Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 249
"Is this the end of the day?" Hermione asked after leaving the Hogwarts kitchen, after the door had closed again.

"Of course, at least they didn't salute you. This is a big improvement. Come back with me in two days. Remember to bring Ariotte leaves."

"Oh~" Hermione looked extremely annoyed. Smart people are always short-tempered, and she must be impatient if they can't directly achieve their goals.

"The fruit needs to wait patiently to grow, you have to be patient, Hermione Granger."

"I really regret that I didn't come to ask your opinion. The banquet was prepared by Hufflepuff. Of course you are familiar with the house elves."

"Everyone misses out, but the mysterious man missed Mrs. Malfoy."

"I thought he'd missed Harry." Hermione said hesitantly.

"No, it was Narcissa who lied and said that Harry was dead. She risked her life to cover for Harry Potter just because she got the exact news of her son. She could go back on her word and tell the mysterious man that he was still alive, but She didn't do that, why do you think about it?"

"Can you tell me directly?" Hermione asked.

"I can't tell you, but you can ask her directly." Pomona took Hermione's hand. "You and she are the ones who changed the whole battle. I'm sorry for what I just said. I shouldn't blame you The dragon was let go, it must be because of hatred, right?"

"You're being emotional, and I think you've got a lot more problems than me." Hermione forgave her for being magnanimous.

"Now that Minerva is the principal, who is in charge of taking the new students?" They walked up the steps of the castle, and Hufflepuff students wearing yellow scarves passed by from time to time, but they didn't recognize each other. Out of Pomona Sprout.

"Guess." Hermione said with a mysterious smile.

"Don't tell me it's Neville." In Pomona's memory, Neville was still the clumsy boy who had been cast with a leg-locking spell by the bad boy Malfoy and jumped back into the Gryffindor common room like a rabbit.

"Professor Wilmina Graplan, that lady who likes to smoke a pipe."

"You're here, who's harvesting poison beard for Neville?"

"With Lavender Brown..."

Pomona looked at Mrs. Norris, who was running away in a hurry. She didn't recognize her at all now, and she seemed to be running away from something terrible.

She looked in that direction, and there was a man covered in black smoke standing in the middle of the corridor, who looked particularly like Mo Ran.

"Tomorrow you and Hannah are going to the Ministry of Magic." Pomona hurriedly said to Hermione, and then ran towards Severus who was exuding a terrible pressure.

"Where's Draco?"

"Our problems are more serious than his." He said blankly, putting his arms around her shoulders, and then she felt a squeeze, and they actually disappeared in the school.

It seems that being the headmaster is really beneficial, but the current headmaster is Minerva, can he do this?

This time they went straight back to the villa in Godric's Hollow, and he summoned a chair into the middle of the living room.

"Sit." He pointed to the chair and said, walking towards the small bar as quickly as black smoke.

"What trouble did I get into?" She didn't go there, she felt that he hated danger now.

"Trouble? Why do you think so?" He smirked, and then took out a wallet from the deformed lizard skin pocket, which contained a lot of prisons for torture and test tubes. He thought about taking one A black glass bottle, hold it and ask "Do you know what this is?"

"Bad luck." Pomona said blankly.

"This is ayahuasca, black wizards often use it as an auxiliary potion for Legilimency and Imperius, and it can break the brain defense." He suppressed his anger and said, "You always like to play spy games, let's play now Play, this level is called interrogation, sit down, don't let me say it a third time."

"If you want to ask a question, just ask."

"I'll take my bet, three drops of Veritaserum."

"Just ask the question, Severus." Pomona stared into his dark eyes, which were fast becoming hollow.

"Are you still a spy?"

"No." She used Occlumency and hid in the Forbidden Forest.

"Who was the guy you almost used Veritaserum to steal information from?"

She remembered her own crystal ball, it seemed that even putting it in the interspatial bag would not be safe.

"You." She paused, "I used Legilimency on you when you were unprepared."

"When?" He asked grimly and coldly.

"Just like what you did to me, at that time." She said softly, "There is no guard or relaxation, you were shaking all over at that time."

He laughed "It seems that sooner or later we will kill each other, just like Grindelwald and Dumbledore, do you know why you have no influence on Dumbledore? Not because he is powerful, but because he likes it It's a man!"

"You nonsense!" she cried excitedly, and the next moment he pointed his wand at her, the scene flew by, and in front of her was Mundungus Fletcher.

"Find someone for me." She said coldly.

"Who?" said the thief with a strong smell of alcohol and tobacco with a smile.

"Paritus, he is very well dressed, and he wears a pair of white silk gloves all the year round."

She suddenly noticed the man in black standing at the door of the kitchen. He never came to the kitchen in the basement, except for that one time. He usually held meetings in the restaurant on the first floor.

She pushed him out of her brain before spewing out more information.

In the quiet room, only her sobbing gasps could be heard, but this time he didn't feel happy at all. He looked at a point in the void, and his whole body was like a sculpture.

Peretus is one of the Death Eaters. That day he followed the Dark Lord to Godric's Hollow and killed Lily Potter and James Potter. But in the end, the Dark Lord was hit by a rebound spell and died. The body was gone, along with the real Gaunt ring on his finger.

When Dumbledore and the others arrived, there was only the crying Harry Potter, who couldn't disapparate with the baby. Their only way was to transfer Harry at the risk of violating the International Statute of Secrecy.

"Did you find it?" he asked dryly after a long while.

"Mundungus doesn't believe in fairy tales, so he brought that thing." Pomona said coldly.

"What favor did you give him?"

"Qian, you know he loves this."

"no others?"

"I gave him a pint of Riem's ​​blood, and anyone who drank the blood of Riem's ​​would be much stronger." Pomona sighed. "Don't tell anyone, please."

"Are you afraid that other members of the Order of the Phoenix will regard you as an accomplice in killing Alastor?" He lit a cigarette and started smoking, which he had never smoked before in the Order of the Phoenix. Something ripped Moody off the broom?"

"I don't know. There were only Moody and Mundungus at the time. Riem's ​​blood was hard to come by, and it was rarely sold on the open market. I thought he was going to sell it on the black market."

"In your eyes, I've always been a loser?"

"It used to be, but it's not now." She found that she couldn't move suddenly, just like the light and shadow binding technique he used to play around with him that day.

"You compare me to Ron Weasley." He gritted his teeth and said, "You still told Hermione about that!"

"I'm protecting your reputation, and it was James who was at fault."

"Oh, I don't care about the reputation, I just hope no one knows." He said in pain as if his face was swept away, "Are you going to print all my privacy in the newspaper like the savior?"

Pomona didn't know how to answer.

"No one thought that Dumbledore was gay, and I didn't think that, until I read the letters he and Grindelwald wrote, I, I don't want to have anything to do with the Order of the Phoenix anymore, if you dare to do it again, then we Just play, I will find a young woman to marry, have a few heirs, and I will tell the whole world about you cheating on me, you idiot."

"This is what I look like in your eyes? A fool?" Although she armed herself, she still couldn't help crying.

"What we are doing now, the white wizard and Grindelwald have done it before, hurting each other." He smiled and said, "I will not be like him, Pomona, I told you, I am not like him I will not lock you up like him."

After he finished speaking, he staggered away from the bar.

"Where are you going?"

"Think." He said coldly, "You stand there until I figure out a way. Anyway, I ask you to sit down and you don't want to sit down."

(End of this chapter)