Chapter 2745 The Land of Firebirds (53)

According to a school history of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin's father went to India and brought back a lot of porcelain, silk and a small dragon...

"Senior."

Pomona raised her head and looked at Severus Snape, who had a serious face.

"Look at this!" he said, pointing to a book.

Severus's voice has been changing recently, and his voice sounds like a duck. He won't speak easily unless it's something serious.

"What's wrong?" Pomona asked confused.

"You think that's okay?"

Pomona looked at the content of the book again, which was about famous alchemists and potion masters in history. The content Snape pointed at was about Nico Flamel.

"Do you really think it's okay?" he asked patiently.

She felt baffled.

"Phoenixes are rare, aren't they?" Severus asked.

"Yes." Pomona replied.

"Is it still very loyal? It only follows one master in its life?" Severus asked again.

"I guess so," Pomona said.

"Nicolème had a phoenix."

"No, it's just that there's a phoenix in his notebook." Pomona corrected.

"Professor Dumbledore also has one." He looked at her stubbornly.

"So?" Pomona asked.

"Isn't this something obvious?"

"Do you think Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel are the same person?"

He had an expression that said, "Finally someone understands."

She found his reaction very interesting. She originally read history books for entertainment.

"You said that vampires will change places and change their identities every once in a while." Severus said.

"How do you want to confirm your suspicion?" Pomona asked.

"This is impossible." Lily said. "Stop guessing, Sev."

Severus looked at Pomona.

"Are you going to add veritaserum to Dumbledore's pumpkin juice?" she asked with a smile.

Lily looked like she couldn't bear it, so she read "A History of Magic" written by Bathilda Bagshot in anger.

In the photo, Albus Dumbledore is still a teenager. He looks very gentle, while Grindelwald standing next to him is unruly. It is hard to imagine that they are actually friends.

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"Professor!" Neville shouted.

Pomona came to her senses.

"Are we starting?" Neville asked.

The workbench used to repot mandrakes was filled with all kinds of medicinal materials. Who would have thought that the herbal medicine professor would also start brewing potions, and her assistant was Neville Longbottom, who often fried pots.

"Don't worry." Pomona didn't know whether to tell herself or Neville, "I used to be number one in Potions class."

It's just that she hasn't done anything in more than ten years, so she is already a little rusty.

She said anxiously in her heart.

After recalling the feeling, Pomona lit the copper crucible and stirred it with a wooden stirring rod.

It's not difficult, chopping up the pumpkin and making it into juice is like making pumpkin juice, except you add salt instead of sugar.

Then she added bat blood, and the good pumpkin juice turned into a thick red color and smelled terrible.

"Oh." Neville held his nose and retched.

Pomona endured it and continued to heat the mixture. After it started bubbling, he took the crucible away from the fire and poured the liquid into another crucible lined with goose grass and filtered.

If she had thought before that she could secretly secretly check the other person's dreams by putting it in the milk before going to bed without knowing it, then she must have thought too much.

After the liquid was poured out, Pomona took out the filter made of goose grass and filtered the residue on the surface of the liquid.

After letting it sit for about 35 minutes, Pomona poured the liquid into the original copper crucible, and added narcissus, ivy and eight-eyed spider venom in sequence.

She found Hagrid and asked him to go to the Forbidden Forest to get "fresh" ones. After putting down the potions, there was a "coaxing" sound, and a puff of steam rose up, and the potion in the pot turned green.

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"Is it okay?" Neville looked at the crucible nervously and said.

"We'll find out later," Pomona said happily.

Then she threw the salt ammonia into the crucible.

"etc!"

She thought she heard someone shouting.

Then she heard a loud "boom", this time louder than the last time, and several pieces of the greenhouse glass were shattered.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Neville got up from the ground, "I knew it would be like this."

Pomona ignored Neville. A shield appeared in front of her, which just blocked the fragments of the crucible produced by the explosion and the corrosive "liquid" inside.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to add ammonia when heating?" Kingsley said angrily.

There was a smell of urine floating in the air. Fortunately, the glass of the greenhouse was blown open, allowing ventilation.

"Why are you here, Kingsley? Don't you have to go to the Muggle Prime Minister?" Pomona asked.

"I'm glad I came today." Kingsley said stiffly, "Thank you for giving me a chance to almost win a medal."

Pomona then remembered that the era of Casino seemed to be before Fontana, which meant that people of that era thought that snake venom was acid and needed to be neutralized by alkali.

"What are you concocting?" Kingsley seemed to think she was frightened, and then asked.

"A magic potion." Pomona was about to throw the book into the trash can.

Kingsley looked at her.

She thought it best not to let the Aurors know that such a thing existed in the school.

So she put the book into her velvet bag.

"The Prime Minister is abroad," said Kingsley. "He is visiting Germany."

"Why?" Pomona asked completely casually.

"Germany took the lead in organizing an agreement. All signatory countries will no longer conduct border inspections on citizens, and foreigners can also pass freely within the territory of the signatory countries."

"Oh~" Pomona pretended to sigh.

"You don't know what that means, do you?" asked Kingsley.

Pomona shrugged, disappeared the failed potion, and restored the glass.

"What about you?" Kingsley looked at Neville.

"Scamander doesn't need to apply to go abroad," Neville said.

"That's not accurate. He had other 'criminal records' at that time. According to the agreement, all countries will share criminal files."

"He's not a criminal," Pomona said.

"The UK has not signed yet, and the Prime Minister's interview is about this matter." Kingsley said, "Speaking of this, how much do you know about Buddy Crouch?"

"Which one?" Pomona asked.

"Anyone, tell me what you know," Kingsley said.

"You know, there is no parent-teacher conference at Hogwarts. I usually correspond with Mrs. Crouch." Pomona said.

"The minister didn't write to you?"

"The director of the Department of Legal Enforcement wrote a letter to a female teacher? Are you kidding? Kingsley." Pomona smiled teasingly.

"So he doesn't care about his son as much as the legend says?" Kingsley asked.

Pomona did not answer the question.

"What about Buddy Crouch Jr.?" Kingsley said.

"Don't ask here." Pomona said, glancing at Neville next to him.

"Do you want to leave for a while?" Kingsley said, looking at Neville.

"No." Neville looked at the two of them bravely, "I want to know."
To be continued...