Chapter 80 Fluorescent Flashing

"Um!"

Pomona returned to the greenhouse carrying the picnic basket, and heard voices from behind.

She followed the voice and looked over. It turned out to be the Slytherin freshman who had just been humiliated by everyone in the restaurant. He picked up rocks from the hillside and threw them to a place, as if he was venting his anger.

Since someone tortured a house elf with the Unforgivable Curse in the greenhouse last semester, few people have come except for classes. Pomona thought about it, then walked over with the basket and stopped two or three steps away from him.

Down.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

The big-nosed Slytherin looked back at her.

"I have a picnic here every day. If you haven't eaten, come and eat with me."

"Go somewhere else and don't mess with me." The Slytherin boy was still throwing stones.

"I have no other place to go." She said pitifully. "I found this place with great difficulty."

"Do you want me to let you go?" the Slytherin freshman sneered, seemingly not taking the fourth-year senior sister seriously.

"Can't we share?" Pomona held up the picnic basket. "You give me some space and I'll give you food."

As soon as she finished speaking, the other person's stomach growled.

"Please," Pomona continued, "I feel lonely eating alone."

"Then why don't you go to the restaurant?" he said coldly.

"It's too noisy. I'm not good at dealing with others."

Facing a piece of sponge cake, the boy couldn't harden his heart.

"come on."

"Thank you." She walked over, sat down on a stone not far from him, took out two large cookies from the basket, and gave him one piece. "Here you go."

"Why are you doing this?" The boy didn't answer, as if he found her very confusing.

"I always prepare an extra piece of food. Maybe I will meet friends." Seeing that he had no intention of taking it, she placed the cookie on a clean stone and started eating on her own.

She didn't say a word except for the sound of chewing. It felt like raising a hamster.

"You are a weirdo." The Slytherin boy frowned, the mountain wind blew through his greasy hair, and he did not look beautiful at all.

"That's why I don't go to restaurants to eat." Pomona said with a smile. "I don't have to listen to those gossips."

"You don't know anything." The freshman continued to throw stones.

"What's the use of knowing so much, I only need to know what I need to know." Pomona closed her eyes and ate the chocolate chip cookie. "This cookie is so delicious."

"What do I have to give in exchange?" Slytherin asked her, as if he didn't believe that giving up a piece of land would provide food.

"Just protect me from being bullied by others."

The Slytherin freshman shook his head with disdain, picked up the cookie and ate it.

"Are you a Muggleborn?"

"I'm a half-blood." Half human, half Veela.

"Really? Me too." The half-breed said while eating the biscuits.

The first impression of many Slytherins is that of evil-minded people, but the image of this boy is that of loneliness.

Pomona closed her eyes and thought to herself, Dumbledore wanted to know the true attitude of the new Dark Arts teacher, and why he resigned for various reasons when he knew that the teacher in that position would not last more than a year.

Still here to teach, the Dark Lord's power has risen outside the school, Dumbledore does not allow his minions to enter Hogwarts, and you can learn more information by making friends with this lonely Slytherin freshman.

"Is this your true intention when you approached me?"

The voice from behind startled Pomona. She turned her head and looked over and found that it was Severus Snape, the forty-year-old Head of Slytherin.

She woke up with a strong guilty conscience, and there was a beast pressing on her body at the moment. In the dream, he was wearing black clothes, all the buttons were firmly buttoned, and he looked very thin. Now he was wearing nothing and was exposed.

In addition to her strong arms and the scar like a collar on her neck, she inexplicably had the illusion that she was a prey knocked down by a hunting dog, so much so that she couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Don't be angry, Severus, please let me explain."

"Liar!" he said excitedly, as if he had caught another student's mistake and wanted to deduct points from him.

Pomona had no way to defend herself, because she was indeed a liar. She took advantage of a young man's loneliness to make friends with him to spy on him, and her motives for approaching him were impure.

"How could you sneak up on me while I'm sleeping?" Pomona couldn't help complaining. Just like Dumbledore said, she couldn't use Occlumency when she was sleeping. Next time she would take advantage of him sleeping.

time to use.

"This is what Harry Potter taught me. Like his father, he only knows how to sneak attack!" He suppressed his rage and his whole body was trembling. "He was brainwashed by that old madman just like you. Lily risked her life to protect him."

I killed him, but he was so brave that he sacrificed himself. Apart from me, have you ever used your own body to obtain information for him?"

"No!"

There are many beautiful spies in history, and Mata Hari was the most famous one during World War II.

"Don't panic at me!" Snape said through gritted teeth.

"I rarely leave Hogwarts, and when I do, I'm always with Dumbledore, you know." She moved carefully in the shadow he created. It was already dawn, but the curtains were not completely drawn.

You can see the garden full of roses outside. "It's just you, Severus. If it weren't for Cedric's snitch, even Dumbledore wouldn't know what I was doing when you and I were alone together. He thought we were still with each other."

We were still discussing magic when we were little."

She reached out and touched the scars on his body. He seemed to have experienced many battles after leaving her.

"He protects me very well, just like my father. He won't let me be that kind of spy."

"Then why did you use it again when you were using it on me?" Severus' tone became deeper, as if it came from his nose.

In fact, she was just like Ron Weasley's crazy ex-girlfriend, she could almost be said to have dedicated herself to him, but that girl was dedicated to a superficial "hero", while she was dedicated to a double agent.

"I don't know, Severus." She tried to push away the hound that was licking her neck. Its fur was black and soft, as smooth as the transformed big dog of Sirius' Animagus.

When he was concentrating on one thing, he was silent and looked very serious. She wanted those eyes to see her. There was no potion, no Lily, just her. Maybe it was because of Veela's instinct that she was hunting this determined person.

man.

"Tell me what you're thinking now," he gasped.

"I want to capture you." She answered as he wished, but he was not satisfied.

"Am I still that little kid to you now?" He said and moved a little.

She blushed and shook her head. With such a close and intimate contact, she could certainly know what he was implying. Even Lily's child Harry was married, how could he still be the child who would be satisfied if he was given cookies.

"One day, I will drive that stupid dog Sirius Black out of your mind. Pomona, you can only think about me. He is dead. I am still alive. Don't think about the person who is dead."

Already."

"Then will you forget Lily? Holy Love!" She felt very angry and wanted to push the beast away and get up.

But he immediately pushed her back into the soft bed.

"Someone told me that there are two things in this world that cannot be shared. One is your child, and the other is the woman you are fooling around with. You are mine, Pomona, and I will not share you. That kind of

You are not allowed to go to social gatherings."

"Oh, the gloomy old bat of Slytherin, who stays in the cellar all day long like you, either brewing potions or reciting spells, who else can you call a friend besides Lucius? I

I won't be so withdrawn and unsociable like you." Pomona pushed away the Slytherin headmaster who stared at her with a death gaze. Sirius was right, he sometimes looked like someone from a Muggle fairy tale.

Evil witch.

"Then why were you absent from the Triwizard Tournament Yule Ball?" He also sat up, looking as if he was disappointed.

"You tried three times but still couldn't get an appointment with me. Have you forgotten?"

Thinking of the pathetic invitation methods he had tried, Pomona shook her head, not knowing who was more pathetic.

"Why don't you participate if I don't get the appointment? Dumbledore said that all teachers must participate."

"That's right what he said. The question is, do you know how tiring it is to arrange such a large venue? No one helped me except Felivy. I feel like a house elf in Hogwarts!"

Mona looked at the old bat again. His power was useless in this regard. Belucius hadn't used it yet. At least the platinum noble's taste was still very high. "You don't think that Dumbledore forces everyone to go."

, and then you can dance with me at the dance, right?"

The Christmas theme that year was silver and white. Later, back in the lounge, Hufflepuff's girls described his appearance at the Yule Ball as if a black hole had appeared, sucking all the light from his area.

Already.

"Oh my God, do you really think that?" Professor Sprout carefully observed the expression of the old Slytherin bat. He bared his teeth at her like a hunting dog and turned around to put on his clothes.

Even the half-giant Hagrid had a date that day.

Pomona looked at his back and shook her head helplessly. No wonder he knocked on her door that night as if asking for help.

If she didn't open the door at that time, he would be so pitiful.

"Did I mention you looked handsome that night? Severus."

"You said it now." There was a smile on his face.
To be continued...