"Pomona."
She paused for a moment before realizing Severus was calling her.
"Look at this."
He was holding a botanical specimen album Quirrell had collected.
"What did you find?" she asked listlessly.
"This seems to be the last one he made," Severus said. "Everything after it is blank."
That was because Quirrell had been possessed by Voldemort, and Voldemort had no interest in making botanical specimens.
So she walked over.
"Ugh!" She instinctively took a step back.
"What is it?" he asked as if he had noticed nothing.
"Don't you find it disgusting?" Pomona asked him.
"What's disgusting?" he asked in confusion.
Whether it was the smell or the flower's color and shape, it looked like the horn of a poisonous dragon.
"This is a Dragon Lily. The greeks call it drakondia, and it is common in the Balkans," Pomona said. "It gives off a foul odor and relies on flies to spread its pollen."
Severus turned another page. Half of it was covered in olive leaves, while the rest was completely blank.
"So Quirrell's last destination was somewhere with Dragon Lilies and olive leaves." Severus closed the album. "Any clues?"
Pomona shrugged. She was only a Herbologist, not a detective. How would she know where Quirrell had gone in the end?
Georgiana sat back down at the conference table. She had not brought back any wine, but everyone knew she had not really gone looking for wine.
Campo de' Fiori lay east of Sisto Bridge... The moment she sat down, she remembered something: both Dragon Lilies and olive trees grew in relatively dry, barren land. That would allow her to avoid the fertile coastal regions.
She could take this opportunity to visit Albania.
Then she looked up at the people before her.
"We agree to buy back those