"This is where my potion explodes," Pomona said. "I added smelling salts."

"Then you really shouldn't put it down while it's being heated." Albus said, but did not put the cauldron back on the fire, but used fire magic to heat it.

The ammonia fat melted, forming a shiny substance that floated on the surface of the purple liquid, looking like the Milky Way in summer.

"Give me the ash," said Albus.

Pomona immediately handed the vial to Albus.

He added a small silver spoon and then heated it with greater firepower. The Milky Way gradually disappeared and was replaced by an ugly gray substance. It gave Pomona a feeling that the potion had failed again.

"Peppermint oil," Albus said.

Pomona handed it to him.

Albus put a few drops in and stirred it with a wooden stirring stick. The liquid that looked like mortar began to change color as Albus stirred it.

"Remember, it's 6 turns clockwise and 3 turns counterclockwise," Albus said.

He repeated this six times, and the liquid turned into a clear green color.

"Give me the Flobber caterpillar slime and the tulip bulbs," said Albus.

Pomona handed it to him like an assistant, and he dropped the two juices in. At this time, the "lake water" became thick and clear, looking like mints.

"Successful?" Pomona asked.

"I think this potion needs to be shared between two people." Albus said with a smile, adding the last potion, cinnamon juice, and leaving the ointment unchanged.

Pomona looked at the pot of mint paste.

"How did you come up with Honeydukes' Bat Blood Soup?" Pomona asked.

"Arianna used to like it, it was her favorite." Albus said calmly.

Pomona looked up and saw Arianna in the portrait waving to her.

"Sir Casino was from the 17th century. Honeydukes opened in 1641. Maybe he also had it," Albus said.

She looked at him in surprise.

"Nearly Headless Nick was very fond of him. He even hoped that Cassino could become the ghost of Gryffindor." Albus said with a smile, "But Slytherin has already booked him."

"Are Nick and Barrow going to fight?" Pomona gloated.

"I thought they wouldn't. I know Aberforth. Although he is impulsive, he is not emotional."

Pomona listened quietly.

"The family needs me, but I want to go with Gellert to fulfill our ambitions and dreams." Albus used the Elder Wand to cast a spell on the pot of potion, and the solidified sugarpaste fell into pieces.

piece.

"But at that moment I understood that I was poisoned, but fortunately it was not too deep. Gellert left, and I chose to stay."

"Is it because the timing is wrong?"

"No." Albus said with some pain, "Just go."

Pomona looked at the hunched Albus Dumbledore, who looked like he needed comfort.

But she "obediently" had to go. When she left the principal's office, it was already dark and the sky was full of stars, although it was not as magnificent as in midsummer.

She always told her children, do the right thing because it's the right thing.

It's like she's never made a mistake.

Albus in it seems to always be wise and make the right choices, but he also has regrets.

She ran quickly along the stairs of the tower, the torch swaying in the wind, causing the light and shadow to sway. She almost missed the point several times and fell down the stairs, but she managed to avoid them all.

There was an incident on the way. Two girls were fighting over boyfriend issues, but Pomona did not stop them.

Toothbrushes and boyfriends cannot be shared. Next time she sees Stephanie, Pomona will not fight like those two girls. She will only step on Stephanie's skirt and make her fall to the ground.

This idea put her in a good mood, and she was even humming when she returned to the office to change clothes.

She never understood why no matter how wise she made the choice, it turned out to be wrong.

In the end, what we are allowed to do is just a choice that we will not regret so much when we think about it in the future.

After putting on the dress she bought in Diagon Alley, she put on the invisibility cloak and went to kick down the old bat's door with excitement and joy.

Since you only live once, why not be happy about it?

At least she didn't want to live like Albus, missing out on so much, including the "love" he kept saying.

So make mistakes, just make mistakes, just like a student who repeatedly breaks school rules and knows that he will be punished if he is caught, but he still can't help but want to take a night walk in the castle.

Darkness not only brings terror and monsters, but also freedom. Under the cover of darkness, she can do whatever she wants.

As the wise say, don't fall in love so easily.

On Christmas night, while they were dancing, they kept hearing the lyrics on the radio reminding them, but it was as if they didn't hear them.

She opened the door for him then, will he open the door for her?

Smelling salts were first recorded in ancient Rome. In Pliny's work, it was called "Hammonicus sal". By the 13th century, there was a lot of evidence that alchemists also used smelling salts, and it was called "sal ammoniac"

In the 17th century, people distilled an ammonia solution from stag antler flakes, so smelling salts also received the nickname "antler wine". In the Victorian era in England, smelling salts were widely used to wake up unconscious women, so much so that

Police officers also often carry smelling salts with them in case of emergencies.
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