Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1094 Rainbow's Fingerprint

   On the window sill, there is a pot of olfactory phantom grass, which is said to be endangered and almost considered extinct. It is Pomona’s birthday present.

   Seeing it, Pomona remembered that today is June 5th. Although she missed her birthday, she woke up on Draco’s birthday.

  She couldn't find a suitable gift for a while, and when she was combing her hair in the mirror and having a headache about what gift to give to her godson, Severus put a dagger in front of her.

"this is……"

   "Wrap it up." Severus kissed her sideburns. "Take it as a gift from both of us."

Maybe it was really hot. Severus didn’t wear that black coat anymore, only a white shirt, and rolled up his sleeves a bit, which happened to cover the dark mark on his arm. His face left the bedroom with ease.

  Pomona looked at the dagger in front of her. Of course she recognized it. It was dug up from Dobby’s grave.

  Dobby is not like Kliche, he is the house elf of the Malfoy family, but he yearns for freedom. He is not a loyal servant.

  If you have to say that Dobby is effectively loyal, it is Harry Potter.

  Apollo asked the crow to report his wife’s whereabouts, and the crow was late because of laziness. It made up a clumsy lie to cover up his mistake, but it caused a bigger mistake, leading to a tragedy.

  In fact, it only needs to tell the truth, and Apollo will forgive it if he is not sure. As a result, a lie not only caused Kurunis to die, but also caused it to take its own life.

Harry was very sad about Dobby’s death, but Draco was not sure. From Draco’s point of view, a traitor was dealt with by Aunt Bella. He might still think that it ended up like Dobby’s self. Found.

   "Why did you put the crow seat in the maze? Hagrid?" Pomona murmured.

   Even if it is not considered the constellation chaos of the 16th century, there are so many choices in the 88 constellations of Zhou Tian, ​​but he chose the unpopular constellation of Corvus.

   "Maybe to prove that I have unique vision." A voice sounded behind her.

  Pomona turned her head and looked over. The handsome Tom Riddle was sitting on the low stool beside the bed.

   "You..." She stood up in shock.

   "Please sit down." He said gracefully and restrained, "You don't need to be nervous."

  Pomona found the red-eyed crow at the top of the closet, so she sat down slowly with the back of the chair.

   "I shouldn't have gone into your bedroom, but I don't think we should go to the living room to chat. Draco and Severus don't welcome me that much."

   "What do you want to talk about?" Pomona asked.

   "What do you think of that bottle of wine?" Voldemort looked at the bottle of elderflower wine on the bedside and said, "I heard it is very sweet, like a sweet but not greasy liquid snack."

   "Ron Weasley was almost poisoned by mead." Pomona trembled and said, "What did you put in the wine?"

  Voldemort did not speak.

   "I have never used poison to kill people." After a long time Voldemort said, "Albus Dumbledore included. Isn't he still alive after drinking the potion in the pool?"

   "What is the potion?"

"Despair can make people give up resistance, so that the corpse can drag the person who intends to take the Horcrux into the water." Voldemort looked at the maze outside the window and sighed silently. "Compared with the maze created by Monganez. It's still too much."

  Ron likes to brag, hoping that he can become a hero in the eyes of everyone and be admired, but under the brilliance of the school bully Hermione and the savior Porter, he becomes very inconspicuous, like a donkey hunting together with a lion.

  It is not so easy to live under the reputation of others. We are the same composition as the world around us, so it is easy to be influenced. Ron was originally an ordinary person. He was alive happily. Who wouldn't want the loving family like the Weasleys?

  But not everyone can love their family as a matter of course and sacrifice themselves for them, so they can’t understand Albus’s complex feelings that they don’t want others to experience the pain of losing their family members because of the war.

   "How about sun exposure?" Voldemort suddenly said, "I heard that more sun exposure helps calcium absorption."

   "What?" Pomona asked in confusion.

"Women will continue to break down food during pregnancy, and use the atoms in these foods to make a baby." Voldemort said softly. I don’t have enough atoms to absorb, so I can only decompose the elements in my body. To replenish calcium, I need to bask in the sun. Only in this way can I produce the necessary vitamin D. So go bask in the sun.”

   "Do you think you were born because you absorbed your mother's life?" Pomona asked.

   "This is instinct." Voldemort said, "I know how to **** that energy from someone else. I knew it before I was born."

   "I didn't expect you to go to Muggle lessons." Pomona changed the subject, the original topic was too suffocating.

"Regarding transformation, wizards have stopped studying, but Muggles are still continuing. Now wizards, especially those from Muggles, have brought Muggle thinking and habits into the wizarding world." Voldemort said coldly. I don't need them, what I need is someone like you..."

   "I won't join you, Tom." Pomona interrupted his solicitation. "If I join the Death Eaters, it means betrayal."

   "Who are you betraying?"

   "I don't know, I won't be the second Buddy Crouch." She said exhaustedly.

   "Deep down, you know I'm right." Voldemort smiled. "It is not that human beings cannot accept discrimination, but it is themselves who oppose discrimination."

   "Is that what you said?" Pomona asked.

"Sorry, that’s what you said. What I said is that there are two kinds of people in the world. One is people who don’t know how to gain power, and the other is people who know what they want and strive to fight for. I Mother is the former, so she was eliminated."

   "Do you still think so?" Pomona asked, and then she found that she was brought back to the original topic.

"Each metal burns to produce a specific spectrum. Magnesium is white and sodium is yellow. By observing these spectra, you can analyze the composition of stars." Voldemort raised his Slytherin locket in depression. "Why did it at that time? Can people not have a desire for gold?"

  Gold can also be burned, although in common sense, gold will only melt when encountering fire, and gold jewelry can be made with molten gold.

  In extremely high temperatures, such as when a supernova explodes, it will burn, and the light emitted is pale yellow, not much different from the light of a candle.

   "My mother said that she wants me to look like my father." Voldemort hid the locket in his hands. "What kind of person do you want me to become?"

   "I hope you can become a Ravenclaw." Pomona said without hesitation, "learned, wise, and able to guide the lost person in the right direction."

"Maybe my possession of the crow made you misunderstand something. It's not that the hat assigned me to Slytherin. I am honored to be a Slytherin." Voldemort stood up slowly, "You Why don't you want me to be Hefpaff?"

   "That means you have to be a tolerant person." Pomona said helplessly, "You can't do it, Tom."

"That's not necessarily." Voldemort walked to the dressing table and put the locket on the table. "Severus won't let you take it, so please give it to Astonia. This jewelry should Leave it to a beautiful person for safekeeping."

   "Can't Bella wear it?" Pomona asked.

  Voldemort looked at the locket.

   "Do as I said." He said in a commanding tone, and immediately after the crow on the closet began to flap its wings, the handsome demon disappeared as it flew out of the window.

  Pomona looked at the locket on the table, with the tip of Bella's dagger facing it.

  They are intertwined to form weird fluctuations, which is extremely uncomfortable.

  She hid the locket in a flannel pocket.

  As for the dangerous dagger, of course it can’t be tied with a pink bow like a candy. As for what kind of packaging to use, it is really troublesome.

  (End of this chapter)