Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 606

  "Have you read the book by Mopsiv Liebert? Hermione." Pomona asked.

  "British animal ghosts?" Hermione thought for a while and replied.

   "Yes, that's the one." Pomona nodded, "What do you think?"

   "What do you mean?"

  "Do you think the patron saint of the flesh and some magical animal images are related to animal ghosts?"

  Hermione began to fall into thought.

  Pomona continued to watch Neville quarrel with Hannah. Neville wanted Hannah to leave. Hannah said she would not leave. The scene was like a parting.

  It’s nice to be young.

  "Have you read the study of the actual and abstract results of natural death, especially the study of the reunification of mind and material?" Hermione asked.

   Pomona laughed loudly.

   "Of course, I haven't read it!"

  Hermione's small face suddenly stretched out.

"This kind of book is very difficult to read. I don't bother to read it." Pomona said comfortably, looking at the almost full moon in the sky. Although there was a heavy fog, I could still see it. "Only Severus That kind of bookworm gnaws on that kind of book."

"I saw it from the book Dumbledore gave me, and he mentioned it in the commentary." Hermione took out the book of Poems and Pedou stories from her embroidered bead bag. "Dumbledore What relic did you give you?"

  Pomona just remembered that Albus didn't leave anything for her.

  She is not rare for the old fool’s property, mainly because she wants to know what he will leave to her, maybe...she is not that important in his heart.

   "Did you know that Albus was married?" she said to Hermione.

"with who?"

   "Gellert Grindelwald."

  Hermione's mouth grew wide, looking stunned.

"There is a gamble between the teachers about who is Albus's favorite woman. Now all of us have lost." Pomona sighed. "He is actually a gay, can you believe it? Gellert intends to use it. The owl remarried."

   "How to remarry with an owl?" Hermione asked strangely.

  "Do you want to know what was written in their letter?" Pomona looked at Little Hermione wickedly.

   "No." Hermione immediately refused.

   "Coffee table." Pomona said with a smirk, "Aberforth and Ariana fool around at that table whenever they are away."

   "Oh, my God, stop talking!" Hermione screamed, covering her face, her ears blushing.

"I just met an animal spirit body. Chinese magic is very different from ours. That tiger looks like alive. It should be able to attack people just like Pepi ghosts. I remember that the battle of the Ministry of Magic At that time, the Dark Lord conjured a flaming giant python, do you think it was an animal ghost, or something else?"

  Hermione put her hand down after a while.

   "I remember, in the responsive house, I saw a lion-shaped flame chasing us."

"It's really surprising that Crabbe will use fierce fire spells." Pomona took out the heating kettle for travel, filled it with water like a spring, and waited for the water to boil to make tea. "The flame is also a substance. Although it has no weight, the silver-white mist that emerges from the tip of the wand has similar properties to fire, allowing ghosts to possess. Expecto means throwing away, patronum means guardian, that is to say, the guardian **** is a Is the shield right?"

   "I think the patron saint is a person's character embodied." Hermione said.

   "Interesting, do you think Severus is as timid as a deer?"

   "No!" Hermione yelled immediately as if she had suffered mental damage.

"Can you imagine that the patron saint of people like him would be a deer?" Pomona recalled the Slytherin chief who was dragging a black robe in the castle and was as terrifying as a bat. His patron saint was unexpectedly It's a deer, even if it's a bear as his patron saint, Pomona doesn't feel so offensive.

   "You are obsessed with him, right?" Hermione pursed her lips and smirked, looking like a thief.

   "You know Ron is the bottom of the date list..."

   "I know, but he has something cute too." Hermione smiled sweetly.

  "It is difficult to admit that a young person is more mature than yourself, Hermione, I used to teach him, but now he knows more than me."

   "The same is true for me. Compared to Harry, I just read more books, and I'm a little clever."

   "Do you think Harry is better than you?"

"In the sixth grade Gryffindor and Slytherin game, Ron thought Harry had added a blessing to his pumpkin juice, and suddenly became confident. In fact, Harry did not pour it in. Ron was just because he was confident. Only then did I play so well."

"I understand that bad trends in game theory will cause bank runs. During the Great Depression in the 1930s, everyone had no confidence in the economy. Later, the bank did not close down after the run time, and everyone’s confidence came back, and everyone deposited the money back. It's the bank."

   "Uh, what I want to say is that Harry is more flexible than me, I didn't think of this." Hermione stammered, "Hefpuff also wants to study game theory?"

   "I remember you took arithmetic fortune-telling as an elective. Do you know which college Brigitte Willock, the 13th-century arithmetic fortune-teller, belongs to?"

   "Hefpuff." Hermione answered without hesitation.

   "Right, Hermione, you are much smarter than Ravenclaw's male prefect." Pomona said with a smirk, "Do you think Hefpuff is an idiot, too?"

   "No." The Gryffindor little lioness replied tremblingly.

  "Game theory is a Muggle arithmetic and divination lesson. If you think about it this way, you will find it very interesting."

   "I heard that it is illegal for Newt to go to New York with a box of magical animals, and Rolf also brought a box of magical animals. Is that okay?"

   "In the 1920s, yes, now it is not as strict as before."

   "Why?"

   "How to put it, now the international secrecy laws are not as strict as before. Muggles can marry wizards. If Queenie lived in the modern age, she would not be with Grindelwald in order to be with Jacob."

   "You seem to know a lot about Scamander."

   "He is a celebrity of Hefpaff."

   "Ron's bedroom has a large stack of comics about The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miggs." Hermione grumbled frustratedly, "I told him to throw it away, and he refused to live or die."

  Pomona carefully closed her mouth.

  How did Ron, who likes Quidditch, likes to read comics, and his grades are so bad, and who has been entangled with Lavender, how did he chase Hermione?

   "Which of them is a Muggle?" Hermione asked.

   "Do you think Grindelwald will cooperate with Muggles?" Pomona said coldly, and her intelligence plummeted as soon as Ron Hermione was involved.

   "That Jacob, is he as crazy as Martin?" Hermione asked angrily.

"I do not know."

"I really don't understand why Ron likes reading comics so much! But he refuses to spend time reading serious books!" Hermione seemed to be in a certain state, with her hands flying constantly, as if she was about to tear the books of Ron. Into pieces.

   "I hope Severus can read less and experiment."

  Pomona remembered the scene every time she went to find him. He was almost like the witch in the fairy tale, studying the tormenting spells and potions in the basement all day long.

  "He used to see Quidditch and get some sun in school. Even so, he was as pale as a vampire. I wish he could see more sunshine."

   "I think he might have avoided burning after exposure to the sun." Hermione said suddenly.

  Pomona flew over with an eye knife.

   "I'm sorry." Hermione stopped the smile at the corner of her mouth, but after a long time she still covered her mouth and snickered.

   "You know that the real vampire is not a nobleman as it is written in Muggle literature!" Pomona exploded, the young man now.

   "I'm sorry." Hermione tried her best not to be amused by her own jokes.

   "Wait for the water to boil, make your own tea and drink." Pomona stood up and left.

  She didn’t want to watch those two fools quarrel anymore.

   "Yes, ma'am." Hermione chuckled and said, as if she already knew what Pomona was leaving for.

  (End of this chapter)