Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2534 manonamission (twenty-seven)

   "Neville, what are you doing here?"

  Pomona met Neville in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. He was holding a pile of parchment, but because the classroom door was closed and he couldn't open it, he was standing at the door in a hurry.

   "You came just in time, Professor, could you do me a favor." Neville helped back a scroll that was about to fall.

   "You answer my question first?"

   "This is a fourth grade paper, and Professor Snape asked me to call Professor Lupin."

   "You went to Snape?" Pomona asked in surprise.

   "You asked me to help you deliver the herbs to him," Neville said.

   "I'm talking about next semester."

   "Don't worry, I'm the same from this semester." Neville said calmly, "Besides this summer vacation is only one month, I don't think it will change."

It's July, and it seems that the Triwizard Tournament for the next school year has been completely settled. In order to avoid the event delaying teaching, some courses have been moved to this school year, especially the fifth grade facing the owls exam. They are still in class now. The official holiday will not be officially released until the end of July, and the "substitute teacher" obviously gave the papers he assigned to the teacher.

   "I'll go talk to him," said Pomona sullenly.

   "Professor!" Neville yelled after her, "Please open the door for me!"

  Pomona ignored Neville and went straight to the cellar.

Even in the daytime the road to the Slytherin lounge is so dark and green with the green light of the lake that it doesn't feel the heat of July at all in this environment, and you even need to burn the fireplace to drive the bottom of the lake. of coldness.

   When she came to the potions classroom, Severus was holding a watering can, aiming at the newly grown mushrooms on the wooden shelf where the potion ingredients were placed.

   Hogwarts has so many empty classrooms, why not change to a room that has sunlight and is suitable for human habitation?

   She looked at this scene and thought to herself, so much so that she almost forgot her purpose.

   "You asked Neville to deliver things for you?" Pomona asked.

   "Yes." He put the watering can in the corner, clapped his hands, and pulled on his robe to leave.

   "Borrowed." He said coldly.

  Pomona not only blocked the door, she also put her hands on her hips, "How can you call students?"

   "I learned from you. Besides Longbottom, didn't the twins of the Weasley family also serve you?"

   She was at a loss for words.

"Step aside."

   "Where are you going so late?"

   "Is it late? What time is it?" Snape asked.

   Actually it's not that late, it's still bright.

   Mainly because all the teachers in the class have left, and now it’s time to get off work.

   "You're going out?" Pomona asked.

   "If you don't get in my way," he hissed warningly, knocking her off.

   She was very annoyed and felt that she should ask him where he was going, if he was going to see those Death Eater friends again.

   But in what capacity is she?

   "I'm going to the Potions Guild." He walked out for a while and said, "You know why."

   "Your improved wolf venom is obviously better than the original, why didn't they let you compete?" Pomona asked behind him.

   He was going to leave, but he stopped and looked back at her.

   "By the way, when it comes to this matter, you can't ask Neville to help you deliver medicine to Remus, he is so forgetful, in case he forgets..."

   Before her chatter was over, Snape had turned away.

   She glanced at the potions classroom and wondered if she should clean it up. What if other schools also had classes here?

   There are mushrooms growing on the shelves, what will others think when they see it.

   But as soon as she saw the potion materials soaked in the bottle, she immediately canceled the plan. Even if she had to clean up, she would wait for the old bat to come back. After he sorted out the potion materials by himself, she would not touch his things.

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  “呿呿～”

   A smoky little steam was placed on top of the track laid in Metz, and its designer Richard Trevasik was commissioning it.

Its appearance is still some distance away from a steam locomotive, but the basic working principle has already taken shape, and there are several knights next to him, including Figuer, who checks the "track" with the Mamluks to avoid concave Pits or rocks affect the next game.

   "Who do you think will win?" St. Tyrell came over and asked her.

   If this question were asked in the 20th century, most people would not hesitate.

   "You didn't come with me to City Hall because you came here?" asked Georgiana.

"I prefer to see machines being assembled than to chat with people I don't know," St. Tyrell said, "and I also heard an anecdote, did you hear why Mr. Trevasik invented his own steam engine? ?"

   "Why?" she asked cooperatively.

"His family runs a coal mine, and everyone who uses a watt steam engine has to pay a patent fee every year, but Mr. Trevasik's mine is not doing well, and one year he almost hanged that one to collect the patent. Fei." St. Tyrel said, "So he planned to design his own steam engine, which he called the jet devil."

   "Are you familiar with Mr. Trevasik? He told you this?"

  San Tirel didn't say anything.

   "I bet the horse will win," he said. "At least it won't blow the tank halfway."

  Georgianna also wanted to bet on the horse to win, not to mention Figel and the others had cleared all obstacles on the road.

   But she remembered the story of the tortoise and the hare, although the human rider was not the arrogant rabbit.

   "I bet on Steam, where do I go to bet?" Georgiana said.

   "You don't need to do it yourself. How about letting Miss La Rochefoucault go?" St. Tyrel suddenly pointed to Alice, who was playing snow with the other girls, and said, "Her grandfather was a friend of Franklin and Jefferson."

   She froze for a moment.

   "What did you say?" She raised her voice in surprise.

   Saint Tyrel smiled at her and left her.

  Georgianna hesitated for a few seconds, and then realized that there were many people behind her. She didn't need to go in person, she could send someone to call Alice over.

   She often feels that she should be a person who can listen and be good at absorbing other people's opinions. This idea is deeply rooted. From what she has read in books and the examples she encounters, she says that if you don't listen to other people's opinions, you will fail.

  Harry is very good at listening and choosing. When he is undecided, he will ask for advice from others, such as Luna's proposal to ride the Thestral to London to rescue Sirius.

   Neville went to the battle of the Ministry of Magic, and he was always there when Harry needed help, but what if he tried to stop Harry and prevent worse things from happening like he did in first and third year?

This assumption is only an afterthought. At that time, Harry was eager to save Sirius. He couldn't think about it that much. The most important thing was that he forgot the double-sided mirror that Sirius gave him for Christmas. Just talk to Reese.

   She let out a breath, and it quickly turned into a mist in the cold outside, almost like the real thing.

   But the living need breath and food, the dead should not.

   Or maybe it’s because the obsession is too deep, people are more likely to get angry when they are hungry, and the anger in their hearts is like a dragon roaring.

   (end of this chapter)