartbeat. Strangely, she was very calm.

It's such a shame that he's a Death Eater, if only he wasn't.

Suddenly she felt that he was the foolish farmer in the story about the farmer and the snake, and she was the frozen snake. Her stiff body gradually softened, but she was too lazy to bite him.

Almost everyone was sleeping during the history class. This place must have been blessed by the God of Sleep. No wonder she was so sleepy and could hardly open her eyes.

At this moment, a silver-white stag appeared not far away, looking at her with its big eyes.

The moment he saw it, Pomona woke up from his half-asleep state, and then pushed him away.

"What's wrong?" he asked inexplicably, holding the wand in his hand.

Pomona wanted to bite him, her tongue stuck in her teeth like a snake letter, she turned around and left the History of Magic classroom.
Chapter completed!