Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1101 Drunk

   Seeing those face masks on the wall up close, even if they were prepared for it, they still looked terrifying.

  Pomona looked at the faces of the men and women, and touched her own, feeling that the goose bumps all over her body were standing up.

  Only the footsteps of a few people can be heard in the long and narrow corridor. Even if they know that the monsters on this level have been wiped out, they still dare not relax.

  Luxury-loving Louis XIV made the French aristocracy collectively degenerate, although the reason for doing so was to make the aristocrats busy to please him, instead of focusing on training soldiers in his own territory, so as to launch a rebellion against him in the future.

  The group of French soldiers in the Spanish Throne War went to Italy to be conquerors, and they themselves did not expect that getting lost would cause the ending like this.

  There is no Muggle expulsion spell in this maze, which means that Muggles can also try to crack.

  From her face, there is no difference between Muggles and wizards. Pomona thought she was going to have an intrigue with Nadia Vasika, but she started to break through the barriers inexplicably.

  Of course Voldemort is not afraid. Even if he fails this time, he can find someone to try again. Others have only one life, and they face an exam that cannot be failed.

  Otherwise, the end will be the same as those on the wall.

   "Can we go now?" Pomona asked, "That monster is dead."

  No one paid any attention to her, it seemed that they were all determined to find out.

   "Too reckless!"

   "Don't complain endlessly." Severus said coldly.

  She squinted at him.

  He has a very bad attitude towards her now, worse than ordinary girls. Really the love is gone, even friends can't do it.

   "This is not a complaint, but a reminder." She also said indifferently.

  He once reminded her, “It’s too late to go now,” but she didn’t listen to her advice.

  So, it’s too late to leave now.

  There is nothing scary about the first level of the maze. After all, the biggest danger has been eliminated. They easily came to the second level entrance located in the northern part of the maze.

  Rohart once said a wise word: To fame and fortune, you must be prepared to do long-term hard work.

  Although he was stupid, he brought a hint of happiness to the magic school that was panicked because of the basilisk crisis.

  The basilisk’s dwelling is always damp, the Slytherin’s secret room is very damp, and so is the second floor of the maze.

  When the dark curtain floated, the light was obviously dimmed, as if they were on the bottom of the sea.

   "Lumos." Felix actually flickered with fluorescence.

  But Harry knew how to use this spell when he was about his age, and Pomona didn't feel much surprised.

  She also used a magic wand to cast a fluorescent flash.

  The water in the water channel may have a thick green color because of its lack of circulation, and there are many floating objects on it, which looks very dirty.

  There is no basilisk shed skin on the ground, perhaps because they were taken away by the “servant”.

   "Guru." A small bubble emerged from the bottom of the water, which looked like it was a breeding ground for biogas.

  Voldemort began to speak snakelike voice at the bubble.

   "What should I do now?" Lyle asked desperately.

   "Wait." Pomona handed him the mirror.

   "What is this for?" Lyle asked.

   "As long as you don't look directly into the eyes of the basilisk, use a mirror, or anything else, you can use the resurrection decoction to revive it."

  Pomona posted the mirrors one by one, and it was Severus's turn for the last one, and he didn't answer at all.

   "You are a wise man." Pomona said blankly, "You know how to do it right."

  He ignored her at all and walked behind Voldemort.

   "I don't know good or bad." She complained and put the mirror in the flannel bag.

  It didn’t take long for the bubbles in the water channel to increase, and slowly, a dark shadow could be seen at the bottom of the water.

   "Close your eyes!" Voldemort said suddenly.

  Everyone did it immediately, and then everyone heard the sound of splashing water, and an unpleasant smell of water, and there was a sound of snakes on the opposite side.

   "This is Saturn, Hagrid's basilisk." Voldemort said with a weird smile, "Maybe he is not the murderer of the Vault, but he does raise a basilisk."

  Pomona suddenly felt that it was a foolish idea to look at each other's back while holding the mirror.

   There was another snake-like voice on the other side.

   "Saturn said it was responsible for guarding the second and third floors." Voldemort said, "It has been imprisoned in this place for hundreds of years. If we can take it away, it will not embarrass us."

   "Take a basilisk away?" Pomona exclaimed.

   "What are you afraid of? Other people are also worried about." Severus said.

  She is in a bad mood.

   "But... how do we take it away?" Felix asked.

   "Use your wand, I remember it was made of hazel, and you can use it to find underground water." Voldemort said again.

   "He reached an agreement with the basilisk so soon?" Pomona asked Lehrmeyer again.

  He hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

  Pomona was so bored that she was going to faint.

  Saturn did not do his best to be the duty of a beast that guards the treasure, let them go, and they followed the path that they had explored in the maze on the ground and came under the "magic circle".

  When I got here, I continued to fly in.

  Felix flew in by himself. His power was destined to be unable to fly on behalf of others, so Severus took the responsibility of flying Lyle, Kliche, and Pomona with him.

  He chose Lyle the drunkard first, then Kliche, and finally Pomona.

  After her legs landed, there was a beautiful sound of music in the maze. The sound was so beautiful, like the singing of a mermaid.

   "We seem to have joined the Triwizard Tournament." She whispered.

The task in the Black Lake is to find the person who is most important to her. Pomona feels that Hermione is just a number for Victor. After all, the organizer can’t invite Victor’s parents and grandma to Hogg. Woz, also sinking them into the black lake in the cold spring.

   Covered her eyes with one hand.

   "Guess who I am?" Sirius' voice rang in her ears.

   "Bigfoot?" Pomona said in surprise.

"Bingo!" Sirius yelled. As he put his hands down, James, Remus, and Albus all appeared, as well as Lily when she was a child. She still looked cute, but she was lonely because of her. no friend.

   "Where did that Slytherin boy with big nose go?" Pomona asked Sirius.

  "Maybe I joined that Slytherin club activity again." Sirius said indifferently.

  "Stop! Don't run!" Filch's grumpy voice, as well as Mrs. Lorris's weird cry, sounded from the corner of the corridor.

   "Run!" Sirius said, taking Pomona's hand.

  It's like they're still at Hogwarts.

   "Invisible cloak! Invisible cloak!" she yelled.

   "Filch can't see, Mrs. Lorris can see!" Sirius yelled, "Run, don't let them overtake you!"

  She felt strange, isn’t Mrs. Lorris only having one?

  When she looked back, at least ten "Mrs. Lorris" followed.

  They have blood-red eyes open, and they are not letting go.

  She suddenly broke free of Sirius's hand.

"go!"

  She told them that she took the seeds out of her pockets and used the growth curse to make them germinate and grow quickly.

  Moguinet quickly spread everywhere.

  They stretch out the vines to trap the "Mrs. Lorris". These plants can trap even giants, not to mention eagles, provided that they will not shoot people with poisonous feathers.

  She lowered her head and looked at her thigh.

  There was a copper feather stuck there, and Mrs. Lorris was gone, replaced by a group of bronze strange birds struggling in the devil's net.

  This is her first adventure, and the result seems to end in failure.

  She fell to the ground, feeling the venom spread rapidly in her body.

   "Drink it." The big-nosed Slytherin threw a potion to her.

  Pomona did not answer.

  She lay on the ground, quietly waiting for death to come.

  In fact, she had died a year ago, and the only thing left in the world is a phantom, she should go.

  After all, there is no one who she cares about, and is still attached to her to leave.

"Do not."

  The man who was holding the magic wand and blasting the strange bird into pieces noticed her abnormality. He picked her up and poured the antidote into her mouth.

  But she just gritted her teeth and stopped drinking.

   "What do you want?" He glared at her.

   "I want you to regret it!" she said in a hoarse voice like a viper.

  Otherwise, the woman is stupid and hopes that his death will make him regret.

  He has a new lover, so he doesn't care about the old love at all, and her death will not cause him any harm.

   "That's revenge? Because I did the same thing?" Severus asked.

  He also opened his collar, revealing the scar on his neck.

   "You crazy person." Pomona whispered.

   "And you are a crazy woman." He replied not to be outdone, "Why are you telling others that you want to divorce?"

   "Who did I tell?"

   "A Muggle woman."

   Pomona recalled that she had never told Fiona what she thought.

  She thought hard, and finally remembered Piazza San Marco in Venice. At that time, she was in the room of Yuki Nakamura, and the two of them drank a lot of strawberry-flavored cocktails.

   "I was drunk." She said laboriously.

   "Drunk talk is not necessarily nonsense, it may be the truth." Severus stared into her eyes and said, "You're tired, aren't you?"

   "What do you want to find in my eyes?"

   "The desire to live." Severus said, "What do you want?"

"Want nothing at all."

   "That's why I hate you sages. See what Dumbledore did to you?"

  He brushed his hand across her face.

   "He hid such a beautiful treasure in the mud, violent old things."

   "He doesn't like women again..."

   "So he doesn't allow other men to like you?" Severus whispered, "Or the students he likes are allowed to approach you, not what he hates."

   "If you don't give her medicine anymore, she will die!" Voldemort roared from the side, "Hurry up!"

   "I didn't kill Sirius Black, although I really wanted to do it." He stared into her eyes and said, "If the white wizard hadn't stopped him, I would have killed him."

   "How did you know what I told Muggles?"

   "Drink it, or you won't have the strength to live and listen to what I'm about to say."

  She glared at him.

  But she finally drank the powerful antidote.

   "It's better?" he said coldly.

  She did not answer.

  "You think that the world of that female Muggle is very far away from me, so I told her what you really think. Then you want to know why I know?" He asked again.

  Pomona nodded.

"She was studying for a Master of Medicine in Padua, and Draco was there." He put the rest of the antidote back into the deformed lizard skin pocket. "He finally listened to the Ravenclaw girl and went to class there. Up."

   "Draco?" she said in surprise.

  Severus ignored her and turned to join the battle.

   "It looks like you are in serious trouble." Sirius said leisurely from the side.

   "Shut up!" She said to her hallucinations, "That whistleblower snake."

   "The partition wall has ears." Fred leaned on Sirius's shoulder, holding the telescopic ears in his hands and dangling. "I told you not to talk nonsense. Why don't you remember?"

   "When did you tell me?"

  The hateful kid took the magic firework and set it off with a crackle.

  The sound of explosions and brilliant fireworks obscured the sea-mon’s singing, causing those copper birds and monsters to fly to the side while shouting.

   "Go!" Voldemort gave an order, and everyone started to run.

  Pomona looked back at Lyle Mayer. He was close to everyone, and he performed fairly well for a person his age, so she left him alone.

  The next second, she was pulled by Severus's wrist and stumbled.

  He still looks angry, but he doesn't deliberately keep his distance as before.

  Fighting seems to be good for venting negative emotions, anyway, as long as the object is not directed at her.

  As for who provokes him, who admits that she is unlucky, she is currently unable to protect herself, and later she will have to figure out how to explain her drunkenness to him.

  (End of this chapter)