Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 212 Good Medicine

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The efficacy of the compound decoction is coming. Pomona discovered that the efficacy of this batch of potions has become much shorter than usual. She just wanted to take a sip, but a hand stretched out from the darkness grabbed her. Immediately afterwards, she was dragged into the broom room.

  In order to give the castle a new look, Mrs. Skor’s magical cleaning agent is piled everywhere in the broom room, which makes the armor no longer make a sound when it is moving, and also makes the portrait no longer dull. When the black wizard who pulled her into the darkness closed the door lock, he used a closed earplug to listen. After all this was done, she was no longer the fat and short Professor Sprout who was covered in mud.

  She is Knox, the goddess of the night, and her gray hair seems to glow in the dark.

   "It takes a lot of time to put on clothes." He pointed to his dense buttons and said, "Take your clothes off."

  She did not say no, but directly agreed. She clearly told the Hefpuff girls not to go to places where Filch would not go to be alone with the boy, and she fouled herself.

Filch worked at Hogwarts in 1973. In his opinion, the education method of that era was the most perfect. Now this kind of education is not helpful except for causing more troubles for students, so Filch will always It's angrily.

He likes to punish students physically and monitor students. His favorite thing is to catch disobedient students, but they are teachers, and he shrinks only by scolding him, not to mention that he is the one who is alone with her now. The object of allegiance, she can do whatever she wants, even if it is wrong.

From the cracks in the door, warm sunlight came in, not silvery moonlight. This is Hogwarts, the safest place in the world, but in fact it is far from as safe as it seems, and this year it is because of the three powers contending for hegemony. There were many people of unknown origin in Sai. Her heart was beating because of danger, and her mind was in a trance because of the smell of sage on him.

   "Why are you crying?" He whispered, "Is it because I hurt you?"

  She cannot describe her current mood in words.

   "I feel very empty." She pressed his hand to her chest "It's like a hole in the heart."

  "Do you want me to make up for you?" He leaned up, sucking on her skin, and deliberately made a loud voice, "You smell like chestnuts today, senior sister."

   "Do you want to eat it?" She held her head in her arms, feeling like she was floating, all over.

  "Why didn't you answer my question?" He asked a little annoyed.

   "Please hold me." She begged. She was lonely. Even if she knew that there was another person in his heart, she would leave when he got bored, just like Salazar Slytherin.

  He stagnated for a moment, and then launched a fierce attack on her like a fire dragon. He burned himself regardless of the consequences, just to warm her heart.

  She kept falling, but the feeling of freewheeling was better than she thought. If it weren't for he is a potion master, she even wanted to add an ecstasy to his pumpkin juice.

At this moment, in this dark and no one cares about the broom room, the world seems to be the only two of them, all the troubles have nothing to do with them, the children's screams came in through the window, but this kind of sharp The scream of joy was not caused by fear. She felt a joy. The suffering of their generation was worth it.

  She never thought that one day she would become like this with the snot sperm. In the memory, he was still the Slytherin who was always bullied by James Potter and needed Lily's protection. He tried very hard to learn to fight, but he is a man after all, and James always bullies fewer people because of more people. Pringle is worse than Filch. He punishes students just to enjoy the feeling of power. . Filch might have heard of the scene of Severus being bullied in public in the fifth grade even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, but he chose to keep it secret and protect Severus' dignity.

It’s not a glorious thing to take off a person’s pants in public, especially in the presence of a girl who knows him very well. Both people who are humiliated and humiliated are discredited, James Potter, you are a joke. It's too much.

"You are a man now, Severus." She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, rubbing her back against the rough stone wall, but she felt that the person holding her needed more comfort. "You are very tough and smart. Not everyone can do the job of a double agent."

  He was trembling all over, and it seemed that only then did he realize that he was in the same state as when he was crowded around, except that he was head down.

Embarrassment, shame, and unwillingness to talk about the past, especially those related to sex, Tom Riddle was ashamed that he had a mother who sent him home. When she stopped using the drug, his Muggle father immediately showed no sorrow. She had to be driven away, and that's why he came up with the weird name Voldemort.

   "Can I see your body?" She looked down, at least his legs weren't as thin as before.

  He unbuttoned the buttons one by one.

His skin is still pale, but the muscle lines are beautiful, majestic and powerful, which reminds her of ancient Greek and Roman marble sculptures, but they are all displayed in museums and can only be viewed from a distance. Now he is alive and standing. In front of her, her chest will rise and fall with breathing.

  He also has scars on his body, but they are not as conspicuous as Moody's. These scars do not represent honor. Most of them were left when he was a Death Eater.

Then she took off her coat and shirt underneath, and saw his arm. There was a hideous mark on his left arm, which was left by the snowman. She lowered her head and kissed the scar, which was left when he wanted to protect her. Down.

The snowman is not like a giant monster. It is wise. When they were about to flee to the sky, it was so angry that it threw a boulder over at will. It happened to be where she was. He threw her to the ground in an emergency. Who told her His steps are not light at all, just like a rooted plant.

It was a bit cold in the snow. They didn't care so much, they got up and fled in embarrassment. The blizzard had stopped, and the line of sight became clear again. Severus took her to the other side of the valley with her apparition and waited. She found him bleeding from a safe place.

  Her healing spell is very lame. Fortunately, he brought the white moss, and his wound healed quickly after the green smoke passed.

The joy of the rest of the catastrophe was indescribable. They gasped and laughed. She took a sip of the wine he was carrying. The piping heat from the tip of the tongue reminded her of the compound decoction. At that time, he He probably hadn't recognized her yet, in his eyes she was still a chunky Pomonas Prout.

"Do you know, Pomona, Hoklap juice is now also used in healing potions. The description of it in the book written by Newt Scamander is inaccurate, perhaps because he doesn't understand magic. Medicine." Severus said slickly, standing against the stone, "I know you need a lot of herbicides. I can help you, as long as you provide enough materials."

   "We will work together happily in the future." She smiled and stretched out her hand to him "Professor Snape."

  He also stretched out his hand and held it back, looking polite and polite.

Hefpaff’s boys’ lounge is a snow-capped mountain where Pomona grows Hograp. It’s actually an animal that looks like a mushroom. It needs to be squeezed to extract its juice. The process is nothing for girls Wonderful, so she threw it to the boys in Hefpaff.

She worked with Slughorn and learned his ability to call people. It turns out that boys like to please people because they are eager to get approval from others. This is due to their self-esteem, especially lonely boys, who get girls’ Praise them will become particularly active.

  Pomona would not be the same as Hermione, teaching Ron what to do is correct, her domineering attitude few men can bear.

Looking at Astonia and Draco playing in the garden except for the goblins, she sighed. She forgot that there is Hograp’s juice in the drugstore in Diagon Alley now, which is imported from Northern Europe. The warm climate in the south is not suitable for it to survive. Pomona intends to send a house-elf to buy it back while the two of them are having fun, and buy some flower seeds by the way. The greenhouse lacks color, just the one she wants for Christmas. The shop in Diagon Alley was still open after the riots, otherwise she would have to find another way.

  (End of this chapter)