Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1133 New Prophecy

  Honey Duke has produced a new candy, an edible feather pen.

  It is made of white chocolate, which can solve the small trouble of some people who encounter problems and habitually bite the pen.

   has arrived at Hogsmeade, of course Pomona has to "replenish" some stocks. Fortunately, many little wizards were not in the mood to hang out in Hogsmeade during the exam week, so she came out very easily.

  Severus was waiting for her outside the door, maybe he went to the Owl Post Office while she was shopping, and his black robe was stained with owl feathers.

   But considering that the post office is opposite the Honey Duke, maybe a certain owl who loves to shed hair accidentally stuck to him.

   "What are you looking at?" Pomona followed his gaze. There were not a few little wizards on the street, mostly adult wizards, unless Harry Potter lent the invisibility cloak to someone else.

   "Sybil Trelawney." Severus stared at the back of a woman who was walking and said, "She looked very upset just now, as if she wanted to drink her sorrow."

Sybil went in the direction of the three broomsticks. Considering that Aberfors has lent the pig's head bar to Ernie McMillan as a classroom for teaching and guarding the gods, Sybil may only have three broomsticks if he wants to get drunk. chosen.

  "Should we follow her?" Pomona asked.

   "Are you in a hurry?" Severus asked.

  She thought about it, but in fact she was completely blank in her mind without thinking about anything.

   “It’s a bit hot to drink butterbeer in summer, but some sherry is actually very good.” Pomona said.

  So they took a turn halfway and walked towards the three broomsticks.

  When they walked into the three broomsticks, Sybil was already sitting at the bar, and Mrs. Rosmerta was placing a glass of cherry juice with a small umbrella and ice cubes in front of her.

  "I want wine." Sybil said angrily, "Wine! Do you know what wine is?"

   "You are drunk, professor." Mrs. Rosmerta said, "and it's still daytime."

   "Who cares? Anyway, I am a useless person." Sybil trembling lips, as if to cry, "Everyone feels that there is no need to set up a divination exam in the owls exam."

  Pomona raised her eyebrows.

  Because of the gold fee, Albus had planned to cancel the divination class. Sybil’s grandmother, Patricia Trelawney, did not inherit the talent of the Prophet, she was just a liar.

But Patricia did predict one thing accurately, that is, Sybil's father will marry a Muggle woman in the future. They met while reading palmistry. After marriage, they still live a wandering life without a home. , Of course, there is no inheritance for her to inherit, and Sybil is homeless after leaving Hogwarts.

   Sybil once had a marriage, but because she could not accept the change of her husband’s surname, "Higgbottom", it ended hastily.

  Compared with the marriage that ended before it started, what made Sybil feel more depressed is the contempt of her. Minerva will do manicures for all female teachers at Hogwarts, but it doesn't mean that she and Sybil get along very happily.

  Minerva does not really take Sybil’s predictions seriously. Every year Sybil predicts that a student will die, but no one really dies.

Sybil actually wanted to gain the respect and recognition of others. However, Panic didn’t improve the situation, but made it worse. She seldom went to the auditorium downstairs to dine with everyone, but asked the house elves to deliver the food there. Upstairs in the sultry tower.

  Being used by others makes people feel very unpleasant, but what makes people feel even more unpleasant is that oneself is "idle" and seems useless.

  It didn't take long for Mrs. Rosmerta to be called away by other guests, leaving Sybil alone, her shoulders twitched, and she seemed to be crying.

   "Don't you like divination? Why can't you get along with her?" Severus asked.

   "She is Ravenclaw." Pomona turned her gaze to him "Will you be friends with a Gryffindor boy?"

   Dean Slytherin immediately showed an expression as if he drank a pint of raw bone water.

  Pomona found a place to sit down. In fact, she was still very jealous of Trelawney. At any rate, Sybil had several students from the outer courtyard admiring her, and Pomona had no admirers other than the students of the college.

   "She looks very upset, how about we give her a present?" Severus sat down beside her.

  "Gift?"

   "That astrological board."

  "Do you dislike that thing that much? At least study it for a while!"

  Severus shook his head, "I want to experiment with it to make a fire, will it be better than ordinary fuel."

  In fact, Pomona can't stand the astrological board either. Sybil is very lonely. Maybe they will become good "friends".

   "Take it out." Pomona said.

  Severus took out the poor astrological board from the deformed lizard skin pocket.

  In addition to the astrolabe, it also has a relief of Medusa's head. Now its mouth is sealed with some kind of gum. "Medusa" is looking at Severus with horror.

  If it can run with long legs, it must run far away at this moment. Pomona looked back at Sybil, thinking about what excuse she would use to send it out.

   "What would you like to drink?" Mrs. Rosmerta came over at this moment.

   "Come on some sherry." Pomona said in a sweet voice, to prevent her from recognizing her voice.

  Mrs. Rosmerta quickly left. When Pomona looked at the bar, she found Sybil was looking at this side, and then she came uninvited and sat beside Pomona.

   "Do you want to see palmistry? My dear." Sybil said with a crazy smile, "I'm the great-great-grandson of the Prophet Cassandra, I'm very accurate."

   "No." Pomona retracted her hand subconsciously.

  She didn’t want to be predicted by Sybil Trelawney when she would die.

   "I heard that a horseman at Hogwarts is also teaching divination. Will your courses conflict?" Severus asked.

  Professor Snape’s voice is very special. I don’t know what method he used to make his voice less deep, but Sybil looked at him in a daze.

   "I'm sorry." Sybil narrowed his eyes and looked at Severus through glasses as thick as a wine bottle. "Where did I meet you?"

  "This is my first time in the UK. You have admitted the wrong person." Severus said calmly.

  It just so happened that Mrs. Rosmerta came over, and she looked at Pomona and Severus while drinking, as if she wanted to remember their looks.

  "Do you know what this thing is for?" Pomona put the astrological board on the table in front of Sybil "It seems to be broken."

  "You should clean up the glue that seals its mouth." Sybil said.

   "No, I did it." Pomona said embarrassedly, "because it keeps talking."

   "It's really pathetic." Sybil said sympathetically, "You are obviously just a plank, but you are trying to guide the destiny of mankind."

   "That should be an alchemy item." Severus said, "You can try it."

   Sybil took out his magic wand.

  It is the same as Felix’s wand, using hazel wood, but Sybil’s wand is a unicorn core.

  With a finger of her magic wand, the glue on the Medusa relief was gone, and it took a few breaths like a real person.

   "Thanks...thanks," Medusa said intermittently.

   "You're welcome." Sybil said, "You can divination too?"

   "The man who made me hopes that I can have this ability." The plank said, "but the future is like a mist. I can only see the tracks of a few stars."

  Sybil's eyes flashed with excitement.

   "I'm like you, sometimes it's like looking at the stars in the sky through the clouds, but sometimes I can see some fragments."

  "Are you a celestial eye?" Banquet said in surprise.

   Sybil became proud.

   "Yes, I am the One with the Eye of Heaven." She said very proudly.

   "Oh, I didn't expect it... it's such an honor." Banquet said excitedly.

  Sybil enjoys this flattery, and the smile on her face looks brilliant.

  Then the two began to communicate something that Pomona could not understand at all.

   "Do you know what they are talking about?" Severus leaned in Pomona's ear and asked in a low voice.

   "No." Pomona shook her head. She felt that the "aliens" Muggle referred to were the two in front of her.

  In fact, both Grindelwald and Sybil have the talents of prophets. Why did Grindelwald become the Dark Lord, while Sybil Trelawney almost didn’t even have a place to stay?

  Pomona poured a glass of sherry and then drank her own drink. She did not go through an interview like Sybil, so she stayed at Hogwarts to teach.

  She had never thought of how lucky it was before, and she had never connected herself with Arianna.

  Arianna was attacked by three Muggle kids while using magic in her garden. It is estimated that she was playing with flowers and plants at that time, just like Pomona usually does in the greenhouse.

  Perhaps in the eyes of Albus, Pomona is the normal Arianna who has not experienced that great change. She will be educated in a magic school like a normal little witch, and enjoy happy time, and then under the shade of her brother, she will teach in a heaven-like Hogwarts, and live happily and worry-free.

  This realization made her feel that she was almost out of breath.

  Those picnics and the teachings of wisdom in the principal’s room, did he aim at her, or was he someone he fantasized about?

   "Don't drink so eagerly." Severus pressed her hand with a cold face. "Even Sherry can get drunk."

  It is useless to indulge in illusory dreams and forget the real life.

  But who is the one who really indulges in illusion?

  There are many people who want to stay at Hogwarts, such as Voldemort and Lily, but none of them stayed because the qualifications for choosing teachers are in the hands of the principal, Albus Dumbledore.

  Tian Congress invited many people, but few left.

  In the end, Albus chose to kick Severus out of Hogwarts. Was it because he could no longer tolerate Severus’s indulging in black magic, or for other reasons?

Of course you must bring flowers to the tomb, but Pomona remembered a seed sent by an oriental wizard. It was called "Mengmencao". It is said that an emperor took it into his arms, and then he dreamed of Risi. The beauty of night.

  She has so many questions to ask him, maybe, she can try to plant it in front of Albus's grave.

  At this moment, Sybil put his hand on the astrological board.

   Then she took a breath as if she was out of her body.

   A look of horror appeared on Severus's face.

   Then, a voice that didn't resemble Sybil's own voice at all came out of her mouth.

   "When the trouble is killed, when the time is changed, when the invisible child murders their father, the Dark Lord will return."

   After speaking, Sybil lay on the table as if drunk.

  No one in the tavern noticed what happened in this corner.

   "What did you see?" Severus asked the horoscope. She seemed to be in horror.

   "I have never...n't seen the future so clearly." The horoscope said tremblingly and movedly, "This is the power of the'Tenmu'."

   "What did you see?" Severus asked again.

  This time, he was silent when he changed the plank.

   "I said, you will regret being so to me, human." The horoscope said arrogantly, "You deserve this fate. Who told you not to listen to the "Prophet"."

  Severus took out his wand again.

   "I can do it."

   "Try it." The board said, "If you burn me, all the secrets you want to know will disappear together."

   "So, you are the new "Prophecy Ball"." Pomona said.

  "The way that prophecy is recorded is not just a crystal ball. Your metaphor is not appropriate." The astrological board said, "Now, you should put me on a shrine instead of just stuffing me in a corner..."

  Before she finished speaking, her mouth was sealed with gum again.

   "Go." Severus took out a bottle of potion and put it on the table.

  Pomona recognized it, it was a potion of oblivion modified by the Venom of the Winged Demon.

  As the pale blue potion evaporates, it begins to diffuse throughout the bar, and the clamor gradually ceases.

  Pomona followed the other principal and left the three broomsticks.

  "Tick, tick"

  She heard the sound of the clock turning, the precious metal that can make the time converter has been obtained, and the next thing is who will make the perfect and flawless time converter.

  Who is the next person who made the "Death Hallows"?

  (End of this chapter)