Chapter 3059 adamas(twelve)

"Hey, James."

A new Gryffindor student called James Potter, who was already in his seventh year, who was sitting on the window edge of the library reading a book.

"What?"

"Can you teach me how to recite this spell?" The freshman handed the book in his hand to James.

"Why should I teach you?" James asked inexplicably.

"You are the prefect. Aren't the prefect's grades the best?" the freshman said matter-of-factly.

Many athletes don't wear glasses, but James is an exception, although he personally finds it troublesome to look for the Golden Snitch wearing glasses.

James did not drive the new student away, but took the book he handed over impatiently.

However, he seemed to be in trouble.

How difficult can the questions for freshmen students be?

Pomona shook his head secretly.

"let me see."

Lily suddenly appeared from behind James and snatched the book from his hand.

The freshman looked at James blankly, then at Lily.

"Her grades are much better than mine." James said nonchalantly, then picked up his book and started reading.

Then the freshmen chased the female prefects and asked.

After a while, his problem seemed to be solved, and he ran away with his book.

Lily walked up to James, put one hand on his shoulder, and flipped through the book in his hand with the other hand, as if she was making trouble and explaining.

"Finally." Pomona heard a girl at a table not far away saying unfriendlyly, "She is still with Potter."

"I told you, Sirius won't like her." Another girl at the same table wrinkled her nose as if she smelled smelly garlic, but with a smile on her lips, "She is quite self-aware."

"This is the real smart person." The third girl quickly wrote on the note, "Potter is at least much better than that Slytherin."

"Potter is a big fish to her, no wonder so many years..."

"Shh." Mrs. Pince came over and warned the girls.

After she left, the girls lowered their voices and whispered, giggling from time to time.

Pomona looked back at the young couple by the window, bathing in the sunshine.

She didn't think there was anything to be jealous of Lily, although she was indeed very beautiful, with lake-green eyes sparkling in the sun.

Among James' many shortcomings, his strength is his willingness to help others, as long as he is not busy doing something he finds more interesting.

"I don't think Lily will be able to pass." Minerva said as she put a book in Pomona's hand.

"What passed?" Pomona asked.

"Miss Evans has applied to stay in school." Minerva looked at the lovers not far away. "You didn't know?"

"That's news to me," Pomona said in surprise.

"Aren't you friends?" Minerva asked.

"We haven't spoken since the second half of her sixth grade," Pomona said coldly.

Minerva did not ask what happened, but took down another book and placed it in Pomona's hand.

"I don't think Dumbledore would ask so many questions." Pomona hugged the "book mountain" and said, "If so, why didn't he give us a paper?"

"Don't complain." Minerva said sternly. "It's easier to remember the preparation in your mind than the impromptu surprise."

Pomona couldn't help but lament. In addition to her schoolwork during the day and the occasional "part-time job", and now these were added to her, she almost couldn't feel the joy of life anymore.

"That Slytherin boy, I think his name is Snape, how is he?" Minerva asked.

To Minerva, Severus Snape was just one of her many students.

Pomona recalled the face that looked pale even in the dark, and he was still wearing Slytherin's green school robe.

"I haven't seen him in a while," Pomona said.

"Where has he gone?" Minerva asked.

"Maybe you're looking for an internship, why are you so curious all of a sudden?" Pomona said angrily.

Minerva didn't know Pomona was suddenly so angry, so she didn't continue to ask.

At this time, Pomona looked back at Lily Evans and suddenly realized that her hair was too smooth. Maybe she spent her study time taking care of her hair, or maybe she used Potter's hair smoothener.

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"This hair style is really ugly." She muttered, thinking Lily wouldn't hear her.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Lily turned her eyes to Pomona, as if she heard her.

Holding the book in her arms, Pomona dodged between the bookshelves and hid.

"You are so brave." Minerva stood aside, looking at her critically through her glasses.

"Your hair isn't that good either," Pomona said sternly.

Minerva ignored Pomona and continued to shuttle between the bookcases. Pomona followed closely behind. Who told her that she was not tall enough to reach the books at the top?

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The sun shines in through the glass of the greenhouse, causing the temperature to rise rapidly.

Pomona wakes up from the heat.

But when she opened her eyes, she found that the person who was lying next to her last night was gone.

The strange thing was this. She clearly remembered that the ghosts were very noisy last night, so she had to turn on the radio, but it made it even noisier.

How did she fall asleep?

Maybe it was because hearing the regular breathing of the people next to me was so monotonous and dull, just like Professor Binns' history class, which made people drowsy.

She yawned first, then touched her chin to see if she was drooling.

The next second she woke up with a start.

Who has seen a princess drooling while sleeping?

What was she thinking last night? She thought she was a princess.

Then she started to remember again... French kiss and kiss are two words, although the actions are the same.

It was just a "goodnight kiss", just like how parents would kiss their children before going to bed. Although most people would choose to kiss the cheeks, forehead and other places, some people also kissed the lips.

Maybe his goal was to kiss the corner of the mouth, but she felt wrong.

Pomona bit her lip and got up to wash up the next second.

Rather than sitting on the bed and continuing to think about it, she thought it would be better to seize the time and maybe have breakfast in the auditorium before class.

After she finished washing and drank the potion, Professor Sprout's day began again.

It must be said that Dumbledore was very foresight. He knew clearly how easily witches could be disturbed by certain factors, and how difficult it was for a beautiful girl to be left alone.

Just as the residents of Pemberley feel that a bachelor with an annual income of 10,000 pounds must have a wife, Elizabeth's sister, so a beauty like Jane cannot be without a partner at the ball.

She sighed, and before going out, she suddenly had a whim and wanted to see the magic mandrake. When she walked into the basement where the fungi were cultivated, she passed by a pool with a lot of mandrakes already growing in it.

Less shells.

The water in the pool was so clean that Pomona wondered if pearls would grow from the shells.

But she still looked at the mandrakes and left the greenhouse after making sure they were all alive.

The sun shines through the mist, creating the Tyndall effect, which looks beautiful.

Not long after, she saw a person walking towards her on the grass.

"Morning, Hagrid," Pomona said to the gamekeeper.

"Good morning, Professor." Hagrid said angrily, "I hope you were not disturbed last night. The ghosts said they would not come again in the future."

"I hope so." Pomona said hopelessly, preparing to spend the night in the castle tonight. "Did you go back to the cabin last night?"

"Yes, around 1 o'clock." Hagrid shook his big head, "I hope to find Spark tonight."

"I thought it was a big guy." Pomona said confused. How hard is it to find such a big moose?

"This is a good idea. As long as you find it, no one can hurt it at will under my supervision." Hagrid said dullly, "I am always worried about my brother. Will he do anything when I am not around?"

was discovered."

Only then did Pomona remember that the "trouble" in the Forbidden Forest was not just the same.

"But I can't always stay with him...my mother abandoned him because he was too short among the giants." Hagrid said sadly.

Pomona was reminded of Roman customs at this time, but the number of British giants was not large and they were on the verge of extinction.
To be continued...