Chapter 47 The Honey Badger’s Conspiracy

"Get out of my sight, don't let me see you again!"

Being woken up by such an angry voice early in the morning, she had a strong intuition that today would be a very bad day.

This melancholy mood was brought to the breakfast table. She stirred the pasta on the plate absentmindedly, feeling that she had no appetite. People around her stayed away from her in order to avoid being infected by her emotions. Only Pete remained.

I would like to come and talk to her.

"Melancholy girl, what's wrong with you?" Pete came over smelling of cigarette smoke. It was obvious that he was smoking again.

"I feel like I've lost that power."

"What power?"

"Alive." She ate the noodles on the plate like chewing wax, unable to taste anything.

Peter slapped her hard on the back of the head, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

The classes at Hogwarts are actually not that busy. It’s just that the first week of school is extremely busy to get everyone back from vacation to study, and the new students need to get to know as many teachers as possible, so everyone works non-stop.

There are two days off on Saturday and Sunday. In the second week, there will be two classes in the morning. As long as there is no one-class Potions class in the afternoon, everyone can have more time to do what they like.

Falling in love is also a serious matter. Get married and have children as soon as possible after graduation. This will increase the population of wizards. People who are not interested in this can join various clubs, including Quidditch, Death Eaters, and Slug Clubs. As long as

Just remember to go back to the dormitory at the specified time.

"We have an astronomy class tonight, and it might be very late." She said exhaustedly. After pretending to go back to their respective houses with Snape, she went to check the construction status of the secret passage under the Whomping Willow. A Phoenix

Club members communicated with the ferret at the scene. This animal, which looks similar to a ferret, can speak human language. According to the schedule, they can reach the "animal cage" by tonight at the latest.

"Susan told me you had a surprise for me, what is it?"

"You'll know in a few days." She looked up at the owls circling in the sky. Can they carry something as big as a broomstick?

"Oh, Professor, you sounded like you were asking me about my scores in the quiz. You'll know in a few days. Come on, let me show you something." Peter looked around to make sure there was no professor around.

Then he placed a piece of parchment paper on the table.

"What's this?"

"The map of the secret passage." Peter lowered his voice and said, "This is a secret passed down from generation to generation by Hufflepuff. It has been for a thousand years."

Badgers are good at digging holes, and digging holes requires the use of a lot of soil-related magic. Pomona suddenly has a new interest. She wants to learn soil-related magic.

"Where did you get it?" Pomona watched him unfold the map. It showed the corridors and rooms of Hogwarts, and even the principal's office.

"Ah, don't ask." Peter reminded, wagging his finger, "If you didn't know, Pringle wouldn't be able to get information from you."

"Besides waving a whip, what else can he do?" As soon as she finished speaking, an unknown cat ran to her lap and lay down on it, startling her.

"Legilimency." Peter said with an unbearable expression. "I really don't know who gave him the power."

"What do you think about us driving him away?" The civet cat that Pomona was holding seemed to particularly like having its chin scratched, meowing while rubbing against her.

"I hate him too, but things have to happen one by one. How about we go to Hogsmeade tomorrow and visit Honey Baron?" Pete pointed to a secret passage on the map and said, "It's through this road.

Their storage room."

"Why are you building it here?" Police Pomona frowned. "Could it be for theft?"

"They put so much food, even if we don't go, other animals will go." Peter secretly put away the map.

What kind of fallacy is this?

"Yesterday I heard that a girl was pregnant. She said it was Pete who did it. Did you do it?"

"What? What does Merlin's chair leg have to do with me?" Peter felt as if he had been scalded by boiling water. "Besides, after talking about so many things, Peter, how do you know she is talking about me?"

"Who asked you to do such a hiding thing!"

"It's not like you don't know that I like Angie."

"Come on, Pete, I asked others, you play well with many girls, you can't be like this." She hated his way of playing games with the world, and she hoped he could be more dedicated.

"You are so funny. Why do you control my life?"

Pete smiled weirdly, as if he thought it was a waste of time to continue chatting with her, and left without even eating breakfast. Pomona didn't know if this meant they broke up on bad terms.

The hot water flowed back into the bathtub after being squeezed out by the towel. She looked at the two familiar and unfamiliar reflections in the mirror and felt confused. Who were they?

Time passed in silence. They didn't have any conversation, or there was nothing to talk about. Only a clock made a regular sound to record the time.

There is no school excitement here, and there are no students who are constantly causing trouble. It feels like something is missing, or as the Weasley brothers said, there is no fun.

Dorian Grapeland believed that Dementors were resurrected dead people, so their emotions were chaotic and they were only interested in human emotions, and she used the Resurrection Stone to resurrect one.

The girl who was resurrected in that fairy tale was emotionally confused, and finally died in melancholy. So was she a wizard or a Muggle? Sometimes she felt that the cloaked monster looked similar to the God of Death.

"Is it really that fun to play with Lily?" He suddenly asked, "She still insists on cooking in that Muggle way?"

It's not like you don't know that once she makes a decision, nothing can bring her back. That petite woman is more stubborn and stubborn than anyone else.

"Professor Sprout who is good at food magic? Even the Carlo brothers and sisters were deceived by you." He laughed weirdly, "They call you sweetheart."

That's because they graduated in 1970 and just missed that good show!

"The book says that if you are with a Veela, you will be plagued by bad luck and disease. Maybe it's just like what you said, and I will die early." He put down the towel and began to slowly trace the skin of her back with the back of his hand and his middle finger.

"The Lord of Darkness once said, don't live in complacency. You can eat oatmeal and live a long life. But that is not a real Slytherin. If the price of surrender is mediocrity, then die in battle with honor like a noble."

, I thought I could do it, but when Dumbledore raised his wand, I begged for mercy."

The hands that often played with caterpillars, toads and venomous snakes began to roam around her body, and then he pressed close to her, whispering like a snake in her ears from behind, "I want to live very much, but not the way I used to in Spider End Alley."

This way of life, I want to be like Lucius, have a beautiful wife, and everyone can sit at the table and eat in an educated manner. My mother never used a magic wand when cooking at home, because my father didn't like it, and they often quarreled.

, as if food can’t shut them up.”

He finished whispering on one side, then switched to the other side and whispered, "Magic has changed my life. Do you know what I was thinking when you used your magic wand to conjure a table of food for the first time?"

He adjusted the mirror so that two people appeared in it at the same time. "The Mirror of Erised allows people to see the most urgent and strongest desires in their hearts reflected. This is what I saw at that time. What did you see?"

"

Same as what you see.

"You are not the Sleeping Beauty waiting to be rescued in Muggle fairy tales, but the witch who entangled the entire castle with thorns. We are not good people to begin with, so why should we care what other people think?"

He raised her chin and asked her to look directly into his empty eyes. "You are not my mother. I want to do what the Dark Lord said to me now and do what I want in my heart. Do you want to stop me?"

Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to do anything.

He smiled proudly as soon as the idea came to him.

"Are you there?" He raised his wand. "I have learned the silent spell of Legilimency."

mean!

He stood up and began to unbutton his clothes.

"Let's do something else today, my dear, no one will bother us because they think I'm so pitiful now."
Chapter completed!