Pomona and the Potions Club members packed up the freshly picked Shrivelfigs one by one, then hired a carpet taxi and had the driver deliver them to St Mungo's Hospital in London.
Ever since the news of Voldemort's confirmed resurrection, demand for Cheering Potion had skyrocketed. St Mungo's was even willing to pay twice the usual price for Shrivelfigs.
Naturally, the school took the money, even though Pomona was the one who planted, picked, and packed the figs.
"They ought to give me a raise." Watching the flying carpet depart, she dusted the dirt from her hands and clothes before returning to the greenhouse office. The book she had left on the desk had clearly been leafed through.
It was a book about Dark potions. Right at the beginning, the author had written that anyone who read it must never become an Auror or an Obliviator. Someone had crossed out that passage in black ink.
Pomona would never do such a thing. Even as a student, she had liked sticking all sorts of colorful notes in her books. They served as bookmarks and let her record her thoughts and impressions at the time. If her views changed, she could tear off the old note and put on a new one. As a result, even when her books became very old, they remained neat and clean, with no need to worry about scribbles on the pages.
"It was you again, Severus!" She snapped the book shut and stormed toward Greenhouse One.
She had intended to take the secret passage, but there was clearly no need. The "culprit" was reading in the secret study, with only a single candle lit even while he read.
"When did you come out?" Pomona asked, lighting the other candles.
The secret study was becoming more and