Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2515 manonamission (eight)

   "Good girl, good catch, so pretty!"

  While passing the grass field, Pomona looked at the students who were playing a game of catch with his pet dog not far away.

  Sometimes people used "she" and "him" to describe their pets, and after thinking about it for a while, she no longer cared about Sirius' slip of the tongue that night.

   So she took the shopping list and went to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the forest farm. The chimney was smoking, and Hagrid should be at home.

   But when she knocked on the door, it took a while before Hagrid opened it.

   "Good afternoon, Professor Hagrid, are you busy?" Pomona raised his head and smiled.

   "No, Dean, please come in." Hagrid said enthusiastically, "I just prepared tea."

Hagrid's cabin was filled with the smell of animals as always. After entering the door, Pomona looked up. Thankfully, Hagrid replaced the bird cage with a wooden box, so he didn't have to worry about birds when he drank tea. The feathers of the class fell.

   "What brought you here?" Hagrid took a dirty rag, removed the kettle that was heating on the fireplace, and poured the boiling water into a rough teapot.

"I'm afraid I'm going to invite you to Diagon Alley again." She opened the scroll. "In addition to the potion for flesh-eating slugs, I want Erica Stonewright's Yongjie Ling, and I also want to invite you to Sri Lanka. Mrs Cole's store, I'm adding an order of all-purpose cleaner this year."

   "Sounds like you're going to be cleaning," said Hagrid, pouring tea. "But I heard Erica Stonewright is a liar, and her cleanser doesn't do any cleaning."

   "It is true, but this cleaner is very effective against pests and mice." Pomona took out a flannel pocket and found a bag of cookies from it. "This is our afternoon tea."

   "But I've got rock crackers," said Hagrid.

   "Sit down Hagrid, we have more important things to talk about than cookies." Pomona pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Are you going to continue to be a professor of the protection of magical creatures next semester?"

  Hagrid sat down anxiously, his little eyes filled with confusion.

   "I heard there will be a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts next term, and I think Minister Fudge is very confident that Sirius Black will be caught before the next term begins."

  Hagrid looked disdainful.

   "The Minister of Magic is now with Malfoy, and I heard they are going to the Quidditch World Cup final together."

   "I know you're worrying about Buckbeak right now, but I have a castle to clean and a playing field design, so I'm afraid I can't help you, but I'm asking you to help me."

   "Don't worry, Dean, I'm going to Diagon Alley next Saturday." Hagrid took away the shopping list that Pomona had put on the table.

   "You've helped a lot," said Pomona cheerfully. "What's going to happen without you at Hogwarts, Hagrid."

  Hagrid smiled honestly, "Thank you for saying that, Dean."

   "Are you planning to improve your curriculum, I mean, the kids have told me that they don't want to take care of crocodile and armyworm anymore," Pomona said softly.

   "I care more about Buckbeak now," Hagrid said stubbornly. "Can't let Malfoy win."

   "I thought you were concerned about Buckbeak's life," Pomona said.

   "Of course, I'm worried about it too," Hagrid said angrily. "But to save it, Malfoy can't win."

  Pomona no longer insisted, she took a sip of Hagrid's tea, which had a strong **** flavor.

   "Giggle."

   There was a sound of animal calls behind her, and Pomona turned his head to find that the grass cage covered with a floral cloth was shaking slightly.

   She glanced at Hagrid again and saw that he was drinking tea as if nothing had happened.

   This isn't the first time Hagrid has done it, whether it's the eight-eyed spider that now nests in the Forbidden Forest or the later Brachylophosaurus.

  Last year, there was a basilisk at Hogwarts, which is the natural enemy of spiders, so the eight-eyed spiders still dare not approach the school.

   Having lost the threat of natural enemies, it was hard to say what these eight-eyed spiders would do, but she also knew that it was impossible for Hagrid to eliminate those eight-eyed spiders.

   "I want to ask you something... Have you entered the Forbidden Forest recently?"

  Hagrid was obviously relieved after hearing her question, but he answered dutifully.

   "Of course, Dean."

   "The Dementors didn't hurt you?"

   "Of course," Hagrid said inexplicably.

   She thought that this might be a quid pro quo from Albus, and without asking in detail, she revealed the real purpose of this trip in the future.

   "Can you help find Ron's pet mouse?"

  Hagrid looked at her strangely.

   "I just saw Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley arguing in public, worried that the death of the mouse would affect their friendship."

   "But the mouse is dead," said Hagrid.

   "No, he's still alive." Pomona stood up. "Look around. I'll also tell the house-elves to keep an eye out for the mice in the castle when they clean up."

   "I'll pay attention." Hagrid stood up too, his head almost touching the wooden box on the ceiling.

   "Thank you, Hagrid," said Pomona, and left Hagrid's cabin.

  Hagrid took her to the door and waited until she was out of the pumpkin patch before closing the door.

   She looked back not far away, like a boundless forbidden forest.

   "It's an easy job, Sirius," she whispered, and walked towards the castle.

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  In the summer before Harry's third grade, the Ron family went to Egypt for winning the lottery, and their photo made the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Originally, Pomona Darkness thought it was Arthur's gray income, or she thought too much, they were so lucky, they won a sum of money, and quickly spent that money, enjoying the family trip of happiness and joy.

   She looked at St. Tyrel, who was sitting opposite. As a scholar who went to Egypt with Napoleon, he was also one of the first people to take the Egyptian mummy from the tomb and bring it back to Europe. Academic circles were divided on this matter, and even his friends Cuvier and Lachma were at odds with him.

  These three are also giants of the French Museum of Natural and History, and news about them is nothing new.

   She once read such a story, called "The Fantastic Drifting of Pi". In the story, the hero's father plans to emigrate, and at the same time, the zoo is also removed, and the animals are also on the boat. Sadly, it wasn't Noah's Ark. The ship finally sank, and the boy Pi and a Bengal tiger drifted along the sea.

   This story has three endings, two of which are hidden.

  No one can live without the Bengal tiger or the pie. In order to prevent himself from becoming the delicacy of the Bengal tiger, Pi uses the knowledge his father gave him to hunt and collect rainwater, and the Bengal tiger gradually understands that if there is no Pi, it will eat him at one time. to starve.

  The king of the forest was weakened at sea, but he survived and entered the forest before the other humans came to the rescue.

  This is a story about people who want to live, who wouldn't have the desire to survive?

   Here, there is no Bengal tiger in Pomona, but a Thestral waiting to "eat". Clearly she had to eat the food on the table in order to have the magic power to transform what Thestrals thought was food, otherwise she'd have less arms and legs like Sirnoise.

  Fantastic animals are inherently dangerous. In order not to become their food, Pomona brought the food they eat with him.

  According to Gamp’s law of transformation, food cannot be transformed. Not just food, wizards can't conjure any matter out of thin air. Transfiguration just deforms existing matter, changing its appearance. It looks like a living being, but it is not life.

  In this world, this rule doesn't seem to work anymore. Anyway, she doesn't know how she changed it, turning non-existent food into food that Yestral thinks she can eat.

   "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?" St. Tyrell asked.

   "I heard Napoleon said he ate cats in Egypt, did you?" asked Georgiana.

"No," said Saint-Tirrell, "but even academics are graded, with different pay, comfort and food, French academicians are the highest, they get the treatment of high-ranking officers, others will complain that the food is not at all good. eat."

   "But you are the French Academician," Pomona said.

"I can hear a lot of people complaining about trivial things. In fact, no matter how bad they are, they are treated as junior officers, which are much better than soldiers." St. Tyrell said, "I can't believe that he will find someone who will make us suffer. British woman."

   "You hate me?" Pomona asked.

"I originally planned to allow you to sponsor my research." St. Tyrell sighed, "I still hope that you can continue to be the manager of the Sèvres Ceramics Factory. I don't know if you can do it with another person? "

   She stared at him.

   "You don't have this right from yourself, do you understand when I say that?" St. Tyrell said.

   "Of course I understand," she said calmly.

   "Then be a smart girl."

   She took a breath.

"Do not."

   He looked at her in surprise.

   "I'm an idiot. If you want to find a smart girl, go find someone else." She looked at St. Tyrel with hostility. "That's all you want to say?"

   "It was business just now." St. Tyrell spread his hands, "The duty is."

   "What else do you want to say?"

   "What do you think is the most representative French dish?"

"what?"

   "I'm asking you," St. Tyrell said.

   She originally wanted to have French fish soup.

   "Then what advice do you have?"

  So Saint-Tierel began to introduce a table full of food, like a gourmet.

   She took a few bites of the food at his suggestion and compared it to the French food she had made.

   Fleur said that the food at Hogwarts was too greasy, but she thought there was no difference and put butter in all of them.

   (end of this chapter)