Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2698 Firebird Land ([-])

"If the basilisk is the natural enemy of the eight-eyed spider, then the rooster is the natural enemy of the basilisk. When it hears the rooster crowing, it will... Are you listening?"

In the middle of her speech, Pomona realized that the "audience" was not listening to her at all, and immediately frowned angrily.

Snape was so absorbed in looking at the potion in the cauldron that it seemed like a black hole sucked all his attention away and he didn't care what happened to the whole universe.

She is trying to convince him that the basilisk is a creature with the relationship between the food chain and natural enemies.

But seeing this, she had no choice but to give up her efforts and walked to the workbench to observe the pot of potion with him.

"Is fresh moon dew more effective?" She asked out of words, but got the old bat's stare.

"Hey, I offered..."

"Give me some Phoenix tears if you can," Snape said dryly and coldly before she could finish complaining.

The basic potions of the water of life and death all have a purifying effect, such as African sea salt, and moon dew that can be used as an antidote material.

"How can I make a bird cry?" Pomona muttered.

Snape was no longer staring at her deathly. He was staring intently at the cauldron, which Pomona found distorted in color in the moonlight, making it hard to tell whether it was pink or peach.

"Fox is like an actor, crying whenever he wants." She said boredly, "Fake tears also have healing effects?"

"Tsk." He glared at her again impatiently.

"Otherwise what do you want me to do, Severus? Are you going to let me beat Fox to tears?"

He stopped warning her, and continued to stir the potion. He used a different method from the textbook, turning seven times counterclockwise and then three times clockwise.

"The mysterious man could actually release the basilisk and let it defeat Lu Wei." Pomona plucked a freshly picked moon dew flower, "but he chose the harp instead."

"What are you trying to say?" he asked, stirring the potion.

"Is the mysterious man a dog owner?" Pomona asked, "Because he likes dogs, he can't bear to hurt Lu Wei?"

He stopped stirring, looking at her in disbelief.

"Your potion," Pomona reminded.

Snape turned his head and continued to look at the pot of potion, but it seemed that he could not regain his previous concentration, and he looked a little annoyed.

Pomona suppressed a laugh, and Snape gently lowered the glass rod.

"What do you want to do?"

She picked up the sloth brain he hadn't had time to release just now "My poisonous tentacles need to be fertilized~"

The dragon manure Pomona uses is not "natural" dragon manure. She has made many adjustments to the composition of the fertilizer. The manure used for the poisonous tentacles needs sloth brain, which happens to be Snape's modified water of life and death. materials needed.

He gritted his teeth and looked at her, looking like he wanted to pour some "venom" on her.

"I can't offer you Phoenix tears, but would you like salt soda?" Pomona asked.

He worked tirelessly to clean up the unfinished water of life and death on the table, and did not answer Pomona's question, so she happily went to the preparation room of the greenhouse and took out two bottles of the Muggle drink that the students gave her.

Sure enough, summer still needs to be served with Coke and soda.

However, when she returned to the greenhouse and found the sound of a harp, Snape didn't immediately prepare the potion.

Listening to the elegant music of the harp, she walked slowly to the workbench, and then handed the salt soda in her hand to Severus.

He held the can of Muggle drink, and instead of using a wand, he opened it with his fingers.He was very proficient at this, at least better than Arthur, who was said to be very interested in Muggles. He used a wand for the first time to drink a soda can, which caused the drink inside to spray out, spraying everywhere in the Burrow.

"It's a pity we don't have a refrigerator here," Pomona said, just about to open a soda can by herself.

"Here," Severus said, offering Pomona the salt soda in his hand.

She took it and found that it was cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

"Thank you." She said politely.

"We are wizards, and magic allows us to achieve things that Muggle science cannot replicate." Severus said, took another bottle of salt soda, and did not see him chanting the spell, and the surface of the can was watered in the next moment fog.

"You mean the basilisk?" Pomona asked.

"No, I'm talking about the refrigerator." He said with a stiff face, opened the can and took a sip.

Pomona regretted it a little. She should have given the bottle a good shake.

She took a sip of the salt soda, and while it wasn't as sweet as the Coke, it was just as good, with a hint of lemon.

Magic is not a mysterious power that violates the laws of nature, it just allows those who can use it to use it in a way that Muggle science cannot replicate, and what it can do must follow rules and laws.

For example, it is impossible for a refrigerator to pass Hogwarts' defensive magic, but salt soda can.

"Aren't you worried that the person who delivered your drink will be poisoned?" he asked jokingly.

"What? Why?" Pomona asked strangely.

Depressed, he took a sip of the salt soda.

"Crabbe and Goyle, eating cake with sleeping pills."

Pomona had nothing to say for a moment.

Crabbe and Goyle encountered the "floating cake" in the hallway leading to the kitchen, and they thought it was a new addition to the billywig sting.In fact, their family is not well off, and they don’t have money to buy Honeydukes products. After they arrive at school, they can open their stomachs to eat, but the school will not provide that kind of “unconventional” food.

"Thank you, there is no suspicion that we administered sleeping pills," Pomona said, because the incident occurred near the kitchen.

"You have no reason," Severus said quietly.

"Of course." Pomona sneered. "The whole Hufflepuff Academy is rumoring that Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin. They are so scared, how can they help him?"

"Not for that." Severus looked at her.

Pomona looked at him incredulously.

Just as he was about to speak, a cat-shaped Patronus appeared in the greenhouse.

"I'll take her to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and you can watch Mr. Potter for me." The cat said in Minerva's voice.

"To what?" Pomona asked.

But the cat turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

"The great savior Potter and his friends will be reunited soon." Snape laughed teasingly. "The healing effect of the tears of the phoenix is ​​really good."

Pomona, on the other hand, was thinking about another thing, since Harry had been living in the Leaky Cauldron since he ran away from his "home" on Privet Drive, if he was fine, why should he go back to Petunia's for the summer.

"Are you going tomorrow?" Pomona asked.

He doesn't speak.

"If you don't go, I can do it alone," Pomona said.

"I'm going to buy some potions tomorrow," he said calmly.

She shrugged. She thought that the great potions master would spend another day in the cellar, but even if she went out to buy potions, it would be nice to get some sunshine.

"Then go to bed early, and you have to get up early tomorrow." Pomona said, ready to start cleaning the workbench.

Snape didn't move.

She got into her waist angrily, "Are you like this in your own classroom?"

"Wait until I finish the salt soda." He said impatiently, "You too."

She glanced at the soda she had taken a sip of and drank it again in the spirit of not wasting food.

"Evening primrose is blooming." He looked not far away and said.

Pomona followed his line of sight, and there was a small cluster of evening primrose not growing in the flower field, but outside.

She couldn't think of anything clever to say, and continued to drink the salt soda in a dull mood.

"You know, Slughorn has an hourglass, and when it comes to topics he likes, the hourglass slows down," Severus said.

"I know, it's the opposite of relativity," Pomona said.

"Do you think time is fast or slow now?" Severus asked.

"Then you have to bring me his hourglass." She said foolishly.

He was thinking seriously.

She tugged on his robe lightly, drawing his attention.

"You don't really want to take his hourglass, do you?" Pomona asked cautiously.

"No, I was thinking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester." Severus said deadpan, "I don't think he likes the moon."

After speaking, he took a sip of the salt soda and let out a sigh of relief.

Pomona also took a sip of the salt soda.

They were only notified when the school was about to start that a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had arrived. Originally, Severus thought that he would be able to change from a substitute teacher to a regular teacher this semester.

"Aren't you going to ask something?" Severus asked.

"what?"

"What do you think?" he said.

"I feel good."

He had that stiff face again.

Pomona shrugged at him, took a sip of the salt soda, and belched.

The hiccup sounded so off-putting on the harp, it was so inelegant.

But the one sitting next to her is "Snotty" Snape, not a prince, so should she care about maintaining her image?

"I hope everything goes well this semester." She forcibly touched the "Cheers!"

"Do you believe this?" He said harshly, but he still drank it all in one gulp. Then he cleared the empty soda can and cleaned up the laboratory table with her.

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"lady."

Georgiana turned her head and saw that it was the Duchess of La Rochefoucauld, accompanied by her daughter Alice.

"Why are you here?" Georgiana asked worriedly.

Madame La Rochefoucauld was wounded in the head, but she was cleverly concealed by a gorgeous hat, and there was nothing unusual about it except that Alice needed to be supported.

"I think you need me." The Duchess of La Rochefoucauld smiled.

But Georgiana thought she might not want to miss the occasion.

Georgiana didn't poke her, and she turned around when there was a commotion outside.

She listened carefully for a while...

"Go and see," ordered her guardian, Richard Edgeworth.

The French colonel in charge of the guard was out, and the guests in the state banquet hall murmured.

Georgiana ignored them.

After all, compared to their strange eyes, the people outside who were shouting "witches" were more worthy of her attention.

While waiting, she felt that the time had passed extremely long. Although there was no stove beside her, and she was cold now, she still felt warm with the stove.

(End of this chapter)