Before his fall, Lucifer had once been the brightest morning star in the sky, the most perfect angel. But because of the original sin of pride, he challenged God, was ultimately cast out of Heaven, and became the Demon King of Hell.
When faced with things beyond their understanding and abilities, people had always chosen "other methods" to seek a solution.
After returning to the ground, Pomona drank a bottle of calming potion. She felt a little better, as if the influence of that black relief had been dispelled.
"How do you feel?" Severus asked her.
"Much better, thank you." She returned the potion bottle to him.
"You two didn't feel anything?" Pomona asked Barnaby and Severus.
They shook their heads.
"Maybe that relief only affects women," Severus said.
Pomona did not want to argue with him about that at the moment. She was thinking of something else. Many people had died in the Goblin Rebellion—not just Goblins, but humans as well. Though the passage now looked clean and tidy, it might once have been soaked in blood.
She looked up at the fortress not far away. Because Cecil and the others had captured Greyback's core followers, the Ministry of Magic had sent Aurors to the scene. Soon afterward, they sealed the place off, and no unauthorized personnel could enter.
If she had been more decisive just now and used an Unforgivable Curse to open the door, perhaps she would already know what secrets were hidden inside.
Once the Aurors finished clearing the scene, there would hardly be anything of value left, unless she went to the Department of Mysteries.
The Department of Mysteries was piled high with all kinds of secrets. Even the inventor of Lumos had been an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries.
To force open this