"Don't think too much, come on." Frank Longbottom filled Sirius's bottle with Firewhiskey again. "After you drink it, go back and take a shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day."

"At least you didn't have to look at the crime scene," Pomona said to Sirius, taking a sip of whiskey to suppress the nausea rising in his throat.

"Have you seen Regulus? I mean..."

"No, I didn't see it." Frank interrupted Sirius, "Not all Death Eaters will participate in the mission we just encountered, and not all Death Eaters wearing masks can be identified."

Sirius did not continue to ask, but his brows furrowed.

Even though the relationship between Sirius and Regulus was not good, Bella was overly involved in the issue of Black's direct succession.

At this time, Pomona remembered the scandal between Bella and the Dark Lord. Most pure-bloods followed the Dark Lord to strengthen their family, but she dedicated the Black family to the Dark Lord.

"Bring your glass over here," Frank said to Pomona. "It's empty."

In fact, there is still some wine at the bottom of the glass, but it is just like ordinary whiskey and no longer burns.

So she handed the glass over and asked Frank to pour it for her.

"Do you want us to take you back?" Frank asked.

"Don't worry, I will go back by myself." Pomona patted the invisibility cloak on the back of the chair. "No one will find me."

"Aren't you too short?" Sirius sneered.

She was so angry that she wanted to hit him.

Instead, he smiled happily, as if her expression entertained him.

Pomona rolled his eyes angrily, took the firewhiskey from Frank, and drank it depressedly.

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The water sprayed from the shower head is hot, unlike the winter rain, which is biting and cold even if it is covered by a travel cloak.

Pomona turned off the faucet. The hot water accelerated blood circulation and accelerated the effects of alcohol. Her whole body turned red.

Veela is a kind of waterside elf. Once she accidentally discovered that she had such an ability.

The smell of alcohol gradually appeared in the steam that filled the bathroom, which penetrated from her skin.

You can pretend to be crazy with alcohol...but you still need a clear mind when facing real madness.

She held her wand against her own clothes and used a transmutation spell to switch it with something in the Hogwarts wardrobe.

It's not beautiful, it's a rustic color, and Cinderella wouldn't wear it to the prince's ball.

But she is not Cinderella, she is not a princess, and she has no intention of attending the prince's ball.

After putting on clean clothes, she walked out of the bathroom and walked to the living room.

Snape rarely had guests, so there was no entertaining furniture in the living room, only an extra-large table.

He was sitting at the table in a daze, and there was a file on the table.

"Is this what bothers you?" Pomona asked.

He seemed startled and turned to look at her.

"Can I have a look?" she asked.

"Don't tell anyone else," Snape said grimly.

So she sat across from him and prepared to open the old file.

One hand held it down.

Pomona looked up.

"It's okay if you don't want me to read it." Pomona moved his hand away from the file. "You can tell me what you want to tell me."

He didn't speak for a long time.

"You might have nightmares," Snape said. "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Bella said werewolves are filthy scavengers. Do you know why she said that?" Pomona said expressionlessly, "I can control it."

But he didn't seem to believe it and stood up to leave.

"Sit down, Severus," Pomona ordered.

He hesitated for a moment and sat back down.

Pomona ignored him and opened the file.

She was startled by the photo that came into view, even though it was in black and white.

"It was found in the basement of a former orphanage," Snape said dryly. "The construction company is going to knock it down and build apartments."

Even if she saw the scene of sacrifice, she would not be so shocked... She saw a pair of huge butterfly wings growing behind a skeleton, and they were spliced ​​together to form a strange beauty.

"Are these real butterfly wings?" Pomona asked.

Severus nodded.

"How come there is such a big butterfly?" Pomona asked immediately.

"I heard that Veela have wings, are your wings like this?" he asked.

"I don't know about other people...my wings are transparent," Pomona said. "Kind of like a dragonfly."

"Can you let me take a look?" he asked "curiously".

She looked into his eyes, and even if he asked her to stand naked in front of him, she was not as resistant as she was now.

It’s like the darkest, invisible human secret is coming to light.

She turned her attention to the photo. "Are you unhappy because of this photo?"

Snape said coldly, "This was found in a hunter's home. It was obvious that he was tired of lions and antelopes. I don't want anyone to do that to you."

She felt much better, even though the picture in front of her might be a Veela specimen.

Humans do not classify Veela as "human", so who would be arrested for collecting butterfly specimens?

"Muggles are not what you think they are. Don't think too highly of them." Snape said.

"I know." She said calmly.

He looked at her.

If it was Lily, she would definitely argue, but Pomona didn't say that deliberately to please him.

"A beautiful necklace." He looked at her neck and said.

It was a necklace she made to imitate the Philosopher's Stone. It just looked like it. It was essentially an ordinary red crystal. It couldn't turn base metals into gold, nor could it make people immortal.

In pursuit of immortality, some people would do anything, even treating their own kind as food like wheat.

Mosquitoes can also suck blood, so why don't vampires worship mosquitoes as their ancestors?

Georgiana thought angrily, and walked forward along the secret passage. Soon she met a group of dusty Frenchmen.

"Run, there is poisonous gas." They shouted at Georgiana.

She quickly cast a bubble spell on herself.

The further she went in, the dust inside was even greater, and there were gravels everywhere on the ground.

Even through a layer of foam, she still smelled a pungent smell of sulfur. She couldn't make a hole to disperse the poisonous gas because there was a park on the ground. So she first used a protective cover to gather those who fainted on the ground, and then moved them out.

After making sure that there was no one, she walked to the place that was blown up, which was the ancient Roman monolith that Grando mentioned.

The stone was very thick, but it still couldn't withstand the explosives. There was an empty and dark space inside. She raised her wand and used fluorescent flashes to illuminate the inside.

In the 20th century, people had found the location of the Temple of Delphi. According to the results of the scan, there was a fault under the Temple of Delphi. The structure in the fault was loose, and underground gas would continue to gush out.

The area where the Sforza Castle was located was a place of worship for the god of war in ancient Rome... She should have thought about the smell of "rotten water" a long time ago. Even if there was no gunpowder in ancient Rome, sulfur would still remind people of war.

This underground altar is octagonal, with an altar in the center, with a golden branch on it, and a "fruit" hanging on the branch.

The god of war in ancient Greek mythology was named Ares, and the Ares Council in Athens was held on Mount Ares.

However, Ares in Greek mythology only knew how to solve problems with violence. No one liked him except his lover Aphrodite.

Sometimes Athena was also considered the god of war. Agamemnon led the coalition forces to conquer Troy and returned home victorious. His wife resented Agamemnon for sacrificing her daughter, and she and her lover killed Agamemnon. In order to avenge his father's death, Agamemnon's son Orestes committed the crime of killing his mother, which led to the pursuit of the goddess of vengeance. Orestes fled everywhere, and finally went to Athens under the guidance of Apollo to seek the judgment of Athena, and Athena chose to judge on Mount Ares.

In ancient Rome, Ares became Mars. He still longed for war. On the other hand, he also represented courage and victory. The worshippers of the god of war prayed to him before going to war, and placed the spoils in front of his altar after the war.

The altar was empty, perhaps with animal bones from sacrifices, but they had all been corroded into powder by sulfur.

Gold does not react with sulfur, and this golden branch was placed on the altar, and it still shone when Georgiana's magic wand shone on it.

There could be no creatures like spiders in this place, so the branch looked like it had just been placed there.

Then she looked at the "fruit" on the branch, which was a black crystal.

The basilisk had red feathers on its head, and the long-horned water snake also had gems on its head, which were said to give the ability to be invisible and fly. These were all called "snake stones".

The ancient Romans believed that snake stones could detoxify all poisons, but not like feces stones.

It could purify everything.

There were many cobra decorations on the surrounding walls, and even the mosaics made of ore had turned yellow under the sulfur, and only a little outline could be vaguely seen.

Compared to Athena, the god of war loved Venus more, and he still longed for love. The story of Caesar and Cleopatra has been passed down for so many years. In addition to the conquest between men and women, there are also the two civilizations of ancient Rome and Egypt...

At this time, Georgiana heard footsteps coming from afar, and she quickly took the black crystal stone from the golden branch and put it in her pocket.

"Does this count as stealing?"

She heard someone say, and hurriedly looked around, but didn't see a ghost.

After a while, a group of Italians came in, and Zabini followed a middle-aged man with slightly bald hair.

"What are you doing here, ma'am?" The middle-aged man asked with a grin.

"I... didn't see anything." She said dryly, pointing to the golden branch on the altar, "It was like this when I came."

The Italian looked at her suspiciously.

"I think I should leave." She said with a smile, holding the stone in her pocket, trying to make herself walk more naturally.

Although the Italians wanted to search her body, they could only watch her leave.

If the golden branch could be smaller, she actually wanted to take it with her, but it seemed to be integrated with the base.

What a pity, she thought helplessly, planning to find an opportunity to break off a branch to study.