Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 2590 Cheese in the Trap (26)

   Chapter 2590 Cheese Trap (twenty-six)

  Pomona came to Slytherin's cellar with a large bundle of mint.

  The students are all on vacation, so she can only do it herself to deliver the materials. The midsummer sun shines through the lake, from the window that can never be opened, and turns into a green color, which is completely different from the hot sun when she was picking mint in the medicine garden before.

   Although it is cool, it is too dark, and even in broad daylight, magic lanterns are lit.

   "Severus!" she shouted, her voice echoing throughout the Great Potions classroom.

   "It's a bad idea if you go out at this time." Pomona continued. "Don't think the trial is over, it's over!"

   Still no one answered, so she put down the herbs and went to wash her hands at the dripping beast in the corner of the classroom, and then out of the corner of her eye she saw a glowing object hovering around her.

   She turned her head and looked over, and found that it was actually a firefly. After it flew in the classroom for a while, it probably felt tired from flying, so it landed on the desk and continued to shine.

   "How did you get here?" Pomona asked Firefly, of course Firefly wouldn't answer her.

But she soon discovered that there were more than one firefly in the classroom. She followed their flight path, bypassed the glass jars placed along the wall, and came to a small room behind the potions classroom, with a storage The cabinet was removed, revealing a bottomless hole from which the fireflies flew.

   "I knew it." She muttered, raised her wand and flashed it with fluorescent light, and walked in.

   Even though Snape is not as adventurous as the Daoist, he is still very curious, and many people are looking for Salazar Slytherin's secret room.

   After a while, she came to a large room with no windows, but with many fireplaces, or a grate.

   was all there, unless Snape used a spell to hide himself.

   "Severus," she shouted boldly, her voice echoing louder in the enclosed space.

   "Come here." She heard his low voice, but couldn't tell which direction it was in.

"Where are you?"

   "This way!" he said impatiently.

  Pomona ran over immediately and pushed open the door.

   This is a room full of fireflies, probably because the basement of the castle is too wet, giving this kind of insect shelter that needs clean water. They gleamed all over the walls and ceiling, looking like the Milky Way in midsummer.

   "How did you find this place?" she sighed.

   "I came with Firefly." He pointed his wand at her "How about you?"

   "Just like you." She looked up at the ceiling "It's spectacular."

   "You know, there are caves like this in nature," Severus said. "I remember one in Australia."

   "I don't want to make a special trip to Australia to see this," Pomona said.

   "You don't think it's worth it?" Severus asked.

   "It's too far, not to mention I already have this, and I can come and see it anytime I want in the future," Pomona said.

   "What if I didn't find it?" Severus frowned.

   "I'll just pretend it doesn't exist, let's go, I brought the mint you asked for, it's still fresh."

   He seems to be reluctant to part with this room, or wants to continue exploring.

   Pomona grabbed his hand and forcibly dragged him away.

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  Albus put a glass on the desk, raised his slender fingers slightly, and a glass bottle suddenly appeared in his hand.

   "How much?" Albus asked.

   "Two fingers," Pomona said, looking at the interior of the principal's room, as if nothing had changed except for the clinking silverware, and it was the same as when she was studying.

   At this time, she noticed the Pensieve, which had not been put into the locker, and was still glowing with silver light.

   "Why didn't you put it away?" Pomona asked old Gryffindor. "Or do you miss the boys' lounge?"

  Albus smiled and handed Pomona a glass of wine.

   "Can you tell me how you're going to make those hedges move?" Albus asked.

"I didn't plan to make them move. You see, although the willow will move, its roots are deeply rooted in the ground, and it is impossible to move the place. Because of this, it is suitable to be the guardian of the secret path." Bo Mona said.

   "What's your plan then?" Albus asked.

   "Teleport, just like the house-elves do every year at a banquet, to teleport the tree lily and the soil it takes root to an empty area." Pomona replied.

   "You're going to let the house-elves enter the maze?" Albus asked.

   "No, I'm going to use Floo powder." Pomona replied "The key is to make a connection, not necessarily a fireplace."

   "How are you going to restore the Quidditch pitch?" Albus asked. "Dug them all out?"

   "You're against the idea?" Pomona asked.

   "Can I ask, how much Floo powder do you need?" Albus asked.

"I'm not going to go to Floo Poon to buy that kind of generic Floo Powder, I know there is a Floo Powder dealer who sells Floo Powder and Floo Powder produced by Floo Poon with different effects. "

   "I know who you're talking about. It's a company run by wildsmith's. Do you know why Floo powder was invented by Mrs. Wildsmith, but Floopon was not run by her descendants?"

   Pomona did not answer.

   "Even if it's 2 silver sik, it's still a lot of money to make a lot of money. You may know that the population of wizards is not as large as that of muggles, and it is impossible to establish a tax system, but..."

   "The Ministry of Magic uses Floopen's earnings to pay its employees," Pomona said. "But that's not enough."

   "Don't forget there are 'investors' like Lucius Malfoy. Sometimes, some ministers are not so willing to listen to their opinions, but they are worried that the department will not work, so they find another way."

   "Will the Wildsmiths?" Pomona asked.

"They enjoy a lot of privileges, including the ability to open a regular company and sell Floo powder that is better than Floo powder, which is illegal for others to use." Albus said, "What do you think of the Simith family? "

   Pomona kept smiling.

   "Do you believe they are descendants of Helga Hufflepuff?" Albus continued.

   Pomona was still smiling.

   "I'd like you to go to the party at their house," Albus said. "If you don't feel comfortable on your own, bring Cedric with you."

   "Why do I have to go!" she said excitedly.

   "Come here." Albus was gentle, but tough enough to lead her to the Pensieve. "This is a memory I got from a dying house-elf."

   "Do I have to watch?" Pomona struggled.

   "I think this matter is very important." Albus looked at her seriously.

   She looked at the eyes behind the half-moon eyes, and finally immersed her face in the Pensieve.

   She came to a splendidly decorated "House of Requirement", but there were a lot of antiques in this room, and there were some old things that "may be useful in the future" were piled up in the room.

There are two people in this room, a fat woman in a pink dress who looks like melted cheese, and sitting next to her is a handsome Tom Riddle, who is older than the Riddle in the diary When I was a few years old, my hair grew longer, and there was a chilling red light in my eyes.

   "He's a clerk at Boginbok now," said Albus, beside Pomona. "He was talking to Herbarts Smith, the owner of this house-elf."

"why…"

   "She's dead," Albus said. "It was her house-elf, Hokey, who killed her. She's too old to tell the difference between sugar and poison."

   "What does he want?" Pomona asked.

   "At first, it was goblin armor." Albus said, "Later, you see."

  I saw Herbats Smith brought out two things, one was a gold cup, and the other was a locket with a snake-shaped logo.

  Pomona could see that a moment of greed was evident in Tom Riddle's eyes, which made his handsome face hideous, and Herbarts Smith was clearly aware of it and woke up from the "giggling".

   "What does he want these things for?" Pomona asked.

"I don't know, that's why I asked you to go to the party. Did those two things be handed over to the Smith family as an inheritance, or did they know their whereabouts." Albus said, "If the Smith family is really Heath Erga Hufflepuff's heir, they wouldn't want Hufflepuff's gold cup."

   "I see, Headmaster."

   "Let's go." Albus held Pomona's hand and led her away from the Pensieve like an apparition.

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  Rabastan Lestrange brought the organizational structure of the French Ministry of Magic.

   They also have the Department of Legal Enforcement and the Auror Bureau, but there is no Wesson family, nor the Department of Magical Creatures, the Department of Magical Transportation, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and the Department of Sports. Instead, there is a department called the "Food Processing Bureau".

   Before the French Revolution, the French Ministry of Magic seemed to exist, but it had no effect. The wizards surrounded the king, living the life of the court while protecting the safety of the king. They began to organize seriously in 1790.

   "What kind of department is this Food Processing Bureau?" Georgiana asked Rabastian in confusion. "We are going to provide food for Muggles?"

"This is the order of the First Governor," said Rabastan dryly. "'Mr. Smith' has destroyed several granaries in Paris and forced him to release Gabriel Oufrard, the 'poison dragon', I think. This department is about that."

   She was speechless for a moment.

   "Can it be merged with the Auror Bureau?" asked Georgiana.

   "Aurors also take care of food safety?" Rabastan asked.

   She spread her hands and signed directly at the end of the document.

   After all, this is a kind of "French characteristic".

   (end of this chapter)