Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 55, p.394

   "He applied for this position, Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Dumbledore leaned back in a soft rocking chair and placed Severus Snape’s job application on the desk in front of her. The person in the black and white photo above had a pair of gloomy eyes and looked terrible. Even the sunlight shining through the open window could not drive away the darkness from him.

   "No, he is Prince, and potions are the best for him."

   "Same as I thought, but we don't need two potions teachers. If Severus becomes a potion professor, what should Slughorn do?"

  Pomona looked at Dumbledore’s expectant eyes behind his half-moon glasses, feeling a little in her heart.

   "Many of the Death Eaters in this war came from his academy, and he should resign due to the responsibility of poor management." Pomona whispered.

"However, given his years of teaching experience at Hogwarts, I think it was due to his negligence caused by his age and lack of energy. People his age should retire." Dumbledore wrote Snape's application. He took it again, pouting and thinking.

   "Why did you let a Death Eater into school?" A chill from the soles of her feet made her feel cold, and she couldn't help holding her shoulders like Lily, as if giving herself a hug.

"You'll know one day, dear." Dumbledore smiled at her, his eyes narrowed behind his half-moon glasses. "Don't you think we should set up a position in the Muggle Studies class and hire a teacher? ?"

  Dumbledore dropped the application on the table, folded his hands on his chest, and shook the wooden rocking chair with his toes to make it "crunch".

  Pomona wanted him to stop, because the voice sounded terribly uncomfortable and very nasty.

In the moonlight, a bare-chested man turned his back to her, exposing a well-knotted spine. It began to bend around the fourth to fifth joints. It looked like a tired person or a person who was changing. Werewolf in the body.

If Lupin is alive, he can convince the werewolves who were brainwashed by Fenrir, but unfortunately he died on the battlefield of Hogwarts, together with Tonks, and left their children, one less than one year old. The baby should be six or seven years old now. Is that child normal or a born little werewolf? Comes with Yirong Magus?

  In six years, three eagle-headed horses and winged beasts, a damned person who lived so much longer, did he make a profit or lose it?

   With two "pops", she originally thought that someone had apparitioned, but sparks appeared in the dark, and then a burning smell dissipated. He actually smoked like Pete.

   "That old guy will be sugary when he sees people. Does he think he spends Halloween every day?" Snape said with his back to her. His voice sounded like a layer of water, and it sounded indistinct.

  So in order to fight him, you developed the habit of smoking?

  His behavior is naive, but it is very practical. At least it is easier to smoke with the nobles than to let them eat sweets. Only children like to eat sweets.

  Now thinking about it, Sirius never eats candy in Black’s Old House, but he often stands in a daze by a cabinet where there is a display stand with something on it, and it becomes empty.

  In fact, he is no different from Grindelwald. No wonder they will become close friends. Mrs. Sprout is really right at all. The real villains often wear the masks of good people.

   "It may be Narcissa paid for the water fee for me. Even the two house elves have to use water. Lucius is not so careful."

  The poisonous Slytherin used "not so careful" to describe Malfoy, and he was as eccentric as Neville said.

   "Honey..." She finally made a little noise, and Snape went stiff and turned his head with a smile, as happy as a child.

   "You call me honey?"

  She called the house elf honey, not the old snot spirit in front of her!

  House elves also have men and women, they will also get married and have children. House elves in a family are often passed on from generation to generation, and she can't figure out why Honey would marry Robbie.

   "I don't regret using that snake egg at all. You were just like a corpse." He sprayed a smoke ring on her face, causing her to cough constantly.

   "We won't live long anyway, how about having fun in time?" He reached out and took out a salamander-shaped ring from his jacket pocket. Its eyes were gray and golden, and it looked very splendid and gorgeous.

"This is a gift he gave me." Severus took it in his hand and played with it, staring at it like a demon and murmured, "He said I can do whatever I want to do. ."

  You don’t need to guess that Snape is talking about Tom. Voldemort is superb in terms of taste. If it weren’t for his excellent magic talent, Pomona even thought his talent was taste.

"I remember Robbie was brought to the greenhouse to practice the Heart Drilling Charm in the greenhouse in the first grade. He was under a lot of attacks at the time, and then he soon recovered. Do you think it is with Gray? Like Burke, it’s his talent."

   "No..." She didn't want to be a test subject.

"Like Neville said, there are many people in this world who need my help. Bella and the others later tortured a lot of people with the drill spell, so they can experiment with them. Draco likes to eat first when he eats. If you leave things you don’t like to eat, Dumbledore likes to leave the best for the end. Before Harry appears, you are Harry. He will not let you act unless you are a last resort, even if the action takes you with you. By my side, he told me later that he raised Harry Potter for so long to let him die. Do you know how hard I was in acting?"

  But your patron saint is Malu, just like Lily’s, and then he believes it!

"The shape of the cloud is controllable, Pomona, isn't this Veeva's strong point?" He put on the ring, and the salamander's eyes flashed a red light, and then he set the quilt on the sleeping beauty. Lifting it open, the palm of the hand is moving along her body, like a snake slowly sticking its tongue forward, looking for the position of the lower mouth. "Defense Against the Dark Arts class? How did he come up with such a funny name? Art is always art, he I will never understand."

   "Stop..."

  "You can save your energy and wait for a while. I don't want to live forever. If you don't live for long, it would be a waste of my remaining life. It's better to use it now."

  A sharp pain came, and the power from the painful place quickly regained her strength.

  "Don't waste your talents, Pomona, you shouldn't just take care of plants." Frankon Barton smiled with his hands behind his back, his manners are perfect, because he is a pure-blooded nobleman.

  In contrast to Neville, her grandmother did not make him personable, and even a villain from a slum was more aristocratic than him.

"Let me see!" She turned her head and looked at her lower back. From the salamander's head, she spit out a scarlet tongue, which pierced her skin directly, followed by a series of golden rune characters injected from under the skin. Her body.

   "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Snape looked at his ring. "Now, turn over and don't waste my life."

  "Do you know why Lily didn't choose you? The Death Eater is the kind of person who wants to be happy for a while! She can't start a family with you, so she dumped you in front of the Gryffindor portrait!"

  Snape froze for a moment, then sneered, looking arrogant and evil. "Hefpuff, you are really stupid."

He threw the heart-hugging teddy bear on the bedside with the hand without the ring to the ground. When it fell to the floor, he let out a "baby chirp", and finally rolled into the Muggle story, which is hidden in the legend. Under the bed of ghosts and fairies.

  (End of this chapter)