Harry Potter Morning Light

Perhaps all living beings are burned to ashes, and the final constituent elements are found to be similar, but they are very different when they are alive.

The cause of this is dna, known as the blueprint of life.

It is common knowledge that flowers can be pollinated by bees, but animals reproduce through eros.

However, there is one person who broke this natural rule. Of course, it is also possible that he lied. In this way, human beings have been celebrating the birthday of a liar for the past two thousand years, and the time node will be counted according to the year of his birth.

A person's birthday is nothing in the vast universe, so how do humans determine the coordinates of time and space in the universe?

It wasn't something Pomona was thinking about.

Ron and Harry handed over the responsibility of thinking to the bully Hermione, and they just had to follow Hermione's arrangement.

Not having to think for herself, it felt very easy to follow orders. After wrapping the presents, Pomona went to the kitchen to cook.

Since it was a birthday, there must be a banquet. Although there was only one house elf to help, she only needed to prepare a banquet for five people, provided that Draco was willing to eat at the same table as Fiona.

She is a Muggle, but she is much better than a werewolf. As for the matter of persuading Draco, it was given to Astonia. Fussy taste buds.

It's not without reason that Draco is so skinny, who told him to be so picky about eating.

"Master, shall we drink this bottle of wine today?" Honey asked Pomona holding the bottle of citrine-like elderflower wine.

"Put it aside for now." Pomona said in a deep voice.

Maybe Voldemort didn't poison Albus Dumbledore, but he was involved in Hepzibah Smith's death. Although the nominally old and dim-witted house-elf, Hao Qi, put a deadly poison into the mistress's cocoa tea as sugar.

Hepzibah was a collector of magical antiques, and she could afford Hufflepuff's cup and Slytherin's locket.

However, the only thing stolen after Hepzibah's death was her ancestral Hufflepuff gold cup, and the Slytherin locket Hepzibah bought was a fake.

She's not very bright, naive and conceited, and she has stuff all over the house, like someone with hoarding disorder.

It was also prescient for Bojin Burke to choose Tom as the clerk. He was handsome and sweet-mouthed, and he could get a lot of benefits by flattering Hepzibah.

People like her were easy gulls, and the Blacks were haughty and conceited, and easy targets for profiteers. However, the Black family put Slytherin's locket on display in the cabinet of their own house. If the guests who recognized the goods found it to be fake, then Black, who was so angry, might kill Bojinbok.

Hepziba hid her collection to prevent others from seeing it. No one helped her identify the authenticity, even if she received a fake.

She's a poor old lady who looks like a melted ice cream cake in a Pensieve. It is also because of this memory that Pomona no longer plans to make ice cream cakes for Draco's birthday cake.

Pomona didn't want to be a second Hepzibah, even though she was also the famously "dumb" Hufflepuff.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was tea time again. Pomona put a large table of snacks and lemon tea on a small dining table, and then floated it into the garden.

She had observed their position upstairs just now, but she still released a red spark, signaling them to gather by the fountain.

There are sculptures in the fountain. Pan, the god of shepherds with a sheep's head, is sitting on a rock and playing the flute. The fairies gather around him, standing in the water or sitting on the bank, listening to his playing.

"You called me?" Severus asked behind her.

"Tom gave me a bottle of elderflower wine as a present, should I drink it?" she turned and asked bluntly.

Severus looked at her impassively.

"And this." She took the Slytherin locket out of her pocket. "He asked me to give it to Astonia."

"You just touched what he gave you?" Severus asked. "Some curses take effect just by touching them."

"I know it will react when it's with Bella's dagger, he must have put a curse on it." She said deadpan, "But I don't think it's a curse."

"Feeling?" Severus smiled incredulously. "Your brain is on strike again?"

"He's flattering, but I haven't lost my mind to his sweet talk." Pomona looked at him firmly. Normal people are different, and that's what Slughorn does."

"You mean..."

"He wants something from me, though I don't know what he wants." Pomona sighed, "so I don't think he'll put a Death Curse on the locket."

"What does he want from you?"

"Anyway, I won't drink the original body potion, and then give birth to him." Pomona stuck out her tongue, "It's really disgusting."

Severus looked annoyed, "What are you talking about?"

"I share a secret with you, Severus, tell me what you think, should I drink this wine?"

"If it was Alastor Moody, he wouldn't have to think about it at all and just throw the bottle away." Severus said as he sat down on the chair by the low table.

"But we're not members of the Order of the Phoenix, and we're not Aurors." Pomona sighed. "And you're not Moody."

"What else did he say?"

"Tolerance." She smiled strangely. "He showed us kindness. If we reject him, then we will ask for him not to be tolerant to us in the future."

"You think, he really forgave us?" Severus asked with a grin.

"He wants to nail you to the sky like Apollo's crow to show the public. He almost hates you, Sev." Pomona smiled sweetly, calling him by Lily's nickname.

"I won't drink anything he gives, but what you hand me is another matter." Severus looked at the lemon tea on the table, and reached for one of the cups to drink.

"I'd like to have it as an after-dinner drink. Today is Draco's birthday," Pomona said. "This bottle is enough for the four of us."

"That will be our last toast."

"So what do I do with that bottle of wine?"

"give it to me."

Pomona kissed the potions professor on the cheek, sat down with a sense of peace of mind, and drank afternoon tea while basking in the sun.

"Can you make that statue play the flute?" Pomona asked.

"That requires the element of wind." The potions professor who skipped school and became a Death Eater when he was young said blushingly and breathlessly.

The composition, structure and magical properties of the four elements are also the content of alchemy. Pomona also started to work outside of school when she was in the sixth and seventh grades, so she didn't take that elective course.

"I can't believe we became teachers." Pomona took a sip of her lemon tea. "What kind of students can we teach?"

"Harry Potter like?" Severus smiled sarcastically.

"He's a good boy!"

"That's what you think."

"Why are Draco and the others so slow?" Pomona looked around.

"It takes time for them to come slowly." He stuffed a puff into his mouth.

"Astonia did this?" he said calmly.

"Too sweet?" Pomona smiled treacherously.

Severus took a long gulp of his lemon tea, then ate the rest of the snack rack, never touching the puff again.

There is no sugar on the afternoon tea table, after all, there is already a lot of sugar in the puffs.

Too bad Severus didn't notice this.

She smirked complacently, and was secretly happy that she had won the game, whoever called the snot-nosed person always played tricks on her.