Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 91 Healing

  I feel lonely in a noisy environment. I am afraid that only one person knows that it is the cold feeling that lingers in Pomona's heart.

"Think about Lily, Severus." Dumbledore's voice sounded behind him. "She doesn't want to die so young. I don't want you to kill, but to know where they are going to kill and stop them. More innocent people like Lily do the right thing because it is right."

  "When can I quit?" Severus asked, his attitude at least not as tough as before.

   "Anytime." Dumbledore said with a smile, but Pomona believed that he was perfunctory and fools would believe him.

   "Godmother?" Seeing that she was distracted, Draco quickly woke her up.

  At this time, they left the sanatorium and were on the way to the tea room on the sixth floor of the main building.

  St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries was once an old-fashioned red-brick department store. Muggles can only see the “Closed for renovation” sign on the door and cannot enter. As long as the wizard explains the cause of an ugly doll in front of the window, he can enter through a broken window, and then he can see the six-story hospital with noisy human voices and all kinds of patients suffering from strange magical injuries.

The first floor is the Waiting Room and Utensil Accident Department, and the second floor is the Biological Injury Department. Arthur Weasley was once bitten by Nagini and was dying. The intern Augustus Pye tried to use Muggle’s The way to help Arthur meet the wound, the scar on Snape's neck is not as hideous as Arthur's looks, and even Nagini's tooth print can be seen.

   "I remember the godfather used anti-curse when he saved me, how do you use Baixian?"

"Because I think a man has a scar on his body, my dear." Pomona said in Narcissa's tone. "After the Battle of Hogwarts, if we have enough doctors, so many people will not die. This battle Both sides are armed with heavy casualties, and other races are ready to move. Even if you don't go to the battlefield and directly participate in the battle, you should treat others. If you can't even do this, what do you think you can do?"

  Draco looked at his scarred hands after treatment with Baixian, and his footsteps became lighter.

  Maybe, she should find time to ask how to treat snake bites.

  When she passed the second floor, she paid special attention to the name of the consulting room, and then went to the third floor with Draco.

   "Cough cough cough cough."

The third floor is the Bizarre Infection Department. Those patients who had dragon pox looked shuddering. Draco looked at them with disgust. Think of the appearance of Malfoy with acne. Everyone hopes he can stay away from this place. .

  On the fourth floor is the Department of Potions and Plant Poisoning. Theodore Norton was doing an internship here. When he passed Draco, he slapped the palm, as if he was back at school.

The fifth floor is the Cursed Harm Division, where the vain Lockhart lives here. He is the type of man Pomona hates the most. A liar. Severus also likes to lie, but he is different from Lockhart. He Will not show eight front teeth everywhere to encourage girls to send him love letters.

  Pomona couldn’t figure out why Snape would agree to rush Lockhart’s duel invitation, but she seemed relieved and fulfilled seeing Lockhart being knocked into the air by the "weapon except you". With the same disarming spell, Harry could only attack the opponent’s hand, at most the strength of a punch, but Snape made an adult fly so far, like being hit by a rushing bull. His curse is very powerful, and Dean Slytherin is no longer what he used to be.

From being weak at the beginning, he gradually came to be on the same level with her, and now far surpasses her. He has grown very fast. As far as she knows, human beings are not all trying to become stronger in this way. There are many people who are content with the status quo, Loha. The specially edited story also deceives the housewife, and anyone with a little common sense can see the problem.

  The magic world is weakened. This is a very dangerous signal. The continuous wars and the perfunctory work of the black magic art class have made the talents withered, and now I don’t know if it is too late to train.

   "Why don't we take the elevator?" Draco asked.

   "Because I want to walk." Pomona said blankly, no one would dare to approach even a beauty like a stranger, and then they found Narcissa who was clearing the table on the sixth floor.

  She is adapting to the new environment and has a smile on her face. She is no longer the kind of person who covers her face with a handkerchief over her nose.

  She lived freely and happily, provided that all the tea room employees knew that she was Mrs. Malfoy, she was not given any dirty work, and she was still protected.

   "Cici!"

  When someone called herself, Narcissa was surprised.

"How did you come?"

   "Can you arrange a separate room for me and Draco?" Pomona pointed to the little dragon who looked a little unhappy.

   "No problem, it's past dinner anyway." Narcissa looked up and down Pomona.

"what's happenin?"

  "From noon to afternoon? It's incredible." Narcissa said inexplicably, and then led the two into a small private room located in the corner, with soft sofas and pillows, which gave a homely warmth.

   "Take it, let me know if you have anything to do."

   "Okay, Cici." After she closed the door, Pomona pointed to the place opposite her and said blankly, "Sit down, Draco."

  Draco Malfoy sat down.

  "Every student at Hogwarts has an employment consultation. Although you have graduated, I still have to ask you about your future plans. Do you plan to stay in the UK?"

  "Do I have another choice?" Draco looked impatient, after all, where does Malfoy need to consider the issue of "employment".

"Of course, you can go to France or even Scandinavia. When the domestic situation becomes unmanageable, you have to be prepared to take your mother out of the UK. Do you think about which country you will settle in in the future? ?"

   "Is it that bad?" Draco didn't seem too surprised, but fortunately he still had the most basic political sense.

"There are many nobles in Slytherin. They not only have rich wealth, but also many secrets that are not to the outside world. The Ministry of Magic is very interested in the wolf poison potion invented by your godfather, and once wanted to win him over with a high-ranking official. There are many more magical formulas than it, let alone spells, magic tools and so on. Now they want to take away everything that originally belonged to Slytherin, because they are the winner. Think about your father if his property is confiscated. You can’t continue to live this kind of leisurely life in St. Mungo. You have to make money on your own, or your mother will clean up the table and feed you like a real waiter. Do you want to be such a loser?"

  Draco was very unhappy, but didn't say a word. He began to have a melancholy temperament, his brows were frowned, and he didn't have the arrogant appearance he had before.

   "Sorry, Draco, I hope you will always be a child." Pomona felt very sad.

"Didn't you say that we are here to play the game? Why are you making that stupid expression." Draco put his legs on the sofa and leaned against the cushions, as if he were the owner of this private room." Tell me quickly How do I play this game."

  "Is this your attitude to your godmother?"

   "You look like my sister, I wouldn't call you that in public." Draco didn't know what he was thinking, and looked regretful.

  "Are you worried about Zabini's leak?"

"How did you know?"

"Next time you meet him, you will say that it is a joke, saying that I am a stupid girl who has a crush on your godfather and went crazy." Pomona smiled happily. "Oh, love Saint Snape, that horse The unicorn can rest."

  After all, it has been kicking Severus in the head for twenty years.

   "You are really mean, Pomona."

"Christine, the name Pomona reminds a lot of things. I am your cousin from France. I said the same in front of Dean Thomas." Pomona put her hands on the table and said with interest. "These are the rules of the game. Hidden secrets. Have you ever practiced Occlumency, Draco?"

  (End of this chapter)