"We can go to Hogsmeade next semester. Don't forget to ask your parents to sign the application form this summer."

During herbal medicine class in the greenhouse, Pomona heard Tonks telling Tulip that they were changing the soil for valerian.

"How could I forget?" Tupri said with a smirk, "Then we can go to Zuko and see what props we can use to trick that annoying librarian."

Pomona glanced at Elena, the first-year student in their group. She was engrossed in weighing dragon manure on a scale and seemed not to have heard the conversation between Tonks and Tulip.

Elena's goal for the next semester is to prepare for the Potions Championship. Old Bat feels that she should not continue to hang around in the first grade, but Elena obviously did not find a reassuring study partner in the second grade.

"How are you doing?" Pomona said with a sweet smile.

"It's almost done," Tonks said generously, showing off the fertilizer she had just applied to the valerian.

"Did you loosen it?" Pomona asked.

"Of course." Tonks said, "I just don't have to weigh each fertilizer one by one like her."

Elena was a little annoyed and said angrily, "You just rely on your feelings. No wonder your potions always have problems."

"This is a herbal medicine class. We must first figure out what the plants need, rather than follow the formula." Tonks said with a playful smile.

"I have a question," Pomona said before the girls could argue. "Which of the following potions does not require a sprig of valerian? a. Polyjuice Potion, b. Sleeping Potion, c. Oblivion Potion."

"I thought the final exams would have to wait a few weeks," Tonks said with a pout.

"You just don't know the answer." Elena said happily.

"I guess it's a," Tupri said cheerfully.

"You guessed it right." Pomona kept smiling, "But next time I hope you don't guess it right, Hufflepuff gets five points."

"Polyjuice potion cannot be learned until the senior year. We have already learned the other two. I don't think there is anything to guess." Elena said coldly.

Pomona felt that Elena was becoming more and more like Snape, so humorless, but fortunately, they no longer discussed how to tease the teacher or quarreled in the following lessons.

When the bell rang again, the day's classes were finally over. The students simply cleaned up the workbench. Next, Pomona had to clean the greenhouse.

She used a floating spell to float the flower pot to the warehouse of Greenhouse No. 3. Just as she put the flower pot down, she heard some movement.

She looked over following the sound and found a clump of arrowroot swaying.

Even if it grows in a greenhouse in the magical world, it is still an ordinary plant that cannot be moved, not to mention there is no wind.

She walked over cautiously, and the shaking slowly stopped, as if something hiding behind had noticed her.

"Who's there?" Pomona asked.

No one answered, and after a while, just when she thought she had an illusion, she seemed to hear a "bang", and then a werewolf stood up from behind Feather Arrow.

Pomona was startled, and then she remembered that today was not a full moon night, and the werewolf had not yet transformed.

The defensive magic of Hogwarts can also resist werewolves. It is impossible for werewolves to enter the school, but she still remembers the scene of "raining" in the auditorium not long ago...

"Riddikulus." She heard someone shout behind her, and then the werewolf turned into a wolf-shaped stuffed animal.

"Are you okay, professor?" Pomona looked back at the man, and the first thing she saw was a head of red hair.

"Charlie?" Pomona asked.

"Why is there a Boggart in the greenhouse?" Charlie Weasley asked.

Pomona subconsciously wanted to cast a memory-erasing spell so that no one would know what she was most afraid of.

"I don't know, kid, maybe it's because the school's defensive magic has weakened." Pomona said weakly, "Let's get it away."

"Where to take it?" Charlie asked.

Before Pomona could say anything, the Boggart that turned into a stuffed toy transformed again and quickly escaped into the preparation room and then got into the closet.

"I guess it found a place for itself." Pomona said, then looked at Charlie. "Where did you learn this spell? I remember your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't teach you how to deal with Boggarts."

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"Hagrid taught me this. He said that in the Forbidden Forest, I might encounter..."

When Charlie said this, he suddenly shut up.

She knew that Charlie wouldn't be home for Christmas, and staying with Hagrid wasn't just for training the Hippogriff.

"Thank Hagrid for me, you are going to his place, right?" Pomona said with a smile.

"There is a plan, but..." Charlie looked at the cabinet containing the Boggart, which was shaking constantly.

"Leave this place to me, go ahead." Pomona said.

"Okay, professor." Charlie said, as if he was afraid that she would regret it, and turned and left.

After he left, Pomona looked back at the closet.

Having learned from the experience of the Mirror of Erised last time, Pomona does not plan to place it where students may go, even if the greenhouse is full of dangerous poisonous tentacles.

In contrast, the teachers' lounge was a place where students would never go, so she cast a levitating spell on the cabinet and walked towards the castle with it.

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In William Blake's works, there is such a work, a "man" who looks half human and half beast, holding an empty bowl in his hand, standing in front of a window, with a starry sky outside the window, and a shooting star flying by.

This painting is called the Ghost of Flea. Legend has it that Blake painted it after seeing a hallucination. As we all know, fleas want to suck blood, but there is no red in the whole painting, and the main color is gold.

According to Blake's own description, this "ghost"'s thirst for blood is manifested in its flicking tongue. He believes that the souls of bloodthirsty people will live in the bodies of fleas, and are limited to insects. If they are as big as a horse, then

Humans will become their food, and soon there will be no more supply. The half-human, half-animal figure is actually a damaged ghost, although it has the same strong muscles as the red dragon.

After returning to the bedroom, Severus took a biscuit box from the chest of drawers and sat on the bed.

He looked like a child, and Pomona sat on the edge of the bed to see what he was going to do.

Then he opened the cookie box and filled it with various marbles.

"This belongs to my mother. She used to be a Gobstone master." Severus stared at the beautiful marbles, then looked at Pomona. "She won these."

"It's beautiful." Pomona said, picking up one of the Gobstones. It was transparent, like a crystal ball, and shone with golden light in the warm candlelight.

"Do you like it?" Severus asked suddenly.

Pomona looked at him.

She once lied to him, saying that Eileen used to be on the Quidditch team.

She felt that this could cultivate his "masculinity". After all, compared to riding a broom, Gobstone was too quiet. In a school that required him to fight back, he needed more strength.

"I don't know how to play." Pomona put the marble back.

"I can teach you." He said enthusiastically.

"Didn't you say you were sleeping?" Pomona said coldly.

"Playing this will not affect your sleep."

Now Pomona knows what happened to that cup of black tea.

"Okay." Pomona said patiently, like a child who couldn't fall asleep after listening to a bedtime story and kept saying "Tell me one more."

Then Severus explained the child's game in his deep and mature voice.

The strange thing is that she actually finds it interesting. Even if she doesn't drink black tea to refresh herself, she can still be energetic. Maybe she can play with it until dawn.

In fact, sometimes it's nice to not be so "adult" and be like a child. Just like the box of Gobstones, they are not valuable jewelry, but they can still bring happiness to people.

Sometimes people who are diametrically opposed will appreciate each other. This may be the feeling of meeting an opponent in chess.
Chapter completed!