Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 226 Breaking the Shell

"That Gryffindor freshman, the Weasley kid, he said he was bitten by a dog. I haven't seen any dog ​​bite wounds that can turn the wound green." Madam Pomfrey from the infirmary told Si Professor Prout complained, "You should go see the dean."

"You shouldn't tell me about this. He belongs to Gryffindor College and should report it to Minerva." Pomona took the bandage and looked into the infirmary through Madam Pomfrey's shoulder. Two friends of Enweasley, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, were with him. Ron was saying something in a hoarse voice, as if he was dying, giving his last words.

   "The medicine in the infirmary did not relieve the condition. I think he should be sent to Saint Mungo."

"Don't be busy, wait until the investigation is clear." After speaking, she took the bandage and went away. Her destination was the cellar of Slytherin, the bedroom of a potion professor who would rather die than go to the infirmary to recuperate. , He was really bitten by a dog, but that kind of dog was not an ordinary dog, but a three-headed dog from hell, and ordinary potions and healing spells were useless for its bite.

  When she came to the door of his office, she saw the platinum Draco Malfoy coming out of his office, his face was full of triumph, and she knew that she had done nothing good.

  She shook her head secretly, walked quickly into the potions office, and pushed the door directly in. At the moment, the Slytherin chief was limping while walking on the table.

  "You won’t let Filch help you heal your injuries, and you won’t let Mrs. Pomfrey change your dressing. Are you going to wait until you are about to be amputated before asking Dumbledore to make you a good-looking prosthesis?"

   "If you don't plan to help me, go away." He growled at her aggressively.

"Do you know that if something bites someone, the wound will turn green?" Pomona was so familiar with him that he walked into the bedroom. Its entrance was behind a row of potions cabinets. He and Minerva is also a privacy-conscious person. The furnishings inside are very simple, a wardrobe, a Slytherin-style four-poster bed, and several huge bookshelves. They are boring and uninteresting except for the white sheets. .

   "Obviously, it was bitten by a poisonous creature." He sarcastically said, "Who was bitten?"

   "Ron Weasley." When he sat down by the bed, Pomona squatted down, lifted her trouser legs to help him check, and a strong smell of medicine immediately hit her face.

  When she unwrapped the bandage on his ankle, the green ointment had turned into colorless and transparent mucus, and the hideous wound had at least stopped bleeding, and it was slowly healing.

   "How long will this medicine be changed?"

   "One month." He frowned, enduring the pain caused by rubbing the wound with alcohol.

   "I saw little Malfoy just now, what did he do with you?" She tried to distract him by chatting.

   "He gave me this book." Severus raised the book in Yang's hand, and a letter floated from between the pages, and he immediately picked it up and looked at it.

   "Interesting." He curled up his mouth and rolled up a dimple. "Ron's brother Charlie is coming to Hogwarts to pick up a dragon."

   "Dragon?" Pomona stood up in surprise.

  He gave the letter directly to her.

   "No, I don't read other people's personal letters." She said with a sense of morality.

  His already ugly face is even worse.

"The dragon is at Hogwarts? Why didn't I know?" Pomona began to recall that in the herbal medicine class about two weeks ago, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were arguing about whether to skip class. . They talked so loudly, almost as if she didn't exist, and their reason for skipping class was that they should go to Hagrid's cabin to see something.

  It was the first class in the morning. Most of the children didn't wake up, and it seemed that they might doze off at any time. When the class breaks, the three of them immediately put down their shovel and ran directly to Hagrid's cabin.

Not long after they ran, Master Malfoy ran with him. When the class bell rang, when the four of them came back again, Draco seemed to have grabbed some grip of the trio, and smiled extremely badly. It was the same for the week, and the trio guarded him, and Ron bandaged his handkerchief not long afterward, and he was admitted to the infirmary not long after.

  "Does the letter say what dragon is it?" Pomona was anxious now. If it was a Peruvian fang dragon bite, she must be quarantined immediately, otherwise the infection of dragon pox in the school would be terrible.

   "You can see for yourself, saint." The Slytherin snake smiled cunningly.

This time Pomona did not hesitate to accept the letter. This letter was written by Charlie. The dragon was a Norwegian shortback. He said that it would be difficult to get the dragon to Romania, so he had to ask a friend. Take it away and they will meet at the highest tower at midnight on Saturday.

   "Oh, hell, Hagrid has hidden a dragon privately." Pomona was so jealous that she wanted one too.

   "Illegal, hiding a dragon." The old Slytherin bat gritted his teeth and said every word, "And that three-headed dog from hell, where did he get it?"

   "How did you know Hagrid had a dragon?" Pomona looked at him suspiciously.

  "Draco saw that the half-giant put the dragon egg in the fire to hatch. I ignored him. Will you help me change the dressing!"

  He roared like a fire-breathing dragon, and Pomona put the letter back in the book and continued to change the bandages of the poor old bastard.

   "Why didn't you let Filch change it for you!" Pomona was impatient, and she was sure that Filch would be happy to treat him.

   "His looks are too disgusting." He said with disgust on his face.

   "What about Madam Pomfrey?"

   "Hahaha, you are so funny." He said with a mean smile, making people want to faint him with a sleeping charm.

"Are you okay, Pomona?" The elegant old Malfoy, full of classical beauty, appeared in front of her. At the moment, his son, Draco Malfoy, was sitting on the sofa in the study without sitting together. Looking at her with weird eyes.

   "I'm fine, thank you." Pomona took the mead Lucius handed her and took a sip. The feeling of being burned by the fire disappeared.

   "Last time, you said let a dragon fight with the three-headed **** dog to determine its strength. What ideas do you have?"

  "It is impossible to get it from Romania. The British wild dragon has the Welsh green dragon and the Hebridin black dragon..."

"Bring the wild dragon to the school? Are you crazy?" Draco interrupted Pomona. "The last time Harry Potter brought the Hungarian tree peak to the school, what a great loss, and the winter vacation There are still many people in the school, what should I do if I hurt them?"

   "Oh, Draco, you are so cute."

   "I just don't want to cause trouble, we have enough trouble!" Draco said in a nasty voice as angry as he was angry.

   "If Romanian and native wild dragons are not acceptable, is there any other way to get a dragon?" Lucius Malfoy took the silver snake stick and took the conversation.

"Well~you can check if anyone raises a dragon illegally." She waved her wand and turned the empty wine glass into a fan. "Draco, do you remember seeing Hagrid raising a dragon in first grade? Norber, the Norwegian Short Ridgeback?"

   "Of course I remember that McGonagall not only does not punish the wrongdoer, but also intends to imprison me." Draco said with disdain, "Justice? I really didn't see it. Fortunately, the godfather protected me."

"All in all, the dragon was picked up by Charlie Weasley’s friend. I don’t know who it is. Many animals will treat the creature they saw at first glance, whether they are of the same kind or not, as their biological mother. It’s the same as my bird and snake egg." Pomona took out her silver egg. "Nor may miss his mother very much, but he likes to bite people. In order to protect his master from injury, Lu Wei will work hard. By the way, that dragon’s teeth are poisonous, so it’s best to prepare an antidote first, or else there will be no three-headed **** dog to guard you when Lu Wei is dead."

At this moment, the snake egg suddenly broke a crack with a "click", and Pomona became stiff, and then shouted at Draco like crazy, "It's born! No, it's going to be out of the shell." , Call your godfather!"

  "They are in a meeting..."

   "Go! Draco Malfoy!" Pomona roared at him.

   Xiaolong was unwilling to leave, only Lucius and her were left in the study.

"I know that I shouldn't say this, but I still want to remind you, Sprout, you are not young anymore, pay attention to your own body." Lucius shook his head with emotion. "Me and Sissi When I was young, I was not as crazy as you guys were."

  Pomona was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a place to sew in.

  "Is it that obvious?" She asked after a minute or two of silence.

   "Only ignorant children can't see it. They have a bit of self-control. Are you still a wizard?" Lucius Malfoy said with an angry face.

  (End of this chapter)