Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 624 "Monster Book of Monsters"

For Queenie, hearing those dark and full of negative emotions is not a joyful thing, but her talent is a natural mind catcher. Whether she likes it or not, she has to listen to those thoughts. Noisy sound.

  There are moments in your life when you did nothing, and the disaster came to you. The Chinese worked diligently to save money, but the wealth attracted wolves. There was no other way than to shoot them back with a gun.

There is a category of people who tend to use force to solve problems when they encounter problems. Their previous violent behaviors have given them the advantage of interpersonal relationships. They feel that the other party is afraid, retreat, and awe, and gain a sense of superiority and success from them, thus strengthening the offender’s violent tendency. Continue and upgrade.

  Dali is this kind of child, strong and stupid. Fortunately, he corrected it in time. At that time, he was still using his fist.

  The werewolf bites a Muggle. Not only will the Muggle not become a werewolf, it will even die from it. Even being caught by a werewolf may be fatal.

  In other words, Muggles must kill those fast, agile, and powerful monsters while ensuring that they are not injured.

  The werewolves were not rational before the advent of the wolf poison potion. With it, they can attack in an organized manner. Even if only one werewolf is rational, other werewolves will shift their offensive positions according to his "wolf howling"...

  How to fight is a man’s business, not to mention this is not her place, so Pomona "drinks morning tea" while reading the Daily Prophet.

  When Sirius escaped from Azkaban, the streets and alleys of the Wizarding World were plastered with his wanted photos. There were even reports in the Muggle TV news. There was no news about Azkaban’s escape this time.

   Azkaban was indeed too crowded. The departure of these prisoners also eased the pressure on the prison, and none of the most infamous ones ran away. They were not as aggressive as the fighting black wizards.

  Theodore Norte’s father and grandfather couldn’t fight Anthony Dokholov so much after being imprisoned for so many years.

  Today is only the third day that she will not sleep. When she thinks that she will not be able to sleep for the next four days, she feels very anxious.

  Tom Riddle, who doesn’t need to sleep after rebirth, will go crazy even if he doesn’t have a grumpy temper, not to mention that he himself is very cold and extreme.

  Pomona turned her summoning ring, weighing whether or not to ask Severus to have breakfast together, when she found a person standing beside her—Hermione Granger with very serious dark circles.

   "Don't say anything." Hermione sat down directly on the chair beside Pomona.

   "Sad night?" Pomona said while taking a sip of tea.

  "Are you still reluctant to tell me who is your inside line?"

"Do not."

   "Is he related to the riots on January 9th?"

"I do not know."

   "Then we have nothing more to say." Hermione picked up the chopsticks and ate the shrimp dumplings. She moved very skillfully. Obviously this was not the first time she had Chinese food.

   "What about your job, I mean the rights of house elves."

  Hermione frowned.

  She is going through a painful process. The relationship between her and Ron is not as good as when she was in school, and her career has just started. Then so many things happened, ordinary girls may not be able to hold it anymore.

  Pomona stopped talking and looked at the newspaper in her hand quietly.

   "I can't believe that someone sent me undiluted Balbo tuber pus." Hermione said suddenly angrily.

   "You mean... during the Triwizard Tournament, Rita Kist scribbled after you." Pomona recalled that many people saw it in the auditorium at that time.

   "No, I received it last week." Hermione suppressed her anger and said, "It would be terrible if it contained more dangerous items."

   "There is indeed a problem with the security of the Ministry of Magic, otherwise you won't get in so easily." Pomona sighed and said, that kind of ordinary staff entrance is really disgusting.

   "Kingsley wants to cancel the special entrance for the pure blood nobles, what should I do?"

   "Why do you care about this?"

   "He made me think." Hermione said sadly, "I've only been in the Ministry of Magic for two months."

   "I know you have stayed in the house-raising elf office for a while." Pomona said without surprise, "When will you be transferred?"

   "I don't know, I don't have any actual results yet, and I don't want others to think that I'm climbing up through relationships."

  Pomona thinks this topic is really boring.

   "Remember how Harry surpassed you in potions class when you were in sixth grade?"

   "Remember." Hermione said grimly, "He got the Half-Blood Prince's old textbook."

  "Did you have a crush on boys with good grades in your class when you were in elementary school?" Pomona said with a smile on her face as if she had been hit by the Imperius Curse.

   "I'm the number one in the class, always always." Hermione said coldly.

   "I don't like athletes very much, do you think Victor is cute?"

   "He is a big man." Hermione reminded her "I thought cuteness is a smaller size."

   "I don't care about looks so much..."

   "You just like Professor Snape, right?" Hermione murmured, "I can't believe it."

  "Don’t forget to be charming, dear, the faster a woman forgets charming, the faster she hates the world. You can try to seduce Ron."

   "What?" Hermione was stunned.

   "How do you usually flirt?"

   "Oh!" Hermione yelled as if mentally hurt, "When are you still thinking about this?"

"Anxiety will not help you solve any problems. Keep an optimistic attitude, dear, those things that can't kill us will only make us stronger. You should learn to relax yourself. Sometimes you really collapse. Too tight."

  Hermione calmed down, as if thinking hard.

  Pomona was under the table, rubbing her calf with her ankle, and Hermione immediately retracted like an electric shock.

   "Like this." Pomona smiled and said, "You can try it too."

  Hermione took a sip of tea and said expressionlessly, "Professor Snape is younger than you, how can you treat him this way?"

  Pomona felt like a monkey performing juggling and walking a tightrope on a unicycle. Hermione untied the tightrope and fell off the tightrope even though she was riding the bicycle firmly.

   "That's it, we officially have nothing to say." Pomona picked up the Daily Prophet on the table and read it.

   "You guys made out in front of me and didn't feel anything at first. Do you know how annoying you are doing this?" Hermione said irritably.

   "Jealous?" Pomona said with a triumphant smile.

   "No!" Hermione returned mercilessly, "I am not Lavender Brown."

  Pomona's face suddenly became ugly.

"What's up with her?"

   "You know what the girls say behind her, and you also prevent her from making friends with Neville."

"I stopped her and Neville not because she and Ron, but because she was bitten by a werewolf, even though it was not the night of the full moon." Pomona turned her gaze to the newspaper again. "I can't allow the cursed blood to enter. Pure blood circle."

   "So you support pure blood?"

"Everyone has their own living habits. Don’t forget what you did to house elves. You forcibly give to others what you think is good. Others may not accept it. Damn, Hermione, you remind me of the West. Reese's mother..."

   "I will not attach my soul to a picture like her after death, screaming and cursing guests."

   "You don't understand." Pomona said tiredly, "She is not just guarding the house, she is waiting for her sons to come home."

   "They always think that you and Professor Snape will be poisoned if you get too close to you. I can't believe I have defended you before."

   "Don't be radical, be patient, improve slowly." Pomona held her forehead and said, "It is unrealistic that you want everyone to accept that everyone is equal."

"Why are people stubbornly insisting that people are unequal?" Hermione touched her arm, and Bella left the word "mudblood" in that position. It was a trace of black magic and the black of Death Eaters. The magic mark cannot be removed either.

   "How did you cover up that smell?" Pomona changed the subject.

   "You'll know then." Hermione said so badly that "I don't know why I feel so anxious. I think I am not me at all."

   "Because the darkness is coming." Pomona looked at the clear blue sky outside. Today seems to be a good weather, and the full moon should be seen at night. "After eating and sleeping, you are not a monster after all."

  (End of this chapter)