Chapter 624 "Monster's Monster Book"

For Queenie, hearing those dark thoughts full of negative emotions is not a happy thing, but her talent is a natural Legilimency. Whether she is willing or not, she has to listen to those thoughts.

Noisy sounds.

There are moments in life when you do nothing, and trouble comes to you. Chinese people work hard to save money, but their wealth attracts wolves, and there is no other way but to fight them back with a gun.

There is a type of people who tend to use force to solve problems when they encounter problems. Their previous violent behavior gives them an advantage in interpersonal relationships. They feel that the other person is afraid, gives in, and is in awe, and they gain a sense of superiority and success, thus strengthening the violent tendencies of the offender.

Continuing and upgrading.

Dudley was this kind of kid, strong but stupid. Fortunately, he corrected himself in time. At that time, he still used his own fists.

If a werewolf bites a Muggle, not only will the Muggle not turn into a werewolf, but it will even die. Even being caught by a werewolf may be fatal.

In other words, Muggles must kill monsters that are fast, agile, and powerful while ensuring that they are not injured.

Before the advent of wolfsbane potion, werewolves did not have rationality. With it, they can attack in an organized manner. Even if only one werewolf still has rationality, other werewolves will shift their attack positions according to his "wolf howl"...

How to fight a war is a man's business, not to mention that this is not her territory, so Pomona read the Daily Prophet while "drinking morning tea."

When Sirius escaped from Azkaban, his wanted photos were plastered all over the streets of the wizarding world, and were even reported on Muggle TV news. However, there was no news about this Azkaban escape.

Azkaban is indeed too crowded. The departure of these prisoners has also alleviated the pressure on the prison. Moreover, none of the most notorious ones have escaped. They are not as aggressive as the fighting dark wizards.

Even after being imprisoned for so many years, Theodore Nott's father and grandfather could not fight as hard as Antoni Doholov.

Today was her third day without sleep, and when she thought about not being able to sleep for the next four days, she felt extremely anxious.

Even if Tom Riddle, who doesn't have to sleep after his rebirth, is not grumpy, he will go crazy if he continues like this, not to mention that he is quite cold and extreme.

Pomona turned her summoning ring and was weighing whether to ask Severus to have breakfast with her. At this time, she found a person standing next to her - Hermione Granger, who had very serious dark circles under her eyes.

"Don't say anything." Hermione sat down directly on the chair next to Pomona.

"A rough night?" Pomona said, taking a sip of tea.

"Aren't you still willing to tell me who your insider is?"

"No."

"Is he related to the riots on January 9?"

"I have no idea."

"Then we have nothing more to say." Hermione picked up her chopsticks to eat shrimp dumplings. Her movements were very skillful. Obviously this was not her first time eating Chinese food.

"What about your job? I mean house-elf rights."

Hermione's brows furrowed.

She was going through a painful process. Her relationship with Ron was not as good as it was at school, her career had just started, and then so many things happened that ordinary girls might not be able to hold on anymore.

Pomona then stopped talking and quietly read the newspaper in her hand.

"I can't believe someone actually sent me undiluted Bamboo tuber pus," Hermione said suddenly angrily.

"You mean... after Rita Kist wrote something about you during the Triwizard Tournament." Pomona recalled that many people in the auditorium saw it.

"No, I received it last week." Hermione suppressed her anger and said, "It would be terrible if it contained something more dangerous."

"There is indeed a problem with the Ministry of Magic's security, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to sneak in so easily." Pomona sighed and said, that kind of entrance for ordinary employees is really disgusting.

"Kingsley wants to cancel the special entrance for pure-blood nobles, what should I do?"

"Why do you care about this?"

"He made me think," Hermione said sadly, "I've only been in the Ministry of Magic for two months."

"I know you haven't been in the house elf office for a long time." Pomona said without any surprise, "When will you be transferred?"

"I don't know. I don't have any actual achievements yet. I don't want others to think that I climbed up through connections."

Pomona thought this topic was really boring.

"Remember how Harry passed you in Potions class when you were in sixth year?"

"Remember." Hermione said angrily, "He got the Half-Blood Prince's old textbook."

"When you were in elementary school, did you have a crush on the boy with the best grades in your class?" Pomona said with a smile on her face, as if she was under the Imperius Curse.

"I'm top of the class, always have been," Hermione said coldly.

"I don't like athletes very much. Do you think Victor is cute?"

"He's a big guy," Hermione reminded her. "I thought cute meant being smaller."

"I don't care about looks so much..."

"You just like Professor Snape, don't you?" Hermione murmured, "I can't believe it."

"Don't forget your charm, my dear. The faster a woman forgets her charm, the faster she will hate the world. You can try to seduce Ron."

"What?" Hermione was stunned.

"How do you usually flirt?"

"Oh!" Hermione shouted as if she had been mentally injured. "When have you been thinking about this?"

"Anxiety won't help you solve any problems. Keep an optimistic attitude. My dear, things that can't kill us will only make us stronger. You should learn to relax yourself. Sometimes you really can't.

Too tight."

Hermione calmed down, as if thinking seriously.

Pomona was under the table, rubbing her ankle with her calf, and Hermione immediately shrank back as if she was electrocuted.

"Just like this." Pomona smiled and said, "You can try it too."

Hermione took a sip of tea and said expressionlessly, "Professor Snape is younger than you, how could you do this to him?"

Pomona felt like a monkey performing acrobatics and riding a unicycle on a tightrope. Hermione had untied the tightrope, and even though she was riding the bicycle steadily, she still fell off the tightrope.

"That's it, we officially have nothing to say." Pomona picked up the Daily Prophet on the table and read it.

"You guys were making out in front of me, and I didn't think it was anything at first. Do you know how annoying it is when you do this?" Hermione said irritably.

"Jealous?" Pomona said with a proud smile.

"No!" Hermione shot back mercilessly, "I'm not Lavender Brown."

Pomona's face suddenly turned ugly.

"What's up with her?"

"You know what the girls say about her behind her back, and you prevent her from being friends with Neville."

"I stopped her and Neville not because of her and Ron, but because she was bitten by a werewolf, even though it was not a full moon night." Pomona turned her attention to the newspaper again, "I can't allow that cursed bloodline to enter.

Pureblood Circle."

"So you support purebloods?"

"Everyone has their own living habits. Don't forget what you did to the house elves. You forced others to give things you thought were good, and others might not accept them. Damn it, Hermione, you remind me of the West.

Reese’s mother…”

"I won't end up like her and attach my soul to a painting and scream and curse the guests."

"You don't understand." Pomona said tiredly, "She is not only protecting that home, she is also waiting for her sons to come home."

"They have always felt that your mind would be poisoned if you got too close to Professor Snape. I can't believe I defended you before."

"Don't be radical, be patient, and make improvements slowly." Pomona held her forehead and said, "It's unrealistic for you to want everyone to accept that everyone is equal."

"Why do some people stubbornly insist that people are not equal?" Hermione touched her arm. Bella had left the word "Mudblood" on that position. It was a trace of dark magic and the black mark of the Death Eaters.

The magic mark cannot be removed either.

"How did you cover up that smell?" Pomona changed the subject.

"You'll know when the time comes." Hermione said grumpily, "I don't know why I feel so anxious. I feel like I'm not who I am now."

"Because darkness is coming." Pomona looked at the blue sky outside. Today seems to be a good weather, and she should be able to see the full moon at night. "After eating, take a nap. You are not a monster after all."
Chapter completed!