Pomona didn't know what to say.

Just like the werewolf Lupine said, there are some conflicts that no one can intervene in and mediate, including himself.

"Come here." She waved to him, wanting to give him a hug.

But Severus didn't come.

She sighed, stepped on the flower carpet, and walked towards the man standing on the wasteland.

From a distance, she smelled the smell of blood on his body. It was different from the smell of blood caused by excessive blood loss last time. It exuded the stench of corruption, full of hatred and sorrow.

But she still stretched out her hands and hugged him.

The king is responsible for pleasing people and leaving the unpopular tasks to others, but the person doing the dirty work is actually not that bad.

"Do you want to cry for a while?" Pomona asked, burying her head in his chest.

"The children are watching." Severus said in a low and steady voice. "Except for the Potter boys, no one in their generation has ever seen me cry."
Chapter completed!