Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 213 Winter Flower Border

   "Yes, that's it, take your time." Pomona is teaching the Astonian plant acceleration spell.

  Except for the students of Hefpaff College, almost no other colleges will learn this.

  In the greenhouse, other colleges are mainly changing pots, pruning branches or collecting plants, and are not responsible for planting and caring for plants.

Astonia’s sister, Daphne, is Slytherin like Pansy Parkinson, while Astonia is from Ravenclaw. That academy always has geniuses. The spell class is their specialty. Anyway, Pomona Teaching Astonia this spell was almost as smooth as Hermione Granger, and a green plant emerged from the pot, as if spring had arrived earlier.

   "What is this?" Draco didn't seem to be interested in plant magic, but now his godfather is not here now, so he can only "play with the girls".

   "Helleborus, it's for demulcent." Pomona smiled at him and said, "It also has a name called Christmas Rose, which will bloom in winter."

While they were talking, the Christmas rose of Astonia was in full bloom. It was white and the center of the flower was green. The simple five petals did not have multiple petals like a real rose, but the rose could not be in this way. It blooms in cold winter, although at the moment they are in a greenhouse.

  "Very good. If you are in school, I will give you two points, Astonia." Pomona said admiringly, "It's really not easy to use the growth spell for the first time."

   "Can I try again?" Astonia said excitedly.

"Of course. The seeds of hellebore are like bibido beans to me. No one knows what kind of flower the next seed will bloom." Pomona said happily, and Astoni A person picked a seed and put it in a pot. This time Astonia planted a pink flower, while Pomona's flower was almost coquettish.

  Maybe it was originally white, but it was covered with purple veins like blood vessels and became evil. Only the stamens were pure gold.

Pomona remembered the little daisy in Lily's hand. She was as pure as the little wild flower. Hellebore and little daisy were both wild forest vegetation, but they took a different path because Although the daisy is tough, it can't survive the winter.

   "Two handfuls of bone meal, Draco." Pomona gave orders to Master Malfoy.

   "That's what I want to use to boil potions." He argued.

  "These flowers are also used for potions, and you still have a lot of lion bones that have not been dealt with. Are you planning to wait for your godfather to come and accompany you to do such simple preparations?"

   "I'll help you!" Astonia said immediately, so the two of them started playing the potion game together after eliminating the goblins.

Draco invented the hiccup potion purely for "fun". For Gryffindor, the nightmare potion class was Draco's favorite. Snape told Harry Potter and his friends in class. They ridiculed, but kept praising Draco for doing everything well.

Draco felt that he was the darling of potions, just like Pomona often praised her talent for herbal medicine. Draco was very interested in potions because of praise. In the sixth grade, he hoped to be like Slughorn. I did some interesting things in the potions class as I did when I was studying with the godfather, but Slughorn’s evaluation of the hiccup potion was "okay", and Draco, who was a handsome and rich man, seemed to be insufficient for his booth. The old slug is so pragmatic.

  Gloomy middle-aged and gloomy teenager, when Harry was in sixth grade, Pomona felt that her life was going to be gloomy with them. Now there is a shining Astonia. She only needs to deal with a gloomy middle-aged person. When she uses the growth spell to cultivate a hellebore again, this time its flowers will be pure white.

"Molly trembles, what does Arthur Weasley think." Pomona cursed in a low voice. What made her even more disgusting was Molly's shy girl smile after hearing this name. Molly was already The mother of 7 children, Pomona never doubted the fertility of the Weasley family. After Furong married Bill, she should be pregnant and have children soon. In fact, she was just like Pomona thought. The child’s mother, how can a grandmother be like this.

  After playing with hellebore for a while, Pomona went to see what plant seeds the house-elf had bought her, and found a handwritten book by Mrs. Malfoy by accident.

   "I need beauty potions." Narcissa Malfoy wrote on the card in gorgeous swashes, and she smelled high-end perfumes far away from Pomona.

   "I'm not a house elf." She complained, and found a pocket in the wooden box, which contained a sack of chrysanthemum, which was exactly what she needed to make a beauty potion.

  Pomona glanced at Astonia, whose skin was as soft and tender as a flower, and remembered Narcissa Malfoy, whose skin looked dull even though she tried hard to maintain her skin. Suddenly she felt extremely depressed.

  The heyday of mankind is limited, and even the White Wizard Dumbledore showed his senility after the Battle of the Ministry of Magic. Pomona can't imagine Severus with white hair and she is still so young and beautiful. They stand together not like a couple at all, but like grandparents. He has never had much confidence in his appearance, God knows. Will the blow to him caused by aging make him do stupid things in pursuit of immortality?

   "Hey, idiot in the laboratory." Pomona shouted at Draco and Astonia, "Are you going to use your soft hands to grind those boxes of lionfish bones into powder?"

   "Why are you so small and so mean?" Draco looked at Pomona with an angry expression.

   "Take your wands and blow them into pieces with the Smashing Curse."

   "It's not what you think!" Draco said angrily. "The thickness of the powder will also affect the effect. The particles are not uniform, and the powder is already sent."

  "Would you not change into a sieve, sift out the powder that meets your requirements, and then process those that do not meet the requirements?"

  Draco was stunned.

   "Idiot." Pomona despised Draco and said, "You are as dogmatic as your godfather."

  The potion needs to be done step by step. Even a small mistake in each step will produce unexpected results. Coupled with Slytherin's insistence on "tradition", their way of thinking is just like antiques.

  "We have a manor with magic plants that need to be cleaned up. Do you know how angry your father is about this?"

   "How do you speak in the same tone as Myrtle." Draco said strangely.

   "Because I find it very boring." Pomona roared angrily, "Everything is ready, now he is missing. Go and see how long your godfather will hold?"

  "Will you pass the time by yourself? My mother used to be like this." Draco said ruthlessly, "You haven't seen so many plant seeds."

  Pomona looked at the wooden box full of plant seeds, and suddenly felt that she had also lost interest in magic plants.

  No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, no one will feel lonely if they don’t appreciate them. They fade silently in the four seasons of reincarnation. The happiness that someone who knows how to appreciate oneself can be incomparable to any material.

  This may be the reason why Molly is out of shape and wearing old clothes, but she still feels happy.

"You are right. Tell me about the situation on the battlefield that day." Pomona withdrew her tenderness and began to think like a member of the Order of the Phoenix. "I heard that werewolves, giants and dementors formed a coalition. Up?"

  Draco looked at Astonia, and she smiled softly at him, without disgust or worship, but looked at him with calm eyes.

   "Can I sit down?" Draco said listlessly, "I'm tired after standing for a day."

  "Would you like some more tea?" Pomona asked.

   "Yes, thank you." Draco was even more frustrated, as if it was something he was eager to forget.

  Pomona glanced at the sky outside, and it was already dark, but she was not in a hurry for Draco to send Astonia home.

Some problems have to be faced sooner or later, and avoidance cannot be solved. In the fifth grade, Lily seems to be right to defend Severus, but the dignity of the boy has to be defended by herself, and it is also because of her appearance and their The conflict only escalated sharply. That day Sirius and Severus were dueling in the basement, but Pomona didn't go, but Dumbledore came and persuaded the two of them away.

  In order to maintain their image in front of the girl, even if they can do it, they have to grit their teeth, and finally take their own lives.

Hefpaff, the waste college, is pursuing the right thing, and rarely stands in line. Now Pomona needs to understand her position, which is related to the future and destiny of many people. She took a long vacation and it is time to go back. Continue to work.

  (End of this chapter)