MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2736 Land of Firebirds (44)

  Chapter 2736 Firebird Land (Forty-Four)

  Because of the death of old Barty Crouch, many old cases have been turned up, and Kingsley seems to think that there are important clues and suspicious suspects among these people.

   "Are you sure Ivan Rossier is dead?" asked Amelia Burns.

   "Of course, right in front of my eyes!" Alastor Moody said rudely.

   "But what Mr. Crouch signed was a warrant," Amelia Burns said.

   "I can't stop him from resisting arrest, can I?" Moody said sarcastically.

   "No." Kingsley said suddenly, "That was your idea."

  Moody looked at Kingsley.

   "You said it, using yourself as bait so we could ambush him," Kingsley said.

   Just as Moody was tongue-tied, Amelia Burns said, "So it wasn't a compliant arrest?"

"We were chasing a dangerous Death Eater, Deputy Director. I wanted to go to his house with a search warrant, but Rosier hid." Kingsley looked at Moody and said, "But I didn't think so either. He should be killed."

   "He took Alastor's nose." Snape said in a soft tone, "although I don't think you'd look any better with a nose."

   "You don't look very good either." Moody sarcastically arrogantly.

   "Then do you think anyone in his family will take revenge for this?" Amelia asked.

   "The arrest was carried out in secret, and outsiders only knew that Ivan Rossier died because of resisting arrest, even Minister Crouch." Kingsley said.

  An old man wearing an ugly hat approached Amelia and whispered in Amelia's ear.

   "That's my old friend, Alphias Dorge." Albus Dumbledore said behind her. "He is now an advisor to the Wizengamot."

  As soon as Albus finished speaking, the conversation between Amelia and Dorje ended.

   "Let's move on to the next case," Amelia said, turning the file to the next page.

   "I think it's time to go." Dumbledore said, and then Pomona felt light all over, and the next moment he was back in the headmaster's office.

  The silverware jingled softly, Fawkes was standing on the rack preening feathers, and Albus handed her a glass of wine.

   "Drink it and you'll feel better," Albus said softly.

  She drank it without thinking. The place where the flame whiskey passed was as hot as magma flowing, and she subconsciously used Occlumency.

   "Did you notice anything strange?" Albus asked.

   "Alastor has a lot less profanity," Pomona said. "I almost thought he and Severus were friends."

   "Perhaps retirement changed him," said Albus.

   "Yeah, his backyard is full of trash cans," Pomona said sarcastically.

   This incident was in the news. When the Muggle police arrived at his residence, the trash can was still burning and exploding.

   "He's just using the trash can as a fortification," said Albus. "Old Auror habit."

   "Not before he retired, Tonks visited his house. If you remember, Alastor was Tonks' 'mentor'. What do you want to ask, Albus?" said Pomona.

   "Do you know why Severus excused Moody," said Albus.

   "Why don't you just ask them?" Pomona asked.

   "I believe there is some kind of 'deal' involved." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at her through half-moon glasses, "a kind of shady transaction."

   "Then how do you think I know the inside information?"

   "You are friends, aren't you?" Albus said calmly.

  Pomona was silent.

   "Tell me what you know," Albus pressed.

So Pomona told Dumbledore that Ivan Rossier had been involved in the murder of Severus' pet assassin, and Albus listened quietly, not snapping because he thought it was a child's joke. break her.

   "That's all I know," Pomona said.

   "How did you come up with the idea of ​​sending him a Thorn?" asked Albus.

   "He wants magic pets," Pomona replied.

   "I remember Kettleburn had quite a few swallow-tailed dogs," said Albus.

"Yeah, that kind of fluffy little milk dog who sees wizards not only wagging their tails, but also rolling all over the floor, turning their bellies upside down for people to stroke." Pomona said coldly, "Think about it, Albus, Do you think Severus would have that kind of pet?"

   Dumbledore was speechless for a moment.

   "So that's what he meant by 'security'?" Pomona said.

   "He wants these, so I'll give them to him." Dumbledore said lightly, "to draw his attention to the things he likes to do, and to amuse him."

   "For no other reason?" Pomona asked.

   "Is he still having Neville dissect the horned toad?" said Albus.

  Pomona was silent.

"He also remained silent on the matter of the wand weighing ceremony, remember your findings?" Albus asked "Two identical wands appeared at the same time, at the same place, and with the same Charms. Harry didn't use his wand after the first summoning of the Patronus at the lake, until the second time he summoned the physical Patronus."

   "You want Ollivander to check?" Pomona asked.

   "It's amazing, that's what Ollivander said."

   "What's so strange?"

   "I don't know, would you ask him for me?" Albus asked.

   "Can't you just ask him?" Pomona asked.

  Albus stared at her.

  She felt guilty and lowered her head.

   "Would you like to ask him for me?" Albus repeated what he had just said.

   "Yes, principal." She said meekly.

   "You can go," said Albus "while it's still dark."

  What is he worried about, is he afraid that someone will see a beautiful woman coming out of the principal's office?

  Pomona smiled sarcastically, and returned to the dungeon.

  When people get older, they will change a little bit. Maybe the smell of boiled cabbage on Moody's body is brought from the trash can.

  Pomona thought to herself, and took down Neville's latest work from the shelf, a bottle of staghorn wine, but he hadn't mastered the vinegar-turning-wine spell, and when she opened the bottle, it still smelled of vinegar.

  Antlers are like human nails, which grow every year and fall off after a certain period of time, and even fall off after a few jumps.

   Neither material is unusual, so Pomona suppresses Neville's failed work.

  Severus was right, she paid too much attention to Neville and was unfair to the other students, Chester was talented, and he wasn't like the Mysterious Man—at least not so far, she should give him something.

  She rummaged through the information left by Cassino, and accidentally found the method of making the Animagus Transformation Potion.

It was mentioned in Sirius' family book that a clansman tried to make this potion, but he was unlucky and never encountered thunderstorm weather. According to the recipe in the book, the potion maker needs On the night of the cross, place the chrysalis of a skull-headed hawkmoth in it, and if all goes well, the potion will turn blood red.

   "What are you looking at?" Severus asked.

   "Dangerous book." Pomona looked at him standing at the door, "What are you doing here?"

   "Looking for a book to read." He avoided her sight, walked to her side, and took the book from her hand.

   "With this thing, why should Blake practice so hard." He smiled sarcastically after reading it.

   "I don't want the students to find it." Pomona took the book away from him. "I want to find a place to hide it."

"Do you need help?"

  Pomona wants to dig a secret room, it doesn't need to be as big as Slytherin's secret room.

  She lowered her head and glanced at the book again. Mandrake was written in the recipe. Maybe she could place the secret study in the basement of the greenhouse.

  At this moment, he suddenly took her hand, and his big nose moved to her neck to sniff around.

   "I miss you." He whispered in her ear.

  She didn't ask him about the three-day deadline, anyway, he didn't mention it himself.

   "What do I smell like?" she asked.

"dinner."

   Just as he was about to go further, Pomona hit him on the head with the book in his hand.

   "I want to put these books away, help!" She said fiercely, took out the flannel bag, put it on the ground, and took out the messy things.

  She likes to put food in it, but she forgot to take out the food that was put in it before. After cleaning up, she found a lot of moldy things inside, just like a trash can.

   "Do you think Moody smells like rotten leaves?" Pomona asked Snape who was packing the books.

   "I smell it." Severus said without looking back.

   "What do you think caused it?" Pomona asked.

   "His perfume," Severus teased, as Pomona tried to throw him the stale bread.

   "Remember the onion smell on Quirrell's body? Maybe it's used to cover up the curse on his body." He said indifferently.

  Alastor Moody is a famous Auror, not only has many enemies, but also has many scars on his body. Some people may say that it is a medal, but it may also be some kind of curse, just like the scar on Harry's forehead.

   "Is Harry's scar hurting lately?" Pomona asked.

   "How would I know." Impatiently, he threw a large stack of books on the ground, stirring up dust on the ground.

  Pomona also stopped talking, so as not to eat a mouthful of ashes.

But when she packed her pockets, when she tried to find the book that recorded the Animagus potion, she couldn't find it. She really regretted that she didn't have a photographic memory, and even more regret that she didn't read carefully. If you look for it in a book, when will you find it?

  (end of this chapter)