Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 105 Fierce Battle

   "It's really smart, use the Absolute Bird." The professor of Potions, who was stumped by the problem set by the principal, slapped the table and suddenly realized that "This will record the mermaid's singing that can only sing in the water."

"But even if the bird's saliva is extracted immediately after drowning, the mermaid's singing can only be saved for a short time, and I don't know where to sing until the Triwizard Tournament." Pomona said while eating cookies. The singing of a mermaid can only be heard in water, but not on land. This kind of sound is magical, and how to preserve its magic is also a problem."

   "That old fool." Snape sneered.

   "I think you already know how to prepare. When are you ready?"

   "What are you asking about this?"

   "You can't let the fish sing and they just sing it to you. It just so happens that I also have a problem to solve. The hostage has to stay underwater for more than an hour. I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"

   "A deal?"

  Pomona nodded.

   "Let me think about it." He said smoothly, fiddling with the stationery on the table.

  "Severus, don’t follow me in this set, are you going to delay it until the last moment, I can’t sit still, and then you can threaten again?"

  "Aren't you Phoenix guys focusing on the overall situation?" Snape saw through his scheming and took a bottle of wine from the cabinet full of potions.

  "When did you learn to drink?" Pomona looked at the cookie she was holding in her hand and thought it looked extremely naive now.

"I said when I first went to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, this is the most beautiful thing about the Order of the Phoenix." Severus poured wine in two glasses. "Should you give up sweets and try This one?"

  This is what he learned when he was a Death Eater.

  Pomona looked down at the cookie box in her arms, as if she could see that it was covered with maggots.

   "You know Dumbledore is not a good person, why do you still listen to him?" Snape brought the poured wine to her.

   "He's doing the right thing." Pomona took the wine, and it smelled like the bonbon chocolate Frank gave her.

   "Do you want to be like Minerva? Single for a lifetime for his great cause."

  "Who would like me." She tried to take a sip of the wine, which was a bit spicy, but still sweet.

  "You just need to stop drinking the compound decoction. You are beautiful. Don't be buried by that old fool."

  Pomona raised her head to look at those hollow, two-tunnel-like eyes. Perhaps in the depths of his eyes, she was still the red-haired girl.

   "Thank you, Severus, I heard that many people are soliciting you, why don't you agree?"

   "Did he ask you to ask, or did you ask?"

   "What's the difference? Anyway, as long as he asks me, I have to tell him."

   "You don't have to tell him so I can tell you the truth."

   "You still love Lily, don't you?"

  The half-blood prince took a sip of wine and turned his head to ignore her. The shadow of the slum-born boy was no longer visible on him.

  "You've grown up, Severus, don't make choices based on impulse like you did when you were a kid, especially when you get married. Have you ever thought about reviving the Prince family?"

   "Will you help me?"

   "I have done everything I can do. You can choose what to do next. I won't stay with you for the rest of my life."

"why not?"

   "Your wife is the one who will accompany you for the rest of your life. I am not. I am just your teacher." Pomona stood up. "Look, you are taller than me. We are equal people, professor."

   "This is his goal, Pomona, equality. He wants you to convince me to give up pure bloodism." Snape said blankly.

   "I didn't think so!"

   "Please go out." The tall and thin Severus looked down at her, full of defense.

  With such a face, no man would like it.

  Pomona looked at her shadow in his eyes and turned away in shame. Her gray hair made Sprout’s dull face look more like an old man.

  As the dean of Hefpuff, she sometimes receives invitations to meet the dean of Slytherin on social occasions. They are people from two different worlds. You can see by the people around them.

  Slytherin always has interests first, maybe he has become an careerist who relies on interests to make friends.

   "The transaction just now, we have concluded, right?" Pomona asked before opening the door.

   "Yes." He replied with his back to her.

  "Wait when you are ready, let Robbie inform me."

   "He did this for you." Snape said softly, "Leave Hogwarts and become my house-elf."

This is her plan. It is a kind of exile to give the elves a piece of clothing and let them go, but giving them a new home benefits from many sources. Hogwarts houses too many elves, and other emerging or declining families. No, it's good for everyone to go out separately, but it's difficult to take the first step, but Robbie walked out for her and became an outlier among the house elves.

   "Thanks to his help, Irene will be so comfortable when she walks. Be nice to him. Don't be like Malfoy and Dobby." Pomona said.

  The young and arrogant Malfoy was arrogant and rude, without aristocratic temperament at all, and even the docile house elves wanted to betray them.

   "I know." He choked and said, "Thank you."

"no need thank me."

   "Everything you do." He covered his face and cried, probably thinking of the days when Irene died.

  Pomona opened the door, walked out, then closed the door, and returned Qing to him. She thought he might want to be alone for a while now.

   "Have some chocolate, Draco." Pomona put a large piece of chocolate in front of him, "You will feel better."

  Sweat Master Malfoy panted heavily, took the snack, and took a bite.

   "I now know that Potter is not tutoring pharmacy at all in the Godfather's cellar." Draco looked at the golden egg in the tank and said, "He is also practicing Occlumency, right?"

"The Dark Lord was resurrected with Harry's blood, and there was a piece of soul on him. He often had nightmares. In his dreams, he was sometimes from the perspective of the Dark Lord. It was him that Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked by Nagini. It was the first to find out and call the police, thus saving Mr. Weasley’s life. He thought he could invade the mind of the Dark Lord, but he did not expect to be counter-invaded. The Dark Lord invaded Harry in the first battle of the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic. He was deceived with false memories. In addition to being beautiful, the mixed-blood Veela was born to use spiritism and dementia. In fact, like dementors, we use human souls as food, but only take photos. The ghost looks terrifying and only **** away happy memories, and we **** away all memories.” Pomona looked at Draco and lowered the last sentence, “You didn’t see Fleur and my hair. Is the color different? This is the sign of adult and minor. Do you know the difference between adult and minor?"

  "Age?"

"No, it's observation and judgment. Didn't you notice anything unusual about your father and mother?" Pomona looked at the twenty-five-year-old boy. She was very reluctant to let Draco grow up, but he But he is already "sensible", thanks to his godfather who doesn't like to close the door, and the shameless godmother.

"Your mom and dad might get divorced, because your dad cheated your mom many times. He did the same to those women as you did to Pansy Parkinson. Your godfather, that blind bat, can’t tell me but can’t deceive me. , You are very smart, but you are not in the right place. Now use your brain to think about how to solve your parents’ problems, otherwise you will become a child of a single-parent family like Zabini."

  Draco looked miserable, as if that piece of chocolate couldn't make him happy.

"When you learn the snake tongue, you have to solve the problem of the three heads of the snake, this will be your future battlefield." Pomona pointed to her head "You have a great mother, and a Father like a peacock, who do you think rescued you from the Dark Lord and brought you out of the Forbidden Forest?"

   "Are we going to continue practicing?" Draco asked with a sad face.

  "You don’t need to practice anymore. You can mention something you want. This is a reward for your hard work."

   "Are you saying I want something other than the egg?" Xiaolong was surprised.

   "That's right."

   "Is fish gill grass okay?"

   "I have to ask your godfather about this."

   "Then you can call him now? I miss him!"

  Draco said with a look of anticipation, but Pomona always felt that he had no good intentions.

"Do not."

   "Why?"

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, Draco." Narcissa Malfoy asked the gloomy old bat to be the golden Malfoy as godfather because of his strength. He can beat everything and dare to provoke him. She is a godson, and is not afraid of offending people at all. Everyone knows that he has that kind of personality, so she won't make herself boring.

  Draco showed a triumphant smile like his godfather, grabbed her handle, pointed to the ring on her right **** and said, "Then I want a ring like yours. I heard my mother say that it can summon the godfather."

  "He gave me this."

  "Then you call him, I will ask him for it."

"Do not!"

   "Don't be so naive, Christine!"

   "You are naive, Dreike Malfoy!" It's shameless to find a helper if you can't win!

   "He certainly doesn't want to eat dinner alone, let him come." Xiaolong kept urging, and this time he said it was the point.

  Based on her knowledge of old bats, it is common to forget to eat.

   "Okay." Pomona compromised. "I'm going to prepare dinner. You can take this egg and play with it."

   "Okay, Knox!" Xiaolong hugged the golden egg and left the compartment with excitement.

   "No, he didn't dare to do anything to you." Pomona smiled and smoothed the upside-down hairs, so she didn't believe in her nose and dared to teach her.

  So she left the cubicle, humming, and prepared dinner like a carefree fool.

  (End of this chapter)