Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2722 Firebird Land (Thirty)

  Miss Dumont from France really came prepared, she even brought an invisibility cloak. Although it is not as expensive as Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, nor as rare as Pomona's invisibility cloak, it is only made of invisible animal hair, but it is enough for a foreigner like her to move freely in Hogwarts up.

   "I don't understand, she didn't throw her name into the Goblet of Fire."

  Pomona looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand and said.

   Neville borrowed it from Harry, and Harry gave it to him without asking what he wanted.

   "Why does the name have to be put into the Goblet of Fire to show up on the Marauder's Map?" Neville asked.

  Pomona did not answer Neville's question, because she found that Miss Dumont's footprints were missing in the corridor of the library on the second floor.

She didn't expect the ladies from Beauxbatons to take a fancy to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's common room after cleaning Castle Pomona, she didn't expect them to even see Ravenclaw's common room. He didn't live there either, and lived in his own carriage.

  The carriage has cast the space expansion spell, not only has enough rooms, but also has a library, if Dumont wants to study by himself, why not return to the carriage, but come to the Hogwarts library?

   "It's like this again." Neville said, "She also disappeared here last time."

   "Take me," said Pomona.

   "Yes!" Neville put away the map, and the two ran towards the library together.

   "Longbottom!"

  The two of them didn't run very far when they heard a roar. It turned out that Moody limped over with a cane.

   "Professor." Neville obediently greeted Moody, and stood obediently like a good student, hiding the Marauder's Map behind his back.

  Moody's magic eye looked at Pomona, and his normal eye looked at Neville.

   "Your friend is in trouble now, why don't you help him?" Moody said in a rough voice.

   "I think Ron and Hermione are enough to help him." Neville said calmly, "I can't do anything about that golden egg either."

  Pomona smiled.

  Although you can guess the content of the next level by putting the golden egg into the water, Harry must find a way to stay in the water for an hour, which cannot be solved by the Flying Curse.

   "Good afternoon, Professor Sprout." Moody said, "May I ask, what are you doing in the castle at this time?"

   "I'm tutoring Mr. Longbottom's homework," Pomona said.

   "I thought you should be more concerned about Cedric Diggory, one of the champions of Hogwarts. He belongs to your college, right?" Moody said.

   "Yes, he currently has Minerva in charge of directing, just like you direct Harry." Pomona said. "Do you think there is any problem, Alastor."

   "What homework are you doing, show me." Moody reached out to Neville, as if asking him to hand over the parchment behind him.

   "If you want to have tea with Neville, next time, we have other things to do." Pomona said, and left with Neville.

  Since Moody demonstrated the Unforgivable Curse in class and made Neville feel uncomfortable, Moody often asked Neville to drink tea. When did "Mad-Eye" actually have a hobby of drinking tea? It would be strange enough if he didn't smell of boiled cabbage.

   But according to the current situation, the tea does not seem to be poisonous, and there is no such thing as Veritaserum. If Moody wants to know any secrets about Harry Potter, he can just ask.

   "The prank is complete!" Neville pointed his wand at the Marauder's Map, and soon the map turned into an ordinary piece of parchment.

There are some "secrets" that only children know, and if Harry hadn't been overwhelmed by the question of the golden egg, he wouldn't have lent Neville the Marauder's Map without asking, but Neville wasn't like some Children don't trust adults like that.

   Soon they reached the second floor of the library, and saw no one except the occasional Hogwarts students passing by.

   Waiting until there was no one else, Neville took out the map again, as if he wanted to confirm whether Dumont wearing the invisibility cloak had reappeared.

   "Wait," said Pomona, drawing his wand.

   "Apparevestigium."

  A puff of golden smoke burst from the end of her wand, covering the entire corridor.

   Originally, Dumont had left not long ago, so the traces left behind should be fresh, but she was wearing an invisibility cloak, so she didn't show her figure.

  If it was Scamander, he would bring a Niffler, which he did when he tracked Tina in Paris before, or if he had a dog, he could track it based on the smell.

   "I have a better idea." Pomona said to herself, looking around, "What strange things did you see just now?"

   "Over there!" A portrait of an aristocratic man with a hunting dog pointed to the painting diagonally opposite him. "I saw it move."

  Pomona looked in the direction he pointed, and found that it was a portrait of Helena Ravenclaw. At the same time, she lowered her head, and there was a pair of footprints, as if someone had just stood there.

   "Can you open the door for me?" Pomona asked politely, but Helena didn't answer.

   "She can't talk," says another portrait of a bespectacled man, poking his head under the cover of a newspaper in his hand, "but I heard what the person who went in said."

  Neville stared at the scene in disbelief.

   "What did she say?" Pomona asked.

   "Can you tell me what happened?" the portrait said.

   "Say it now, or I'll find another place for you," Pomona threatened.

   "Ha, you think I'd be scared." Take the newspaper portrait as if trying to teach Pomona a lesson.

   "Operaomnia, which means..."

  Pomona didn't wait for the other portrait to finish, and walked directly to the portrait of Helena.

   "Operaomnia," she said to Helena as well.

  Helena didn't say anything at all like the fat lady, and the door behind the portrait opened, revealing the dark passage behind. The wind blows out from inside, as if there is a large space behind.

   "Let's go," said Pomona.

"where are we going?"

   "You'll find out later."

  Pomona finished speaking, and with her wand, lit the torch in the increasingly dark corridor at dusk.

  Man fears death like a child fears going into the dark.

  Dumont does not seem to be afraid of the dark, but as an outsider, she is not familiar with the secret passages of Hogwarts. She cannot enter after the castle is locked, so she can only act at this time.

  Before meeting Moody, Pomona didn't have such thoughts, and now she felt that it was time for Neville to face some things by himself.

   They made it all the way to the Slytherin Vault, and the students saw the duo with no apparent surprise or concern, as they often sent herbs to the Vault.

   "Why are you here?" Neville asked.

  Pomona first glanced at the potion office, but found that there was no one there, and then she noticed movement in the storage room next door.

   It seems that it's not just Neville, she also has some problems to face.

  Pomona listened to the curses inside and thought, she hasn't been to the cellar since Christmas, and Neville has been given all the work of delivering the medicinal materials.

   "Severus," she called from outside the door "Are you free?"

  The cursing inside stopped.

   After a while, the door of the storage room opened silently, and the sallow face of the Potions Master appeared behind the door.

  His brows were furrowed tightly and his teeth were clenched. His eyes stayed on Pomona for a while, until he saw Neville behind her.

   "What do you want to do?" He said coldly.

   "Do you have a perception potion?" Pomona asked in a low voice.

  He didn't even ask, he just climbed up the ladder behind him, took down a bottle of blue potion from the high shelf, and then walked down the ladder back to the ground.

   "What you want." He said stiffly, and handed the potion to her.

   "Take it quickly." Pomona grabbed Neville's arm and pushed him forward, allowing Neville to face his former Boggart directly.

   "What do you want this for?" Snape asked with a smile as if he had noticed something interesting.

   "We found a secret passage." Neville said nervously, "No, we didn't find it. Audrey Dumont found it. I followed her..."

   "Get to the point!" Snape slickly stopped Neville from chattering.

   "I want Neville to explore, this potion can improve his perception in the dark." Pomona said.

   "What!" Neville seemed to be hearing about this for the first time, and in fact he did, looking at Pomona in surprise.

   "You have to go the rest of the way by yourself." Pomona patted Neville on the shoulder earnestly, "Go on an adventure like a Gryffindor."

   "Take it!" Snape forced the potion into Neville's hand.

   "But... I don't know what's in the secret passage?" Neville said in a panic.

   Snape smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

   "Worse than dragons, spiders, and basilisks?" he said sinisterly.

   Neville looked embarrassed.

   "I, I want to go to the toilet." Neville said in a daze, and then ran away.

   "He's about the same as a Squib." When Neville ran away, Snape looked at Pomona, "Are you sure you can let him go to a dangerous place alone?"

  "If he feels that he can't face it and needs help, he will find someone to ask." Pomona looked at Neville's back. "If you need help at Hogwarts, you just need to ask."

  Common experiences will make Neville gain friends, just like Ron and Hermione.

   "What were you cursing just now?" She turned her gaze to Snape.

  His eyes were deep and dark, like a bottomless pit.

   "My medicine was stolen." He said in a tone without any ups and downs.

   "I thought you were used to it," Pomona said.

  Almost everyone at Hogwarts knows that there are many precious medicinal materials in the potions professor's private collection, which cannot be bought outside.

   "I want to put a ban on the upgrade door." He folded his hands on his stomach, and this look seemed to make him full of power.

   "That's going to hurt the kids," Pomona said. "And don't you already have restraints?"

   "The situation is different now, some outsiders have entered the school." He said softly.

   "Like Igor Karkaroff?"

  He didn't answer.

   "You can't use black magic on a child," Pomona said.

   "If they don't touch things that don't belong to them, they won't be harmed by black magic, and they are lucky enough not to be poisoned by the medicine they made themselves." He said plausibly.

   She couldn't understand why he always wanted to antagonize Dumbledore, and what good it was to him.

  Of course, she doesn't like Dumbledore's approach so much, conniving children to take risks.

   "You didn't finish everything in the end."

   "Not everything is the same. The eggshells of birds and snakes have not been filled yet."

  Hogwarts has birds and snakes, but they haven't laid healthy eggs in years.

   There is also Muggle Jacob, Scamander gave him the eggshell of a bird and snake, and asked him to make a bank mortgage. This substance looks a lot like silver. It has other uses as a potion, and is cherished even by the wizarding world.

   "I will make it up to you." She said calmly.

   "Come in." He opened the door further "I'll tell you what's missing."

   Even if she is an idiot, she knows that she can't go in at this time.

   "I'm going to prepare dinner."

  She quickly found an excuse and left the cellar.

   "You're not sincere!" Snape said behind her.

   Whatever he says, she thought evasively. He must have been drunk at Christmas, and he was dazzled by the charm of the mixed-race Veela, as long as nothing happened, everything can return to the way it was before.

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   Many buildings in New York were destroyed during the Obscure events, but this did not include Muggle Jacob's home, which was brought down by the magical beast in the Twist Box.

  Jacob was unharmed in the accident, although he passed out unconscious, he was bitten by a muttra rat.

   The tumors on the back of the Motra rats can be eaten after pickling, which can enhance people's resistance to curses and bad luck, but there will be some adverse reactions when they are fresh or bitten by the Motra rats. When Scamander delayed providing Jacob with treatment, he didn't want to.

  The usual method of Motra Rat Essence is to smash the tumor, filter out the meat residue and leave the juice, and then pickle the juice. In addition to eliminating adverse reactions, it also has the effect of prolonging the efficacy of the drug.

  Each pharmacist has his own secret pickling recipe, which is also included in Cassino's notes. Of course, drinking too much medicine can also cause purple hair. As Paracelsus said, the difference between poison and medicine lies in the dose.

  Georgianna followed Humeizi's cry and walked forward. After losing the bet, McLagan ate a catty of Humeizi's eggs. His willingness to gamble and admit defeat is really worthy of "advocacy".

  After walking for an unknown distance, she heard a whisper coming from the depths of the unfinished, empty palace corridor.

  When she passed the Slytherin lounge, she saw the Slytherin students "plotting" by the fire how to spend Christmas.

   Originally, she didn't want to meddle in this business, but this is not Hogwarts.

  So she approached cautiously and listened to what they were talking about.

  (end of this chapter)