Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 36 LivingDeath

  Pomona knew that Snape had a high potion talent, but she didn't expect Slughorn to have such high expectations of him that she actually let a freshman try to make a living **** potion.

  That's a high-level potion. Some professions don't need it at all. You have to wait until the sixth grade to learn. Compared with these two people, her talent can be called mediocre, but what about? She will be very rich in the future, and the geniuses need funds to continue their research. At that time, they will not ask for her sponsorship.

She will become "sugarmommy" in the future. A handsome and talented junjie let her pick it up. It was only this idea that a little elf dropped a clod of soil on her head, so pain that she couldn't help but wailed, Snape watched. She laughed happily when she was suffering.

  You can laugh clearly, why are you always sullen?

  You are obviously not happy, why do you have to pretend that kind of smirk?

   This kind of controversy that appeared in Pomona’s mind may not stop until the end of the world. How could people from two different worlds live together?

Snape was boiling Humeizi killer, this medicine can make Humeizi paralyzed by just spraying it with a watering can. It's just that this medicine is harmful to the human body, but he doesn't seem to care about his body at all. She finally understands that his head is greasy. How did her hair and terrible face come about?

   "You'll die early, Snape." Pomona wanted to remind him kindly, but a person with a weird temper like him would probably put his kindness on the ears, so it's better to just ridicule him and make him remember it.

   "You will live a hundred years, Martin." Snape said in a slow voice while stirring the potion in the cauldron, "with such a stupid head, giggling all day."

  "When will you start to make a living **** soup?" Before Pomona became angry, Lily quickly changed the subject.

   "Before Halloween at the latest." Lily Snape almost answered all questions.

Pomona just remembered. She hadn’t asked Angie when she would do it. If the all-out war between Slytherin and Hefpaff broke out before "she boiled out" the antidote, her dream of getting rich would be shattered. .

   "Snape, how about doing business?" Before he could answer, Pomona said, "How long does it take to boil a pot of antidote?"

   "How are you going to divide it?" Snape looked at the cauldron without raising his head.

Benefits generate motivation. If you give a lot of money, of course you have a high enthusiasm for work, and the time to boil a pot of medicine is short, but if you don’t give enough money, the great potion genius Mr. Snape will go to **** decoction. It's up.

  "I will get the materials, three to seven points."

   "Boil a pot a month." Snape answered without hesitation.

   "You are so greedy!" Pomona screamed.

   "Two months." Snape said coldly again.

   "Then how do you divide it?"

   "Counting Lily, we are 30% each, and you alone get 40%."

It sounds so cost-effective. Pomona said at the beginning that it was divided into three to seven. He still got 30%, but Lily and him are in the same group, which means that when he becomes him, Pomona will not only produce materials. , And accounted for 40% of the small head.

   "Despicable!"

  "Who is more despicable?" Snape stopped stirring the cauldron and looked at Pomona. "Aren't you going to let Lily help you for free?"

   "Well, Severus, I don't need my share." Lily calmed down, and Snape snorted and continued to lower his head to stir the cauldron.

   "No, he was right." Pomona simply agreed. "Just as you said, how long will it take to make a pot?"

   "With enough materials, one pot a day, but I want to remind you that bezoar and unicorn horns are hard to find."

  The unicorn's horns, she can find Hagrid to find a way, but bezoar is very difficult to get.

  Bezoar is the calculus of cows. Only one cow has one in a thousand cows, which is more precious than diamonds.

  "How many people can drink one pot of antidote?"

  "Looking at the situation of the poisoning, three people were severe and 20 people were mild."

  If you want to make money, you have to pay. The temptation of thirty-two Jin Jialong's antidote is right in front of you. Even if the war cannot be fought, she can find a place to sell it. The money invested in buying materials will not lose too much, but the time promised to Snape and Lily will be delayed for a long time.

   "Deal." Pomona reached out to Snape and deliberately did not mention the division of time for them. Snape scorned her and continued to observe the color of the potion in the cauldron.

   "Pomona, why did you think of selling antidote?" Lily looked at her worriedly.

"Perhaps soon, Slytherin and Hefpaff will go to war." Pomona put her hands back, her hands wrapped around her chest, with a high-pitched look. "It seems that you are a partner. Come on, Snape, I kindly remind you to be careful of the food on your table."

  Lily took a breath.

   "Just because you want to poison us?" Snape sneered and fixed his sight on her for the first time.

   "If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

   "It's illegal to poison people, you can't do that." Lily persuaded the two of them, "What if someone dies?"

   "So I want to make an antidote." Pomona looked at Snape provocatively. "The premise is that the antidote he made can really detoxify."

"The antidote is not omnipotent. It only covers most of the poisons. Some poisons are not detoxable." The pot of Humeizi killer seems to have been boiled, and several flying Humeizi are smelling it. All the smell from the cauldron fell to the ground, so Snape removed the fire and put the potion aside to let it cool.

   "Are you making excuses for yourself now?"

   "I just remind you to know how to behave and don't do stupid things that you will regret later." Snape also followed her appearance with his arms around his chest. "Don't think that Azkaban does not accept juvenile wizards."

  Pomona stared into his eyes. At such a young age, his eyes were apathetic, and they looked like two dark tunnels.

   "Why are you following him?" She heard another woman ask.

   "I thought he could teach me something." A man replied with exhaustion, "He used to be a great teacher."

  "Then have you learned what you want to learn?" the woman asked again.

   "Maybe there." The man hesitated for a long time and replied, "But I think she taught me more."

   "Why don't you always take the lesson, Hefpaff." Young Snape curled up his mouth with triumph. "You always mess with the wrong people."

   "And you always choose the wrong allies." Pomona also replied quietly, "Isn't the Slytherin wizards who followed Grindelwald the most in Britain?"

   Snape's face immediately became gloomy.

   "That was twenty-five years ago."

   "Some things cannot be forgotten over time." Pomona's tone also became blunt, "There are many war victims still alive!"

  They are like house elves, still suffering the consequences of war. Those who die may be happy, while those who are alive continue to live in hell.

   "They have nothing to do with me." Severus Snape said coldly.

   "No, Snape, they are related to you." Pomona sneered and said, "Because they are humans just like you."

Snape squinted like the last time he caught her out of Professor Slughorn’s office in the cellar, as if he had grasped her handle. This act reminded her of a snake, just a snake. The pupils are constricted longitudinally.

   "Human? Why do you use this term? Are you not a human?"

   "Of course I am a human." Pomona said, but she is a mixed-race. "There should be the materials you need in the greenhouse, bezoar and unicorn horns. I will find a way and start working."

  Snape glanced at the malnourished plants and sniffed.

   "Let’s get to work, Martin, I hope this greenhouse looks better when I come next time."

  "Aren't you here to help?" Seeing him about to leave, Pomona yelled out quickly.

   "I'm done with you. The potion is on the table. I don't need me here anymore." Snape said without looking back, "I will stay here for nothing but sitting in a daze."

   "Where are you going?" Lily asked.

   "Library!" Snape said, "I'm still where I was yesterday, Lily."

  "Are you doing homework with us today?" Lily turned to ask Pomona.

   "No." Pomona took the dirty watering can out of the bucket and threw it on the table. "I have other things to do."

   "Okay, then." Lily shrugged again, "What are we going to do next?"

   "When this **** potion is cold, use it to spray the entire greenhouse."

   "It's easy." Lily took out her wand, cleared her throat, then waved it and said, "Quick cooling."

   "No! Lily!"

  Unfortunately, Pomona shouted too late.

  After experiencing a sharp increase in temperature and a sharp drop in temperature, the poor crucible was shattered, and the potion that had been boiled in it was spilled out.

  Some things can’t be done too hastily, and we can only wait slowly. Unfortunately, people are impatient now, so in the end they became self-defeating, just like the pot of potion, they failed in the last step.

   "Oh, **** it!" Lily jumped with her wand, and Pomona felt that she must want to take the regret medicine now, but unfortunately it was not sold. Even if it had, it was a magical tool, and most people couldn't get it.

  It’s not so easy to want to do it again, so every time you make a choice, don’t act impulsively, because choice is more important than hard work.

  Unfortunately, there are many people in this world who believe that hard work is more important than choice, and they do not learn from the experience of the predecessors at all. They always make wrong choices, and finally live their lives with others into a tragedy.

  (End of this chapter)