Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 80 Fluorescent Flicker

"Ok!"

   Pomona carried the picnic basket back to the greenhouse, and voices came from behind.

  She followed the voice and looked over. It was the Slytherin new student who had just been humiliated in the restaurant. He picked up the rocks on the hillside and threw them to a place, looking like he was venting his anger.

Since someone tortured a house-elf with an unforgivable spell in the greenhouse last semester, few people have come except for class. Pomona thought for a while and walked over with the basket on her back, stopping two or three steps away from him. under.

  "Excuse me, can I sit here?"

  The big-nosed Slytherin looked back at her.

   "I have a picnic here every day. If you haven't eaten, let's eat together."

   "Go elsewhere, don't mess with me." The Slytherin boy was still throwing stones.

   "I have no other place to go." She said pitifully, "I managed to find this place."

   "Do you want me to let you?" The Slytherin freshman sneered, seemingly not paying attention to this fourth-grade senior.

  "Can't you share it?" Pomona raised the picnic basket, "You give me a piece of land, and I will give you food."

  As soon as her voice fell, the other party's stomach screamed.

   "Please." Pomona continued, "I am lonely eating by myself."

   "Then why don't you go to the restaurant?" he said coldly.

   "It's too noisy, I'm not good at dealing with other people."

  Faced with a piece of sponge cake, the boy couldn't harden his heart.

"come on."

   "Thank you." She walked over, sat down on a rock not far from him, took out two large pieces of cookies from the basket, and gave him a piece, "Here you are."

  "Why are you doing this?" The boy didn't answer, as if she felt very difficult to understand.

  "I will always prepare an extra food, maybe I will meet a friend." Seeing that he didn't plan to pick it up, she put the cookie on a clean stone and started to eat on her own.

  She didn't say a word except for the sound of chewing. It felt like she had a hamster.

   "You are a weird person." The Slytherin boy frowned, and the mountain wind blew his greasy hair, looking not beautiful at all.

   "That's why I don't go to the restaurant to eat." Pomona smiled and said, "I don't need to listen to those gossips."

   "You don't know anything." The new student continued to throw the stone out.

   "What's the use of knowing so much? I just need to know what I need to know." Pomona ate chocolate chip cookies with her eyes closed. "This cookie is delicious."

   "What do I want in exchange?" Slytherin asked her, seeming not to believe that there was food in the plot.

   "You can protect me from being bullied by others."

  The Slytherin freshman shook his head with disdain, took the biscuit and ate it.

  "Are you a Muggle?"

   "I am a mixed race." Half of it is human and half is Veeva.

   "Really? Me too." The half-blood said, eating the biscuits.

  The first impression that many Slytherins give to people is that they are not righteous, and the image of this young man is loneliness.

Pomona closed her eyes and thought, Dumbledore wanted to know the true attitude of the new Dark Arts teacher, why did he leave for various reasons when he knew that the teacher who taught in that position would not last more than a year? Still coming to coach, the power of the Dark Lord has risen outside the school, Dumbledore does not allow his minions to enter Hogwarts, and making friends with this lonely Slytherin freshman can learn more.

  "Is this your true intention when you approached me?"

  Pomona jumped by the sound from behind. She turned her head and looked over and found that it was the 40-year-old Slytherin Dean Severus Snape.

  She woke up in a strong guilty conscience, and a beast was pressing on her at the moment. In the dream, he was wearing a black shirt, all buttons were firmly buttoned, and he looked very thin. Now he is wearing nothing, showing strong arms and scars like a collar on her neck. She inexplicably produces a kind of self The illusion of the prey being thrown down by the hound made her whole body tremble.

   "Don't be angry, Severus, please listen to my explanation."

   "Liar!" He said with excitement, as if he had caught another student's mistake and would deduct points for him.

  Pomona has no way of reasoning, because she is indeed a liar. She used a teenager’s loneliness to make friends with him to spy on intelligence. Her motives for approaching him were not pure.

"How could you attack me while I was sleeping?" Pomona couldn't help complaining, as Dumbledore said, she can't use Occlumency when she sleeps, next time she will take advantage of him to sleep Time to use.

"This is what Harry Potter taught me. Like his father, he can only sneak attacks!" He suppressed his anger and trembled all over. "He was brainwashed by the old madman just like you, Lily saved his life to protect him. But he sacrificed himself'bravely' when he lost him. Other than me, have you used your body to obtain information for him?"

"No!"

  There are many beautiful spies in history, and Matahari is the most famous one during World War II.

   "Don't panic to me!" Snape gritted his teeth and said every word.

"I seldom leave Hogwarts. I have done some actions with Dumbledore, you know." She moved cautiously in the shadow he created. The sky was already bright, but the curtains were not fully drawn. You can see the garden full of roses outside. "It’s only you, Severus, if it weren’t for Cedric to inform you that even Dumbledore would not know what I was doing when I was alone with you. He thought we were still and When I was young, I was discussing magic."

  She stretched out her hand to stroke the scar on his body. After leaving her, he seemed to have gone through a lot of battles.

   "He protects me very well, just like my father. He won't let me be that kind of spy."

   "Why did you use it again when it was to me?" Severus's tone became low, as if it came from his nose.

  In fact, she is just like Ron Weasley’s crazy ex-girlfriend, almost voluntarily dedicated, but that girl dedicated to a vain "hero", and she dedicated to a double agent.

   "I don't know, Severus." She tried to push away the hunting dog that licked her neck. Its fur was black and soft, as smooth as the big dog after Sirius Animagus had deformed.

When he focused on one thing, he was silent and looked very serious. She wanted those eyes to see herself, no potions, no Lily, only her, maybe because of Veeva’s instinct, she was hunting this determined one. the man.

   "Tell me what you think now." He gasped.

   "I want to capture you." She also answered as he wished, but he was not satisfied.

   "Am I still that kid to you now?" He moved a little while talking.

  She blushed and shook her head. Of course she knew what he was implying in such close contact. Even Lily's child Harry is married. How could he still be the kid who would be content to give him cookies.

"One day, I will drive that stupid Sirius Black dog out of your mind, Pomona, you can only think of me, he is dead, I am still alive, don’t think about the dead man Up."

  "Will you forget Lily, then? Love Saint!" She felt very angry and wanted to push the beast away to get up.

  He pushed her back into the soft bed all at once.

"Someone told me that there are two things in this world that cannot be shared. One is your heir and the other is the woman you are fooling around. You are mine, Pomona. I will not share you with you. You are not allowed to go to social occasions."

"Oh, the gloomy old bat of Slytherin, who stays in the cellar all day like you, is either boiling potions or chanting spells, who else can be called a friend besides Lucius, I I won’t be as lonely and gregarious as you.” Pomona pushed away the Dean Slytherin who was staring at her with death gazes. Sirius was right. He sometimes looks like a Muggle fairy tale. Evil witch.

   "Why were you absent from the Triwizard Christmas Ball?" He also sat up, looking disappointed.

  "You tried three times and didn't ask me for an appointment. Have you forgotten?"

   Thinking of the pathetic invitation he had tried, Pomona shook her head, not knowing who was more pathetic.

   "If I didn't make an appointment, won't you participate? Dumbledore said all teachers must attend."

"He's right. The question is, do you know how tired it is to set up such a big venue? No one but Felvy helped me. I think I'm like a house elf from Hogwarts!" Mona looked at the old bat again. His power was useless in this respect. Billusius was still useless. At least the platinum nobility’s taste was still very high. "You would never think that Dumbledore would force everyone to go. , And then you can dance with me at the dance party, right?"

The Christmas theme of that year was silver and white. Later, when he returned to the lounge, Hefpaff’s girls described him appearing at the Christmas ball as if a black hole appeared, and his piece of light was sucked in. Up.

   "My God, do you really think that?" Professor Sprout carefully observed the expression of the old Slytherin bat. He grinned at her like a hound, turned and put on his clothes.

  Even the half-giant Hagrid had an appointment that day.

  Pomona looked at his back and shook her head helplessly. No wonder he knocked on her door that night like asking for help.

  If she didn't open the door at that time, then he would be too pitiful.

   "Did I say that you looked handsome that night? Severus."

   "You said it now." There was a smile on his face.

"I heard that Hermione Granger was very beautiful that day, like a prince and a princess with Victor Krum." Although it was the person who set up the venue, Pomona had no fun at all, but this was nothing. Does not affect her imagination.

"I'm looking at Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Their dancing partner dumped them." The old bat smiled maliciously. "Especially Ron Weasley, he put out his grandmother's robes. "

  Does he think it would be better to see others miserable than himself?

   "Why would Hermione not want Victor and be with Ron?" This is what Pomona can't figure out most. "What is her vision? Ron Weasley!"

"Perhaps because she has wiped out the memory of her parents. She can't go back to the Muggle world, and she has no other support." Snape put on his clothes and looked back at her. At this moment, he became a witch magazine again. Go to the love saint who is in love with Lily "Do you want to talk to her?"

   "Of course! Please make arrangements for me as soon as possible!" Pomona jumped up, she didn't want to wait for a moment, she wanted to rescue Hermione from the fire pit.

  It's not because Ron's family is poor, but because the object is Ron Weasley, the recognized loser of the Hefpuff girls. She will not let the tragedy that happened to Lily happen again.

  "When did you know that Neville Longbottom hugged me?" He asked behind her, "How much did you hear me telling you?"

  Lily didn't open the door for him that day, but Pomona opened it to him. He said this was the biggest difference between them.

   "I won't tell you." She pretended to be mysterious and said, "Next time you don't want to sneak attack while I'm asleep."

   "Oh, so we are going to sleep in separate rooms like Lucius and Narcissa?" He began to complain again and again.

   "I can put a spell on the door lock, you can try to crack it." She walked over, stopped his neck and said with a smile, "Untied, the secrets in my mind and I belong to you."

   "You are such an evil witch." Snape curled up a dimple at the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head to kiss her.

   "No, it's a mischievous witch." She escaped the good morning kiss. "Can you tell Professor McGonagall and send a few more house elves over. Honey and Robbie will be too busy."

   "After this kiss." Snape looked at the mixed-blood Veeva in his arms, looking like an ordinary man who was fascinated by her.

   "I closed my eyes, how do you use the psychic mind?" She resisted vigilantly, but the resistance was ineffective. She, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, was kissed by a Death Eater.

  (End of this chapter)