Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2698 Firebird Land (6)

   "If the basilisk is the natural enemy of the eight-eyed spider, then the rooster is the natural enemy of the basilisk. When it hears the rooster crowing, it will... are you listening?"

   Halfway through her speech, Pomona realized that the "audience" wasn't listening to her at all, so she frowned in anger.

  Snape was so absorbed in looking at the potion in the cauldron, as if it was a pot of black holes, sucking all his attention away, and he didn't care what happened to the whole universe.

   She is trying to convince him that the basilisk is a creature with the relationship between the food chain and natural enemies.

   But seeing this, she had no choice but to give up her efforts and walked to the workbench to observe the pot of potion with him.

   "Is fresh moon dew more effective?" She asked out of words, but got the old bat's stare.

   "Hey, I provided..."

   "If you can, find me some phoenix tears." Before she finished complaining, Snape said dryly and coldly.

  The basic potions of the water of life and death are all purifying, such as African sea salt, and moon dew that can be used as an antidote material.

   "How can I make a bird cry?" Pomona muttered.

  Snape no longer stared at her deathly. He focused on the cauldron. Pomona felt that its color was distorted in the moonlight, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was pink or peach.

   "Fox is like an actor, crying whenever he wants to cry." She said boredly, "Fake crying tears also have therapeutic effects?"

   "Tsk." He glared at her again impatiently.

   "Otherwise what do you want me to do, Severus? Are you going to let me beat Fox to tears?"

  He stopped warning her, and continued to stir the potion. He used a different technique from the textbook, turning 7 times counterclockwise and then 3 times clockwise.

   "The mysterious man could actually release the basilisk and let it defeat Lu Wei." Pomona pulled a freshly picked moon dew flower "but he chose the harp instead."

   "What are you trying to say?" he asked as he stirred the potion.

   "Is the mysterious man a dog owner?" Pomona asked, "Because he likes dogs, he can't bear to hurt Lu Wei?"

  He stopped stirring, looking at her in disbelief.

   "Your potion," Pomona reminded.

  Snape turned his head and continued to look at the pot of potion, but it seemed that he could not regain his previous concentration, and he looked a little annoyed.

  Pomona suppressed a laugh, and then Snape gently lowered the glass rod.

"What do you want to do?"

  She picked up the sloth brain he didn't have time to release just now "My poisonous tentacles need to be fertilized~"

The dragon manure Pomona uses is not "natural" dragon manure. She has made many adjustments to the composition of the fertilizer. The manure used for the poisonous tentacles needs sloth brain, which happens to be Snape's modified water of life and death. materials needed.

   He gritted his teeth and looked at her, looking like he wanted to pour some "venom" on her.

   "I can't offer you Phoenix tears, but would you like salt soda?" Pomona asked.

  He worked hard to clean up the unfinished water of life and death on the table, and did not answer Pomona's question, so she happily went to the preparation room of the greenhouse and took out two bottles of Muggle drinks that the students gave her.

  Sure enough, it should be served with Coke and soda in summer.

  However, when she returned to the greenhouse and found the sound of a harp inside, Snape didn't immediately prepare the potion.

  Listening to the elegant music of the harp, she slowly walked to the workbench, and then handed the salt soda in her hand to Severus.

  He held the can of Muggle drink, and instead of using a wand, he opened it with his fingers. He was very proficient at this, at least better than Arthur, who was said to be very interested in Muggles. He used a wand for the first time to drink a soda can, which caused the drink inside to spray out, spraying everywhere in the Burrow.

   "It's a pity we don't have a refrigerator here," Pomona said, just about to open the soda can in his hand.

   "Here," Severus said, offering Pomona the salt soda in his hand.

  She took it and found that it was cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

   "Thank you." She said politely.

"We are wizards, and magic allows us to achieve things that Muggle science cannot replicate." Severus said, took another bottle of salt soda, and did not see him chanting the spell, and the surface of the can was watered in the next moment fog.

   "You mean the basilisk?" Pomona asked.

   "No, I'm talking about the refrigerator." He said with a stiff face, opened the can and took a sip.

  Pomona regretted it a bit, she should have shaken the bottle of drink vigorously.

  She took a sip of the salt soda, and while it wasn't as sweet as Coke, it was just as good, with a hint of lemon.

  Magic is not a mysterious power that violates the laws of nature, it just allows those who can use it to use it in a way that Muggle science cannot replicate, and what it can do must follow rules and laws.

  For example, the refrigerator cannot pass Hogwarts' defensive magic, but the salt soda can.

   "Aren't you worried that the person who delivered your drink will be poisoned?" he asked jokingly.

   "What? Why?" Pomona asked strangely.

  He was so depressed that he took a sip of the salt soda.

   "Crabbe and Goyle, eating cake with sleeping pills."

  Pomona had nothing to say for a while.

  Crabbe and Goyle encountered the "floating cake" in the hallway leading to the kitchen, and they thought it was a new product with Billywig stings added. In fact, their family is not well off, and they don’t have money to buy Honeydukes products. After they arrive at school, they can open their stomachs to eat, but the school will not provide that kind of “unconventional” food.

   "Thank you, there is no suspicion that we administered sleeping pills." Pomona said, because the incident occurred near the kitchen.

   "You have no reason." Severus said calmly.

   "Of course." Pomona sneered, "The whole Hufflepuff Academy is rumoring that Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin. They are so scared, how can they help him?"

   "Not for that reason." Severus looked at her.

  Pomona looked at him inexplicably.

  He was about to speak when a cat-shaped Patronus appeared in the greenhouse.

   "I'll take her to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and you can watch Mr. Potter for me." The cat said in Minerva's voice.

   "What are you going to do?" asked Pomona.

   But the cat turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

   "The great savior Potter and his friends will be reunited soon." Snape laughed teasingly, "The healing effect of the tears of the phoenix is ​​really good."

  Pomona was thinking about another thing. Since Harry ran away from his "home" on Privet Drive, he lived in the Leaky Cauldron. If he was fine, why should he go back to Petunia's for the summer vacation.

   "Are you going tomorrow?" Pomona asked.

  He didn't speak.

   "If you don't go, I can do it alone," Pomona said.

   "I'm going to buy some potions tomorrow." He said calmly.

  She shrugged, she thought that the great potions master would spend another whole day in the cellar, but even if she went out to buy potions, it would be nice to be able to bask in the sun.

   "Let's go to bed early, and I have to get up early tomorrow." Pomona said, ready to start cleaning the workbench.

   Snape remained motionless.

   She got into her waist angrily, "Is it the same in your own classroom?"

   "Wait until I finish the salt soda." He said impatiently, "You too."

  She glanced at the soda she had taken a sip of, and drank it again in the spirit of not wasting food.

   "The evening primrose is blooming." He looked not far away and said.

  Pomona followed his line of sight and saw a small cluster of evening primrose not growing in the flower field, but outside.

  She couldn't think of anything smart to say, and continued to drink salt soda in a dull mood.

   "You know, Slughorn has an hourglass, and when he comes across a topic he likes, the time on the hourglass will slow down," Severus said.

   "I know, it's against relativity," Pomona said.

   "Do you think time is fast or slow?" Severus asked.

   "Then you have to bring me his hourglass." She said foolishly.

  He was thinking seriously.

   She tugged on his robe lightly, drawing his attention.

   "You don't really want to take his hourglass, do you?" Pomona asked cautiously.

   "No, I was thinking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester." Severus said deadpan "I don't think he likes the moon."

   After speaking, he took a sip of the salt soda and let out a sigh of relief.

  Pomona also took a sip of the salt soda.

  They were only notified when the school was about to start that a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had arrived. Originally, Severus thought that he would be able to change from a substitute teacher to a regular teacher this semester.

   "Don't you want to ask something?" Severus asked.

"what?"

   "What do you think?" he said.

"I feel good."

  He had that stiff face again.

  Pomona shrugged at him, took a sip of the salt soda, and belched.

   The belch sounded off-putting on the harp, it was so inelegant.

   But the person sitting next to her is "Snotty" Snape, not a prince. Does she need to care about maintaining her image?

   "I hope everything goes well this semester." She forcibly touched the "Cheers!"

   "Do you believe this?" He said harshly, but he still drank it in one gulp, then disappeared the empty soda can, and packed up the laboratory table with her.

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   "Ma'am."

  Georgiana turned her head and found that it was the Duchess of La Rochefoucauld, followed by her daughter Alice.

   "Why are you here?" Georgiana asked worriedly.

  Madame La Rochefoucauld suffered a head injury, but she cleverly covered it with a gorgeous hat, and there was nothing unusual except that she needed Alice to support her.

   "I think you need me." The Duchess of La Rochefoucauld smiled.

   But Georgiana felt she might not want to miss the occasion.

  Georgianna didn't poke her. She just turned around when there was noise outside.

  She listened carefully for a while...

   "Go and see," ordered her guardian, Richard Edgeworth.

  The French army colonel in charge of the guard went out, and the guests in the state banquet hall whispered.

   Georgiana ignored them.

  After all, compared to their strange eyes, the people who are shouting "witches" outside are more worthy of her attention.

  While waiting, she felt that the time passed extremely long. Although there was no stove beside her, and she was cold now, she still felt warm with the stove.

  (end of this chapter)