Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 226
"That Gryffindor freshman, the Weasley boy, said he was bitten by a dog. I have never seen a dog bite wound that can turn the wound green." Madam Pomfrey from the infirmary told Si Professor Prout sued, "You should see the Dean."

"You shouldn't have told me about this. He's from Gryffindor College, so he should have reported it to Minerva." Pomona took the bandage and looked into the infirmary over Madam Pomfrey's shoulder. Enweasley's two friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, were with him, and Ron was talking in a hoarse voice, as if he was dying and giving his last words.

"The medicine in the infirmary did not relieve the condition. I think he should be sent to St. Mungo's."

"Don't be busy, we'll talk about it after the investigation is clear." After she finished speaking, she took the bandage and left. Her destination was Slytherin's cellar, the bedroom of a Potions professor who would rather die in pain than go to the infirmary to recuperate. , He was really bitten by a dog, but that kind of dog is not an ordinary dog, but a three-headed hellhound. Ordinary potions and healing spells are useless to its bite.

When she came to the door of his office, she saw the platinum-blonde Draco Malfoy coming out of his office, with a smug face all over his face, and she knew that he had done something wrong.

She shook her head secretly, walked quickly into the potion office, pushed the door open and entered, the head of Slytherin was walking with a limp on the table at the moment.

"You won't let Filch help you heal your wounds, and you won't let Madam Pomfrey help you change your dressings. Are you going to ask Dumbledore to make you a nice prosthetic when it's time for amputation?"

"Go away if you're not going to help me," he snarled at her aggressively.

"Then do you know that when something bites someone, the wound will turn green?" Pomona followed him into the bedroom naturally, and its entrance was behind a row of potion cabinets. Minerva is also a very private person. The furnishings inside are very simple, a wardrobe, a Slytherin-style four-poster bed, and several huge bookshelves. It is monotonous and boring, except for the white sheets. .

"Obviously, it was bitten by a venomous creature." He sneered. "Who was bitten?"

"Ron Weasley." When he sat down on the bed, Pomona knelt down and lifted up her pant legs to help him check, a strong smell of medicine immediately hit her face.

When she untied the bandage on his ankle, the green ointment had turned into a colorless and transparent mucus. At least that hideous wound was no longer bleeding, and it was slowly healing.

"How long will this medicine be changed?"

"One month." He frowned, enduring the pain from wiping the wound with alcohol.

"I saw little Malfoy just now, what is he doing here?" She tried to distract him by chatting.

"He gave me this book." Severus shook the book in his hand, a letter floated down from between the pages, and he immediately picked it up to check.

"Interesting." He raised the corners of his mouth and rolled up a smile. "Ron's brother Charlie is coming to Hogwarts to pick up a dragon."

"Dragon?" Pomona stood up in surprise.

He gave her the letter directly.

"No, I don't read other people's private letters." She said with a sense of morality.

His already ugly face was even worse.

"The dragon is at Hogwarts? How could I not know?" Pomona began to recall that in herbal medicine class about two weeks ago, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were debating whether to skip class or not. .They were talking so loudly that it was almost as if she didn't exist, and the reason they skipped class was to go to Hagrid's cabin to see something.

It was the first class in the morning, and most of the children didn't wake up. They looked as if they might doze off at any time. When it was recess, the three of them immediately put down their shovels and ran straight to Hagrid's hut.

Not long after they ran away, Master Malfoy also ran away. When the class bell rang, when the four of them came back again, Draco seemed to have grasped something about the trio, and smiled extremely maliciously. It was like this all week, the trio was on guard against him, and it wasn't long before Ron had a handkerchief wrapped around his hands, and not long after that he was in the infirmary.

"Did the letter say what kind of dragon it was?" Pomona became anxious now. If it was bitten by the Peruvian Venomous Dragon, she must be quarantined immediately, otherwise the dragon pox would be contagious in the school.

"You can see for yourself, saint." The Slytherin snake smiled slyly.

This time Pomona accepted the letter without hesitation. The letter was written by Charlie. The dragon was a Norwegian Shortridgeback. Get that out of the way, and they'll meet at the Tower at midnight on Saturday.

"Oh, hell, Hagrid has a dragon in his possession." Pomona was so jealous that she wanted one too.

"Illegal, hiding a dragon." The old Slytherin bat gritted his teeth, and said every word, "And that hell three-headed dog, where did he get it?"

"How do you know Hagrid has a dragon?" Pomona looked at him suspiciously.

"Draco saw it. The half-giant hatched the dragon eggs in the fire. I ignored him. Can you change the medicine for me?"

He growled like a fire-breathing dragon, and Pomona put the letter back in the book and went on changing the poor old bastard's bandages.

"Why didn't you ask Filch to change it for you!" Pomona lost her patience, she was sure that Filch would be happy to help him heal.

"His appearance is disgusting." He said with disgust on his face.

"What about Madam Pomfrey?"

"Ha ha ha, you are so funny." He said with a sour smile, which made people wish that a sleeping spell would knock him out.

"Are you okay, Pomona?" The elegant old Malfoy, full of classic beauty, appeared in front of her. At this moment, his son, Draco Malfoy, was sitting on the sofa in the study, Looking at her with weird eyes.

"I'm fine, thank you." Pomona took the mead that Lucius handed her, and took a big sip, before the feeling of being scorched by a raging fire dissipated.

"Last time, you said to let a dragon fight that hell three-headed dog to determine its strength. What's your idea?"

"It's impossible to get it from Romania. The wild British dragons have Welsh green dragons and Hebridin black dragons..."

"Bringing wild dragons into the school? Are you crazy?" Draco interrupted Pomona, "What damage did Harry Potter bring to the school last time with that Hungarian tree peak, and the winter vacation There are still many people in the school, what should I do if I hurt them?"

"Oh, Draco, you're so cute."

"I just don't want to cause trouble, we have enough trouble!" Draco said in a vicious voice, as if he was getting angry.

"If Romania and local wild dragons are not acceptable, is there any other way to get dragons?" Lucius Malfoy took up the conversation with a silver snake staff.

"Well, you can check to see if anyone has raised dragons illegally." She waved her wand, turning the empty wine glass into a fan "Draco, do you remember seeing Hagrid raising dragons privately in your first year?" The Norwegian Short Ridgeback Noble?"

"Of course I remember that McGonagall not only did not punish those who made mistakes, but also planned to put me in confinement." Draco said with disdain, "Justice? I really didn't see it. Fortunately, the godfather protected me."

"All in all, the dragon was picked up by Charlie Weasley's friend, I don't know who it is, there are many animals who regard the first creature they see at birth, whether it is the same kind or not, as their biological mother, just like It's the same as my bird and snake egg." Pomona took out her silver egg, "Noble may miss his mother very much, but he likes to bite people very much, and Lu Wei will do his best to protect his master from getting hurt. , By the way, the dragon's teeth are poisonous, it's best to prepare the antidote first, otherwise there will be no hell three-headed dog to guard you when Lu Wei dies."

At this moment, the snake egg suddenly broke through a crack with a "click", Pomona froze all over, and then shouted at Draco like crazy, "It's born! No, it's about to come out of the egg!" , quickly call your godfather!"

"They're having a meeting..."

"Go! Draco Malfoy!" Pomona snarled at him.

Xiaolong reluctantly had to leave, and Lucius and her were the only ones left in the study.

"I know, it's not for me to say this, but I still want to remind you, Sprout, you are not young anymore, pay attention to your body." Lucius shook his head with emotion, "Sissy and I I was not as crazy as you when I was young."

Pomona was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and slip in.

"Is it that obvious?" she asked after a minute or two of silence.

"Only ignorant children can't tell, with a little self-control, are you still a wizard?" Lucius Malfoy said with a face full of resentment.

(End of this chapter)