Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2520 Manonamission (thirteen)

   As Pomona left the castle, the faint afterglow of the sun could be seen dyeing the western sky red.

   She put on a cloak. It was supposed to be the warmest day of the year, but it was as cold as autumn because of the dementors.

   She followed the path to the greenhouse, and in the distance, she could see a light on in the greenhouse, where Neville was in the greenhouse.

Although Neville directly said that he would be at the bottom of the final exam when facing Scamander, it did not mean that he did not work hard, at least when he wrote the paper, he did not intentionally write large words so that Fill the space required by the teacher to set the size of the paper.

Severus knew more spells than half of the seventh graders when she was in school, and among the talented people she had come into contact with, Neville's "talent" was almost nonexistent, if it was Sla Ghorn probably wouldn't look him in the eye.

   She let out a long breath and continued walking. When she reached the greenhouse, she looked inside through the glass and found that Neville was turning his back to her, looking at the magical plants.

   She knocked on the glass, caught Neville's attention, and walked to the door.

   "Password!" Neville shouted from the door.

   "Wolfgrass," Pomona replied from outside the door.

   Immediately after the door was opened, she walked into the greenhouse shaking the waist of the bucket.

   "Good evening, Professor." Neville said calmly, without his previous excitement.

   "Good evening, Mr. Longbottom." Pomona also greeted him. "I'm sorry, it's later than usual today, and I made you miss dinner. You should go to the kitchen before meeting the dormitory. I think you should know the way."

   "I'm not hungry, Professor, Simon brought me something to eat," Neville replied.

   She knew that Simon was Neville and Harry Potter's roommate, but she was still surprised that he would come to the greenhouse and bring Neville food.

   "What is he doing here?"

   "Tell me what Granger predicted."

   "Oh~" Pomona exclaimed, "Did she use arithmetic and divination?"

   Neville opened his eyes and mouth in surprise.

   His face was originally round. Although he was a lot taller than when he was a freshman after the third grade, she felt very cute looking at his expression.

   "When you finish the exam, you'll know how accurate she predicted. Maybe we will have more fortune-tellers in the future. Now, pack your things and go back before Filch closes the castle door."

   "Yes, Professor." After Neville finished speaking, he quickly ran to his desk and put the quill and books on the desk into his bag.

  Pomona walked to the place where Neville was standing just now, where there was a bush of rue, she carefully observed the leaves of the rue, and even touched it with her hand, the blue-green color of the leaves seemed to be brighter than before.

   She looked back at Neville, there was actually a cluster of rue on his robe, and the yellow flowers stood out under the black robe, but...

   "I suggest you don't take it back to your bedroom," Pomona told Neville. "Most people think it smells bad."

   Neville was stunned for a moment, looked at the little flower on his chest, and then touched it at a loss.

   "What's the problem?" Pomona asked.

   "Someone gave it to me." Neville muttered.

   She didn't understand who would give rue to someone, but Neville was very persistent, and he didn't want to pluck the bunch of flowers.

   "Perhaps, it doesn't smell as strong as your lounge." She smiled and said, "Take it with you."

   But Neville didn't move, he kept looking at Pomona.

   "I didn't mean anything else," explained Pomona. "I was just joking."

   "I heard that you and Professor Snape have known each other for a long time, and he doesn't look that bad." Neville said cautiously, "Is it true?"

   "Who told you that?" she asked curiously.

"This afternoon, he came to the greenhouse to get the potion materials, just like last time, but this time he answered the password correctly, and I let him in." Neville said in a trembling voice, "I know, if I pretend he said Wrong, he will also leave like last time..."

   "Why didn't you do that?" Pomona asked Neville, as if to cheer him up.

"Because of 'do the right thing, because it's the right thing'." Neville looked at Pomona with wet eyes, as if he was about to cry. "Not to mention Professor Snape is a Death Eater, my parents both It's an Auror, and I have no reason to be afraid of him."

  Pomona didn't know what to say, Neville went on.

   "If he hurts me, then he'll be sent to Azkaban to be with his other Death Eater friends, so I don't think he'll do anything to me, even though I offend him."

   "You can't think like that!" Pomona said immediately.

   "Because he's not like the other Death Eaters?" Neville went on. "He tortured me, but he didn't use the Unforgivable Curse like Bellatrix."

   "No, Neville!" Pomona scolded sternly, "If you think so..."

   "He'll also use his status as a professor to give me a hard time." Neville went on indifferently, "Just like he always does to the rest of Gryffindor."

   To be precise, like Harry Potter, she didn't want Neville to be targeted as well.

   "If you really don't think you're afraid of him, how about I give you a job?" Pomona crossed his hips. "I send herbs to Slytherin's cellar every week, do you dare to go?"

   "Now?" Neville asked eagerly.

"No, next semester." Pomona said cautiously, hoping that after a summer of calm, Neville could make more rational judgments, instead of acting on impulse. "Don't forget you promised me, summer vacation. to help."

   "Okay, Professor!" Neville said happily, picking up his schoolbag and rushing towards the door.

   "Can I ask you a question," Pomona asked as Neville was about to leave.

"what?"

   "Why aren't you afraid of Draco Malfoy?" Pomona asked.

   "What's so scary about him?"

   "He bullied you and gave you a tripping spell." Pomona said looking into Neville's eyes.

   "As long as you know how to break the spell, the problem is that I don't use my wand well," Neville said in frustration.

   She listened quietly.

"Harry and Hermione have helped me many times, so when they need help, I can't be afraid. There was speculation last year that Harry or Malfoy was more likely to be a descendant of Slytherin. I don't think Malfoy could be, Ten Malfoys are not as good as one Harry."

   "Oh, I see." Pomona said with a smile.

   "I saw Malfoy making trouble with the underclassmen. I couldn't stop him. The year before last I tried to stop Harry and the others from going to the forbidden fourth-floor corridor, but Hermione cast a petrifying spell on me."

   "Then what are you going to do in the future?" Pomona asked.

   Neville scratched his head and said, "I don't know, Professor."

"You know, Professor Lupin brought magical creatures to school, and that didn't include the Boggart in the cupboard, it was in the staff lounge." Pomona said with a smile, "He felt like using it to The first class was going to be fun, so I took the locker and Boggart to the third floor."

   Neville looked at her in confusion.

   "It's late, Mr. Longbottom, do you want to be credited like everyone else?" Pomona asked.

   Neville woke up from a dream, opened the door, and ran out of the greenhouse.

  Through the glass of the greenhouse, Pomona saw Neville's back disappear into the darkness.

   She took out a basket of glass jars from under the console and came to the third greenhouse.

   There are many dangerous magical plants in this greenhouse, such as adult mandrakes, poisonous beards, etc., which are all prohibited trade items, so they are also very expensive in the black market.

She came to the poisonous beard grass. These magical plants thought that Pomona was here to water and fertilize themselves, and they did not take any precautions, so she took this opportunity to cast a cutting spell on them and cut their branches and leaves. down.

   This time, there was more pruning than normal pruning. The magic plants complained, but they were not angry. She used the floating spell to put the cut branches and leaves into the glass jar.

   Then she went to other plants, sorted the fruits, leaves, and roots into glass jars, and put them in a flannel pocket.

  Although there is a farmer's long spell, magic plants are not like pumpkins, they need more magic power. Using the wizard's own magic power to promote the growth of medicinal materials, and then convert them into the required power through the magic potion, is a lot in itself, not to mention the loss of magic power in the process of brewing the magic potion.

   For the "Wand Pie", there's nothing they can't fix with a wave of their wand, and if they can't, they don't know enough spells.

  Albus did not send the attacker to St. Mungo's, but stayed in the school hospital, in addition to avoiding leaks, there was also this reason.

  Gryffindor is not only brave, but also adventurous...

   She hoped that Neville and Snape could get along well, so she asked him to send the potion materials. It is better to have more contact than to have prejudice and never communicate with each other.

   But there is also the possibility of "bad contact", like a Muggle appliance bitten by a hairy crab, sparks with lightning, and then explodes with a "bang".

   At first Pomona didn't understand why Neville was sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat instead of Hufflepuff, and he himself expected to be in Hufflepuff.

   "What's so scary about Malfoy?" She repeated what Neville said with a smile, then pulled down the hood of her cloak and walked out of the conservatory.

   Although the black cloak is not an invisibility cloak, it is almost integrated with the darkness and has the same invisible function.

   She walked through the path of the forbidden forest to Hogsmeade, and as she was about to step into the light of the village, she took a glass bottle from a flannel pocket and took a sip of the liquid inside.

   After drinking it, Pomona's body soon "shrinked", the compound decoction lost its effect, and she regained her original appearance.

   Fortunately, the wizard wears loose wizard robes, and the waistline changes too much to be seen. So she came to the Pig's Head Bar with a basket of contraband.

  The people who come here are all disguised to some extent. I am afraid that no one like her will do it, but no one can connect her with the head of Hufflepuff.

  The drinking people started chatting with each other, and after someone unconsciously looked back at the door, they stopped turning their heads. His eyes followed her, and then the people next to him followed his line of sight, and it didn't take long for the bar to be silent, and everyone looked at her.

   She found a corner and sat down, feeling a little proud. Not long after, the bar owner Aberforth came over, his attitude was as bad as ever.

   "What would you like to drink?"

   "No, I'm not here..." she said subconsciously.

   "If you don't come to the bar to drink, what are you doing here?" Aberforth asked again rudely.

   "I'm waiting," Pomona said.

   Then Aberforth walked away.

   "Wait for someone to drink, what would you like to drink? I invite you." A wizard with a prosthetic leg said at the bar.

   She ignored him, and after a while Aberforth appeared again, placing a beer in front of her with a thud.

   "Go back when you're done drinking." He said like a rush, and then went back to the back of the bar.

   After a while, there were whispers in the bar again, and no one continued to pay attention to her.

   After another ten minutes or so, a small figure walked into the bar.

  Despite his disguise and traveling cloak, he was instantly recognized as a goblin.

   The goblin walked to Pomona's table and struggled to get up on the chair.

   "What did you bring?" said the goblin in a hoarse, low voice.

  Pomona took out the glass jar of sagebrush from his pocket.

   "Fresh." She said softly, "It's still moving."

   The goblin took the jar and cast a spell on it, but Poisonbeard didn't respond.

   "How many do you have?" the goblin asked.

   "Let's talk in another place." Pomona said, and went to the private room on the second floor with the goblin.

"Can you imagine? The place where I was interviewing was the Pig's Head Bar." Trelawney complained while Minerva was doing Sybil's manicure. A descendant of Cassandra."

   Pomona felt the same way as he looked at the centuries of sludge that had accumulated on the private room floor.

   She exchanged those magical plants for a large bag of gold Galleons. Although the goblins have always been known to be miserly, the gold Galleons they gave can at least be guaranteed to be true.

Humans can use the copy spell to copy the golden galleon, but this kind of copy is worthless, first, it has no magic cast by goblins, and second, gold cannot be copied with the copy spell, only the magic stone can make the metal become gold.

  Because of goblin magic, gold Galleons are not wearable like Muggle gold coins. In addition, it has other secrets, which is also the basis for the Gringotts goblins to identify the authenticity of the gold coins deposited in the bank.

At least humans have no way of knowing what the goblins used to make the Gryffindor sword have the magical property of absorbing more power than itself. Without a replica of this property, no matter how much it resembles the real Gryffindor sword, it is not real. .

  The goblin left first, and after he left, Pomona also left the Pig's Head Bar with gold coins, but did not go back to school along the same path.

   She first walked to the farmland outside Hogsmeade. There are only a few wooden houses here, with a large field attached.

  The moon rose, and the whole of Hogsmeade was shrouded in the shadow of the mountains.

   She heard footsteps behind her, and without looking back she knew it wasn't Severus who was following her.

   She walked unhurriedly ahead, crossed a wooden bridge over a creek, and turned to face the stalkers.

   There were three of them, and they didn't dodge when they saw Pomona turn around, standing on the other side of the bridge dignifiedly.

   "What's the matter? Gentlemen?" she said with a smile.

   It looked like the leader looked at Pomona.

   "I don't even know what to ask you for?" The leader said, "Your money, or you."

   "What if I don't give it?" she continued with a smile.

   "Then I don't have to make a choice." The leader took out the wand, and the other two also took the wand and went around to Pomona's left and right.

   She didn't feel disgusted, she just found it funny.

   The soul of this man is grey and does not look pure, but strangely he is not in Azkaban.

   "Humans always tell me how holy their laws are, how fair their judgments are, how upright and wise their judges are, do you think they're right?" Pomona asked.

   "You don't think so?" The leading wizard smiled.

   She also smiled. "Have you ever read a wizard fairy tale?"

   "Wizards also have many fairy tales, which one are you talking about?" asked the leading wizard, his two companions had already taken out their wands.

"The story of the poet Bedou, the story of the three brothers." She said in a singing voice, "Once upon a time, there were three brothers, who were on their way on a secluded path. It was almost dusk, and they were walking. They came to a river, but because the water was too deep, they couldn't walk across it, and it was too dangerous to swim. However, the three brothers were proficient in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared on the water. The hooded figure blocked their way."

  Pomona stretched out his fingers and curled his hair, "Death said to them, why are you so stupid that you are asking for your own death."

   "No, the **** of death said that you escaped the **** of death by your cleverness, and everyone can get one thing as a reward." said one of the three wizards.

   "Shut up," said his companion.

   "So, what are you going to do to us now?" the boss asked with a smile.

   "I have a question, what kind of river do you think is the most dangerous?" Pomona asked.

   "What if I got it right?" the boss asked.

   "It doesn't make any difference, just that you can be an idiot," Pomona replied.

   The three laughed together.

   "I think you're crazy," said the man who tried to right Pomona.

   "I count down dozens, ten, nine, eight..."

   The three looked at each other.

   "Don't be afraid, she's just bluffing." The boss said.

   "...four, three, two, one."

   Pomona counted, but nothing happened.

   The three were so angry that they raised their wands at the same time, and regardless of whether she was a woman, it seemed that they planned to deal with her the most ferocious spell they had ever learned in their lives.

   "The answer is a river that doesn't look dangerous, so people will try to wade across it." She said sarcastically, "One more question, how did I do it?"

   The three were stunned at the same time, but it wasn't because of her problem.

They looked up the creek, and a flood roared towards them, and all of a sudden the shallow creek, which seemed perfect for a summer footbath, became extremely dangerous, and the waves seemed to have horse-shaped animals running .

"what!!"

   They screamed in unison, and the flood peak engulfed them in the next second, but the flood seemed to have eyes and bypassed Pomona.

   "Aqua-menti" she whispered "Remember?"

  The three people wrapped in water polo floated in the air, unable to move their hands and feet, although their eyes tried every means to express "remember".

Pomona didn't hear their answers, so he didn't revoke the magic. As time passed by, the faces of the three of them became paler and paler, and bubbles kept popping from the boss's mouth, which looked like he was suffocating. It's like cursing.

   She didn't know why some people thought it was interesting to watch the process of death, she was just thinking about a question, should she eat these unclean souls, like a swallowtail dog eats old tires discarded by Muggles.

   "Wow!"

  Suddenly there was a dog barking behind her, and when she looked back, there was actually another person.

He looked at her with an expression of extreme ferocity, viciousness, and fear, so that his face was contorted, and just as his wand was aimed at her, just as he was about to cast the spell, a scruffy stray dog ​​rushed over and bit his wand wrist. Living.

   "Ah!" The man wailed, and the **** dog continued to attack him until the opponent was covered in blood.

  It may be because of the screams of humans, the Dementors patrolling Hogsmeade "excited" floating over, the temperature began to plummet, and even the water froze.

   "Wow!" The black dog barked at her, then turned and ran into the mountains.

  Pomona glanced at the dementors, and then at the three drowning people whose souls were about to leave their bodies.

Will    Dementors miss this "meal"? After all, their cause of death can be attributed to an "accident", but it is estimated that no one believed that three adults would drown in such a shallow creek.

   "Wow!" the black dog barked from behind a large rock, as if urging Pomona.

   She finally dissipated the magic and let them fall to the ground.

   She had a hunch that the Dementors would attribute the deaths of the three to Sirius Black.

   Just to keep Sirius from getting into more trouble, she left these people alive.

   She didn't follow the black dog, but chose to Apparate. After all, she might have the smell of rue on her body, and she didn't know if the Dementors could smell it.

   However, when she tried this, she found that she couldn't move. Maybe someone from the Ministry of Magic set up an anti-apparition spell in order to hunt down Sirius.

   She immediately lifted the hem of her robe, stepped on large and small stones, and caught up with the black dog in embarrassment.

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   "What do you think of these clothes?" Bertin asked.

  The three sets of men's clothes displayed in front of Georgiana, or the new Belgian police uniforms, are all made of high-quality materials, made by Italian "Golden Scissors" tailors, and worn on male soldiers with good stature and appearance.

   "That's right." Georgiana circled around the three of them.

   The three of them stood at attention together, and then left the room one by one.

"Do you know why Madame Pompidou is liked by the King?" Bertin walked up to Georgiana after the three had left. "She's a laughing person and a good joker, and the King's other mistresses don't. Say, you can't laugh, including the queen, so..."

   "Am I not smiling?" Georgiana smirked, took out her shell fan, imitating the way of a Versailles woman, and waving her fan to the bright and gorgeous corridor like a small hall of mirrors.

   (end of this chapter)