Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1046

   "Borrowed, borrowed!"

  Harry doesn’t usually go to St. Mungo very much. The last time he came with Ron and Hermione, he still visited Rohart.

As a well-known person, Harry’s face is recognized by many people. When he appeared in a hospital where people came and went, he caused a lot of commotion. Both patients and family members were whispering, seeming to discuss why he came to the hospital. .

  Harry has always disliked this kind of attention, he even wanted to put on a mask to hide his face, but now he is not worried about it.

Ron was bitten by a swamp digger with black magic. He might bleed as much as Nagini's wound, and even other problems. The point is that he doesn't even know where Ron was sent. , Can only go around in the hospital.

   "Please wait, there was a patient just now..." Harry casually stopped a therapist in a green robe. He was about to ask a question, only to find that it was Draco Malfoy.

   "Patient? Who is sick in your family?" Draco said with a gleeful smile.

   "I'm looking for Ron, do you know where he is?" Harry asked directly without any scruples.

   "Ron Weasley, what happened to him this time? Did he break his wand and slug again?"

   "He was bitten by a magical creature, similar to Nagini's bite."

  The smile on Draco's face disappeared.

"Come with me." Draco said to Harry, instead of taking the elevator, he took him through the staff stairs and soon came to the "Dangerous" Day Llewellyn ward of the Biological Injury Department on the second floor .

  Hermione saw Harry coming, and immediately rushed to hug him, and then wept loudly.

   "Not so exaggerated, Granger." Draco said with a look of disgust, "Doctor Hiberkrat Smesyk will heal him."

   "Hibbkrat? He was the doctor who treated Arthur for the bite!" Harry said to Hermione.

  Hermione nodded while crying, "I know, they found the cure for Nagini's bite."

   "So what else is there to cry?" Draco said impatiently.

"Ron's situation is more complicated than that of him. There is still an unknown substance in the saliva of the swamp digger, which caused him to hallucinate, which may cause damage to his nerves and brain. Have you caught the swamp digger? Ha? Profit."

   "No." Harry said with a guilty heart, "The situation was a bit urgent..."

   "I want to go outside." Draco pushed the two people with a bad temper, drove them out of the ward, and then slammed the door shut in front of them.

  This may have made Hermione a little more sober, she stopped crying.

   "I heard old Malfoy say that Draco is not in the country now." Hermione stared at the door. "Why is he lying?"

   "I heard that their father and son seem to be at odds." Harry said, "Draco is not living in Malfoy Manor right now."

"How did you know?"

   "I'm the Auror." Harry smiled confidently. "The Malfoys are still the number one suspect."

  "In other words, the old Malfoy hopes that Draco can leave the UK. The situation is so bad now?"

   Harry thought for a while, and told Hermione what he had just seen in the death swamp.

   "My God." Hermione still said in Muggle habits, "That swamp is so dangerous?"

   "Last time Ron came back safe and sound, it was lucky, of course, this time too." Harry quickly remedied.

  "Do you want to notify the Auror?" Hermione asked.

   "I'm worried that doing so will make them divide their forces. That swamp is not small."

   "But if you don't say it, Voldemort's men may sneak attack on the Auror, so everyone's situation will be more dangerous." Hermione said calmly, "You should tell Calvin."

  “Don’t forget, I am the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, and it is me who decides in the end.”

  "Then you should tell Kingsley, anyway, you can't carry it alone. Don't be like you were in fifth grade, Harry."

   "I know what I'm doing, Hermione."

   "If you know what you are doing, then you shouldn't be here now." Hermione copied her hands. "I will be here with Ron. I will notify Molly and Arthur when things get better."

   "What if the situation doesn't get better then?"

   "You said, Ron will be lucky." Hermione smiled and said, "Everything will be fine."

  Harry stared at Hermione and smiled after a long time.

   "Take care, Hermione." Harry patted her shoulder.

   "The same with you." Hermione said calmly, and swept the wand against Harry's robe in a whirlwind. The mud and blood on it disappeared, and it was as clean as the new robe.

   "You didn't break your glasses this time." Hermione retracted her wand. "Be careful, Harry."

  Harry nodded towards Hermione, turned and left the ward, but when he reached the stairway on the second floor, a man stopped him.

  "Hello, Mr. Harry Potter, I am a reporter for the Daily Prophet, Chris Miller, can I interview you?"

  Although the opponent is not Rita Kist, Harry still feels bored, and he hastened his pace to get rid of the reporter.

  "Can you tell me, why did you come to Saint Mungo?" The other party asked reluctantly.

   "No comment." Harry said, striding towards the embarrassed Blaise Zabini.

"Let's go back to the Ministry of Magic." He said as soon as he met Blaise, and then the apparition shifted together, and the reporter took advantage of this opportunity to press the shutter, and the strong light from the flash caused the surrounding patients to exclaim. , And then he walked to the second floor.

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   "Why didn't you leave?"

  After "training" Felix, Pomona returned to the living room of the manor. The husband who said yesterday that she would return to England was sitting comfortably on the sofa and reading.

  Severus put down the big toe in her hand and waved at her. She ran over immediately, sat on his lap without hesitation, and then put her head on his shoulder.

   "I don't want to go." He put his hands around her waist and his chin against the top of her head. "I went back because of Draco."

   "Without you, what if the action fails?"

   "That has nothing to do with me." Severus said lazily, "The plan is already done. Whether it can succeed depends on the arrangement of fate. I can't do everything by myself. Besides, I sometimes mess up."

  She closed her eyes, smelled the scent of shower gel on his body, and felt relieved all over.

  The irritable mood that made her in the ballroom just disappeared, and she felt extremely sleepy listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

   "What did you do just now?"

  "Train Felix."

  "Train the silent?" He was surprised and asked, "How to train?"

  "Start from the most basic and run."

  The kid who declared that he would drink Coke for breakfast is now lying in the hall panting. This is a good example, and he got up for a run early in the morning.

  Severus shook his head, "Naughty ghost."

   "I don't know what happened to me just now?" She stroked the thick muscles under his stiff coat "It became cruel and harsh."

  "Don't you like Nietzsche?" He stroked her lower back and said, "The faster a woman forgets how to be charming, the faster she learns to hate others."

   "I don't like the skirt on my body." She muttered coquettishly, although it was pretty.

   "Then what do you like?"

   "What do you like?"

  Severus began to think about it.

  Pomona indulged him, let him slowly fantasize, and also took this opportunity to secretly kiss his chin.

  It's just that when she saw the scar left by Nagini on his neck, she was still a little sad. Now everything she experienced was a dream or an illusion in her mind.

  She wanted to make sure that he was alive, so she started to become irregular.

   "What are you doing?" Because it was very close, his voice came through the chest, and she could even hear his heartbeat gradually accelerating.

   "Give it sweets, or you will trick or treat." She whispered and untied his belt.

   "You're starting to be naughty again." He looked at her with those jet-black and apathetic eyes, which seemed to **** light away, nothing could reflect.

   "Are you going to punish me? Professor?"

  The metal buckle hit with a crisp sound, which was the only sound in the study except the sound of rain, and his breathing became heavy.

  Sometimes, if you can’t think of an answer, just follow your feelings. After all, I feel that this thing can be trained.

  Like Muggle football, knowing how to kick a curve ball is a theory, and it is often a momentary thing to really kick a curve ball like Beckham.

  It has become a memory of the body, so it can be done in one go, but whether the ball can be scored is also affected by other factors, such as the friction generated by the grass.

  In short, the moment the kick goes up, the player has a feeling, and this feeling is similar to what a woman says.

  It feels wrong, I’m afraid I won’t get the ball, oh, it’s terrible.

  But sometimes it’s a horrible feeling that miracles happen, and that ball just happened to be scored.

  Why is the game so exciting?

  She personally feels that it is not watching the players show off their skills and the process of watching the strong team bullying the weak team, but at those moments of resurrection, it is like magic, really amazing.

  (End of this chapter)