Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2766 Tome and Scroll
Pomona made apple crumble.

There's actually no milk in it, but "a lot" of butter, and it smells sweet and tantalizing, albeit a bit greasy.

She took a picnic basket and came to an ancient bookstore in Hogsmeade. Sirius often went there recently, not even Zoko, which he and James usually loved to go to.

"Welcome." The owner said listlessly, his highly myopic eyes resembled the compound eyes of a dragonfly.

Pomona didn't stay on the first floor, but went directly to the second floor, where Sirius had a small room, and he was concentrating on researching information.

She didn't bother him, and sat down in the corner with her picnic basket in her arms.

He is designing a special map, and it is said that because the entire magic school is built with ancient magic, he wants to find clues.But the entire school library, even the restricted section, has no literature, so he needs to come outside the school.

Many people have seen Sirius playing Quidditch, Sirius who was rebellious and contradicting Filch, but few people have seen Sirius reading a book.

But no matter how beautiful the face was, it would be tiring to look at it for a long time. Pomona couldn't help but yawned.

"When did you come?" Sirius asked.

She quickly covered her mouth, hoping that he didn't see her "roaring dragon" just now.

Sirius smiled.

"What did you prepare, it smells so good."

As he spoke, he ran to her and lifted the picnic basket.

"Apple crumble," said Pomona.

He didn't care much about what she said, chewing on it.

"How's it going?" Pomona asked.

"Here you are." Sirius handed her a pile of old books, then took the remaining souffle and continued to search for information.

Pomona looked at the dirty parchment and felt the need to remind him not to eat while reading.

But Sirius thinks that his mother Walburga is always "telling him" at home, and she doesn't want to go home at all. She even went to Scamander's house for summer vacation and bought a hippocampus with wings beast.

In order not to make people feel annoying, Pomona didn't say anything, and picked up the information and started to read it.

This is a big tome about vampires. In the 15th century, there was a French aristocrat named de Rice who was once Joan's comrade-in-arms. John of Lancaster fought, was commended, and made Marshal of France.But after Joan was captured and burned to death, he retreated back to the territory and began to study alchemy. He hoped to use blood to create the "Philosophy's Stone", tortured about 1427 children to death, and was later executed. Burned at the stake.

His territory is in the west of France, where there is a castle of Champtosse on the Loire River, and two French wizards went to investigate:
We were intoxicated by the magnificent scenery along the way, although the sky was gray, the hillside in front of us was covered with lush forests, and the steep hills could be seen in the distance, with clusters of green trees and farmhouses covering each other, and flowers blooming everywhere apple tree.

People call this area "the middle ground", the post road winds in between the mountain roads, I don't understand why I have to go in such a hurry, although this road should be smooth in summer, but now the road condition is bad, I am very worried Regret eating the same bacon and beef cubes as the London roast cat at noon.

The coachman leaned forward and let the carriage continue to gallop. When we walked on the white gravel road, the only light came from the lights of our carriage, and it was pitch black ahead.The branches arched over our heads, and we seemed to be walking through a tunnel, and I saw many wolves, their eyes gleaming in the dark.

The horses seemed to be frightened, and they jumped up and down trying to break free from the reins. The coachman tried his best to keep them from jumping around. After a while, the horses calmed down, and the wolves disappeared.

Mr. Mithias told me not to worry, Muggle ghosts are not scary, and only Rice is the one we have to worry about, but that didn't do any consolation.

Suddenly I saw a cluster of blue flames flickering faintly on the left side of the road, and the coachman saw it too, and he stopped his horse immediately.

When she saw this, Pomona felt itchy on the back of her hands, and when she turned the book over, the hairs stood on end.

"what!!!!"

She jumped up, screaming like she was dying.

Sirius immediately came over to investigate, and he quickly found the black spider on her arm.He bravely grabbed her hand, slapped the spider to the ground, and crushed it to death.

"I thought it was something." Sirius complained, "It turned out to be a 'bookworm'."

Pomona was about to cry, though she wasn't afraid of spiders.

"What happened?" The boss came up to check after hearing the screams.

"Don't worry, nothing happened." Sirius said indifferently, and looked at Pomona again. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she twitched.

"There may be curses in these books, be careful, I'm not responsible," said the boss, and left.

"Be careful, Sirius," said Pomona, levitating the old book with his wand, and turning the pages without touching it again.

"What are you looking at?" Sirius asked.

She was going to say she was a vampire, and that's what the biography in the book said.

"A dark wizard," said Pomona. "It's like the dark wizard of Azkaban, but instead of Muggle sailors, he uses children."

"He's making dementors too?" Sirius asked.

"He wanted to make the Philosopher's Stone," Pomona said, looking at the book, "but I think he might have made other monsters too."

"What monster?" Sirius asked.

"I'm watching," Pomona replied.

"Call me if you find anything." Sirius said, and then went back to check the information.

Pomona turned her eyes to the book.

The coachman drew the cross on his chest and took out his rosary. After murmuring for a while, he yelled at the horses, intending to turn around.

Of course we couldn't turn around, and Mr. Mitias asked the coachman to stop his behavior immediately.But the coachman said he would rather abandon the car and leave than move on.

Mr. Mitias opened the car door, took out his wand, and went to check the "wild-wisps".A dog barked from a farmhouse far ahead of the road, and the temperature became colder and colder, and soon everything around us was white, made of fog.

Mister Mithias cast a defensive spell, which formed a spherical shield in the mist and approached the fire.

The fire was so weak that it couldn't even light the place around it.At this time, a strange hallucination suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Mr. Mitiash became transparent, and I could even see flickering flames through his body.

This scene is too bizarre, I think it must be a mistake, it may be an illusion caused by long-term visual fatigue in the dark.

Then the moonlight broke through the dark clouds and peeked out from between the branches, the wolves started howling, the horses struggled more violently than before, I think I saw the blue flame turn red at the same time, and I also saw He saw a huge red monster that looked like a wolf, with white fangs, a long tongue, and strong limbs.

I almost collapsed in fright and yelled and slammed on the car door, trying to remind Mr. Mitiash.The coachman was the first to react. He slammed his whip, shouted loudly, made a 180-degree turn, and drove towards the direction we came from.

After they disappeared into the night, I felt a strange chill, followed by a terrible silence, and I thought I should go back to Mr. Mitiash.

But fear prevented me from speaking or moving, and the billowing dark clouds covered the moon again. We walked in the dark, and time seemed to have frozen.

When we came to the "middle ground", the carriage stopped once, and I opened the door, and the apple tree blossoms fell with the wind and landed on the grassland. Not far away were rolling hills, which looked like It's a creeping hound.

At this time, we met several villagers. Even ordinary farmers had spears prepared in their carts. The shafts of the spears were carefully polished, and an ax was inlaid at one end.

"The dogs here are fierce." The farmer driving the cart joked, "Will you come with us?"

"No." I said, "We're going back."

"Okay." The coachman handed me the whip, and then he turned and got into the peasant's carriage.

I realized I couldn't go alone and I had to contact the council as soon as possible and report this to them for support.

We need to recruit more people, the more the better.

"Find useful information?" Sirius asked.

"No." Pomona tossed the tome aside and flipped through the next "just a horror story."

(End of this chapter)