Harry Potter Morning Light

"Borrowed, borrowed!"

Harry didn't go to St. Mungo's very often, and the last time he came with Ron and Hermione was to visit Rohart.

As a well-known person, Harry’s face is recognized by many people. When he appeared in a crowded hospital, it caused a lot of commotion. Both patients and family members were whispering, as if discussing why he came to the hospital. .

Harry had always disliked the attention, and he wished he had put on a mask to cover his face, but now was not the time to worry about it.

Ron was bitten by a swamp digger with black magic, probably bleeding profusely like Nagini's wound, and maybe even other problems, the point is that he didn't even know which department Ron was sent to , can only wander around in the hospital.

"Please wait, there was a patient just now..." Harry stopped a healer in a green robe casually, and was just about to ask a question, but found that the other party was actually Draco Malfoy.

"Sick? Who in your family is sick?" Draco said with a gleeful smile.

"I'm looking for Ron, do you know where he is?" Harry asked without hesitation.

"Ron Weasley, what's wrong with him this time? Did he break his wand again, Spit Slug?"

"He was bitten by a magical creature, similar to Nagini's bite."

The smile disappeared from Draco's face.

"Come with me." Draco said to Harry, instead of taking the elevator, he led him through the staff stairs, and soon came to the "dangerous" Day Llewellyn ward in the biological injury department on the second floor .

Hermione saw Harry coming, and immediately rushed to hug him, and then burst into tears.

"It's not that exaggerated, Granger." Draco said with disgust. "Dr. Hippocrates Smethyke will fix him."

"Hibercrat? He's the doctor who treated Arthur for his bite!" Harry said to Hermione.

Hermione nodded as she cried, "I know, they found an antidote for Nagini's bite."

"Then why cry?" Draco said impatiently.

"Ron's situation is more complicated than his. There are unknown substances in the saliva of that swamp digger, which caused him to hallucinate and may cause damage to his nerves and brain. Have you caught that swamp digger? Haha profit."

"No." Harry said guiltyly, "The situation was a bit urgent..."

"Go outside to reminisce about old times." Draco pushed the two of them out of the ward in a bad temper, and then slammed the door shut in front of them.

This might have woken Hermione up a bit, and she stopped crying.

"I heard old Malfoy say that Draco is not in the country now." Hermione stared at the door. "Why is he lying?"

"I heard that there seems to be a conflict between their father and son." Harry said, "Draco doesn't live at Malfoy Manor now."

"How did you know?"

"I'm an Auror." Harry smiled confidently, "The Malfoy family is still the number one suspect."

"That means old Malfoy wants Draco to leave England, and the situation is already so bad?"

Harry thought for a while, and told Hermione what he saw in the Death Swamp just now.

"My God." Hermione said in Muggle fashion, "How dangerous is that swamp?"

"It was luck that Ron came back safe and sound last time, of course, this time is the same." Harry said hastily.

"Are you going to notify the Aurors?" Hermione asked.

"I'm worried that doing so will divide their forces. That swamp is not small."

"But if you don't say it, Voldemort's subordinates may sneak attack the Auror, and everyone's situation will be more dangerous." Hermione said calmly, "You should tell Calvin."

"Don't forget, I'm the director of the Law Enforcement Department, and I'm the one who makes the final decision."

"Then you should tell Kingsley, anyway, you can't bear it alone, don't be like you were in fifth grade, Harry."

"I know what I'm doing, Hermione."

"If you knew what you were doing, you shouldn't be here now." Hermione said, "I'll be here with Ron, and I'll let Molly and Arthur know when things get better."

"What if the situation doesn't improve?"

"You said, Ron would be lucky." Hermione smiled and said, "Everything will be fine."

Harry stared at Hermione, and after a long while smiled.

"Take care, Hermione." Harry patted her on the shoulder.

"You too." Hermione said calmly, and swirled her wand against Harry's robe, all the mud and blood on it disappeared, and it was as clean as a new robe.

"You didn't break your glasses this time." Hermione withdrew her wand. "Be careful, Harry."

Harry nodded towards Hermione, turned and left the ward, but when he reached the stairs on the second floor, a man blocked his way.

"Hello, Mr. Harry Potter, I am a reporter from the Daily Prophet, Chris Miller, can I interview you?"

Even though it wasn't Rita Kiester, Harry was still annoyed, and he quickened his pace to get rid of the reporter.

"Can you tell me why you came to St. Mungo's?" Fang Qi reluctantly asked.

"No comment," said Harry, striding over to the bewildered Blaise Zabini.

"Let's go back to the Ministry of Magic," he said as soon as he and Blaise met, and then Apparated together, and the reporter took advantage of this opportunity to press the shutter, and the strong light produced by the flash made the surrounding patients scream. , and then he walked to the second floor.

==================================

"Why didn't you leave?"

After "training" Felix, Pomona returned to the living room of the manor. The gentleman who said yesterday that he would go back to England was sitting comfortably on the sofa reading a book.

Severus put down the tome in his hand and waved at her, she ran over immediately, sat on his lap without hesitation, and then rested her head on his shoulder.

"I don't want to go." He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I went back because of Draco."

"Without you, what if the operation fails?"

"That has nothing to do with me." Severus said lazily, "The plan has been made, and whether it will succeed or not depends on the arrangement of fate. I can't do everything myself, and besides, I sometimes screw up."

She closed her eyes and smelled the scent of shower gel on his body, feeling relaxed all over.

The mood that made her irritable in the ballroom just now disappeared, and she felt extremely sleepy listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

"What did you do just now?"

"Train Felix."

"Train the Obscure?" He asked in amazement, "How?"

"Start with the basics, running."

The kid who claimed to drink Coke for breakfast is now lying in the hall panting, who told the older one to set an example and get up early in the morning for a run.

Severus shook his head "Naughty."

"I don't know what happened to me just now?" She stroked the thick muscles under his straight coat, "It became cruel and harsh."

"Don't you like Nietzsche?" He stroked her lower back and said, "The faster a woman forgets how to be charming, the faster she learns to hate others."

"I don't like the dress on me," she murmured coquettishly, though it was pretty.

"Then what do you like?"

"What do you like?"

Severus began to imagine.

Pomona indulged him, let him fantasize slowly, and took this opportunity to secretly kiss his chin.

It's just that when she saw the scars left by Nagini on his neck, she still felt a little sad. Everything she experienced now was a dream or an illusion in her mind.

She wanted to make sure he was alive, so she started getting rough.

"What are you doing?" Because it was very close, his voice came through the chest, and she could even hear his heartbeat gradually accelerating.

"Candy or trick," she whispered, undoing his belt.

"You're being naughty again." He looked at her with those dark and lifeless eyes, which seemed to be able to suck away light, and couldn't reflect anything.

"Are you going to punish me, Professor?"

The crisp sound of the metal buckle hitting was the only sound in the study other than the sound of rain, and his breathing became heavy.

Sometimes, if you can't think of an answer no matter how hard you think, just follow your feelings, because after all, you feel that this thing can be trained.

Just like Muggles playing football, knowing how to kick a curve ball is a theory, and it is often a matter of moments to really kick a curve ball like Beckham.

It has become the body's memory, so it can be done in one go, but whether the ball can go in or not is affected by other factors, such as the friction generated by the grass and so on.

In short, the moment the foot kicks up, the player has a feeling, and this feeling is similar to what the woman said.

It doesn't feel right, I'm afraid the ball won't go in, oh, it sucks.

But sometimes a bad feeling can work wonders, and that ball just happened to go in.

Why is the game so exciting?

She personally thinks it's not watching the players show off their skills, or watching the process of the strong team bullying the weak team, but in those moments of resurrection, it's like magic, it's amazing.