Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2799 Red Hunger ([-])

In the Hogwarts kitchen there is a "huge" cauldron, it is about the height of a giant, it is usually used to cook soup, occasionally stew, if anyone has it and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Likewise, a teenager with the appetite of a thousand mountain trolls would use that cauldron.

For Muggles, Halloween is just an ordinary holiday where you can dress up weirdly, but for wizards, it is a new year, and a luxurious banquet must be prepared so that people will not feel perfunctory.

"Your task is to stir it," Pomona said to Barnaby. "Don't let the top of the dish be cooked, and the bottom is mushy."

Barnaby looked at Pomona, and then he looked past her to the rest of the kitchen, before those looking at him looked away.

Among those staring at him were house-elves, members of the cooking club, and students who, like Barnaby, had been sent to the kitchen for detention.

"Okay, Professor." Barnaby said, picked up the huge wooden spoon next to the cauldron, jumped nimbly up the wooden ladder next to the pot, and rolled up his sleeves to stir the soup in the cauldron.

Pomona left the kitchen after giving her orders.

While magic can be used to achieve the same purpose, it's nice to see wizards use their muscles to work once in a while.

She hummed all the way to the auditorium and looked at the layout of the venue. This year's theme is not pumpkin lanterns, but vampires, and fake bats are flying around on the ceiling.

"This is not the effect I want!" Felius yelled, "Don't let me see the coffin again!"

The students who helped carried out the coffin covered with cobwebs.

Pomona looked around, the auditorium remained unchanged except for the ceiling, it was no different from usual.

"That's it?" Pomona asked Felicity.

"I'm still making arrangements!" Fei Liwei said angrily.

Pomona shrugged his shoulders sympathetically. The layout of the festival auditorium is labor-intensive every year, and it is a brain-consuming thing to have new tricks every time.

Just as she was about to leave, the vampire Snape had already walked over with a gloomy face. The darkness on his body was as real as it was, and even the surrounding brightness was dimmed.

It was Saturday and Sunday after Halloween, and Hogsmeade would definitely be crowded. If he wanted to find a place to eat, he might have to go a little farther.

"You're here to help, Severus?" Pomona asked with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Snape asked in a slightly haughty tone.

"What do you mean?" she smirked.

"That solitary student, Barnaby Lee, when did he go to the kitchen instead?"

"First of all, the content of his confinement has not been changed, and I am short of manpower." Pomona corrected, "Also, I have a question, why don't you let him go back to the Potions classroom?"

"I didn't stop him," Snape said.

Pomona couldn't believe he was talking nonsense like that.

As long as Barnaby showed up in the potions classroom, he would use various reasons to embarrass Barnaby, causing Barnaby to leave by himself.

"He passed his Potions grade," Pomona said in a warning tone. "You have no reason to do that!"

Snape suddenly turned his gaze to Felix, as if he was sneaking a peek at the situation here at any time.

He grabbed her hand and led her out of the auditorium.

When he reached the entrance of the auditorium, Pomona broke away from his hand.

"He has to understand what politeness is!" Snape said, "if he wants to stay in my class."

"Tell the truth," said Pomona without flinching. "It's because Barnaby knew about your sixth grade, right?"

He looked at her fiercely.

"You are a professor now, Severus, Hogwarts is a place with rules, you can't do whatever you want just because of your current status."

"And Sirius Black!" he exclaimed suddenly. "And James Potter."

"I thought you could stop being so childish," Pomona said coldly.

He gave an unpleasant smile.

"They're blessed, aren't they?" Snape said with a grin. "They're forgiven for whatever crime they've committed."

"No one said that," Pomona said.

"You haven't taught Black that you have to take responsibility for doing something wrong, so he is now in Azkaban, and no one will protect him anymore!"

Pomona almost wanted to slap him.

"It's all your fault." Snape said viciously, "I'm not like you, I'll teach them the lesson, what not to do."

He strode away when he had finished, his cloak like a sail filled with the wind.

Pomona was dizzy with anger, and it took a while to calm down.

Although what happened to Barnaby feels unfair, no one has come out to say something fair for him. The first is that he does not want to be targeted like Barnaby, and the second is to watch the "death eaters" fight each other.

"Have you finished reading this book?" A voice from the corridor interrupted her thoughts.

"Of course." Another student said.

What he handed to his classmates was Rohart's new book, The first year of traveling with the XZ snowman. When did Rohart go to XZ?

Annoyed as hell, she went back to the office to lie down for a while, then went back to the kitchen and returned to the auditorium when the dinner party started.

Feliway decorated the auditorium in red, which at first glance looked like Gryffindor's victory, but there was no gold in these decorations, and even the dining tables were covered with red doilies.

Pomona had heard that Durmstrang's school uniform was blood red, a color reminiscent of vampires.

The table was full of delicacies, but almost no one did anything, they all watched.

"What's going on?" Minerva asked, and she didn't even have to knock on the glass to silence everyone.

At first no one spoke.

"We're worried about food safety," said a Gryffindor boy. "I heard that a dangerous person has entered the kitchen."

Pomona looked at Ravenclaw immediately, and Barnaby was expressionless.

Pomona was about to stand up and say a few words. She had let Barnaby into the kitchen, but she was stopped by Kettleburn.

"So, are you going to waste this food and go to bed hungry?" Dumbledore asked everyone.

Still no one spoke, and a needle could be heard silently falling to the ground in the auditorium.

"As it is written in the history of magic, anger will not help us make wise decisions. When we come to a magic school to study, we not only learn how to use magic, but emotions also affect the display of magic power. Don't let it become a ferocious head. The raging beast, under the blind action, pushes everything into pieces."

At this time, the sound of knives and forks clashed on the long Gryffindor table, and Charlie put a piece of steak on his plate and ate it.

After he took two bites, the others began to eat one after another.

Compared to previous years, this year's Halloween was not as lively, but at least everyone sat on the bench and finished dinner properly.

Except for Severus Snape, who probably was sulking somewhere else, who didn't even eat dinner.

(End of this chapter)