Harry Potter Morning Light

This is how Heathcliff was described in Emily Rembrandt's book Wuthering Heights.

The waif old Mr Earnshaw had picked up from Liverpool Street was ragged, with black hair greasy and dirty.

He was a gloomy but rather patient boy, stupefied perhaps by street torture, and no matter how hard Hendry beat him, he never said a word or shed a tear.

When the children all got measles, he was also the most peaceful and worry-free one in the eyes of the nanny.

Pomona met Severus at Hogwarts, and she had no idea what he was like in Muggle school before.

He always wore his school uniform and wizarding robes, whether it was a holiday or not, at school or in Hogsmeade.

It was through Petunia that she knew about the weird boy who wore his mother's shirt, lived in Spinner's End, and liked to open other people's mail.

The British playwright George Bernard Shaw once said that first love is a little clumsy and a lot of curiosity.

As a half-breed magical creature, she is curious about humans.

She was envious of Lily's friendship with Severus, which was different from when she was with the Raiders.

Heathcliff's Catherine used to be like a wild boy, so she was able to play with Heathcliff. When she began to learn how to dress up and learn the etiquette of a lady, she went further and further away from Heathcliff.

She realized that class, and the material conditions needed to maintain a "decent" life, were not provided by a gypsy outcast living in Wuthering Heights.

In fact, Elizabeth is a very good girl. If Heathcliff could cherish her instead of using her as a tool for revenge, he would live a very different life.

After Elizabeth's death, Heathcliff also regarded his son as a tool for revenge, and Xiao Lindun will obtain the inheritance right of Thrushcross Grange through his mother's name.

Pomona felt sorry for that man, he only had hatred in his heart, and never really loved anyone again.

Severus' attitude towards Harry was also very unfriendly, but not as extreme as Heathcliff.

He also expressed friendliness sometimes, such as boiling the raw bone water to a particularly bad taste, but the medicinal effect was better than ordinary raw bone water.

He made Harry "painful" but didn't make Harry a selfish and weird person like Linton.

There is still love in his heart, but who is this love for?

Pomona looked at the sunlight outside the window, and smelled the aroma of baked pineapple yogurt cookies in the oven, thinking ecstatically, and then glanced at the music box on the cooking table.

It was placed next to her bed this morning, with a lot of diamonds on it, and the song that was playing in it was the music from the Yule Ball that year of the Triwizard Tournament, and when she poured magic into it, the music box would spin, and there were two people in it It will spin up from below and dance on the dance floor.

Unfortunately, those two people were the two of them, he was still wearing the black suit, and she was wearing the moonlight dress she wore when she attended the ball at Malfoy Manor.

In addition, there is a poem under the music box, written by Shakespeare:

It happened to be spring when I left you. In the gorgeous April, I put on a new brocade jacket and filled everything with a lively spring heart, and even the heavy Saturn laughed and danced along.

But neither the song of a bird, nor the clusters of flowers, colorful and fragrant, can make me tell summer stories, or pluck them from the rosy hollows:

Nor do I envy the whiteness of the lilies, nor the blush of the roses; they are but incense, and pleasant sculptures,

You are the real body they want to imitate.

Therefore, when you are not here, it is still severe winter for me, like teasing your shadow, I am teasing them.

It was better to expect Harry to pass the Ultimate Wizarding Exam with straight O's than to expect Severus to write love poems.

And this style is not like Severus at all, it seems that he was instructed by some "superior".

Even if it's deceitful nonsense, she still feels happy. How many women don't like sweet talk?

The good mood keeps her refreshed, and she's that happy "sweetheart" in the kitchen humming, good at food magic, again.

"You looking for me?" Just as the cookies were out of the oven, Felix came.

"Yes." Pomona said happily.

"Mom told me not to stay here any longer." Felix said, "Tell me what you have to do."

"Your mother may not be free right now. She is a nurse and needs to take care of patients." Pomona placed the biscuit in front of him.

"I heard that you saved a vampire yesterday." Felix reached out to get a biscuit, but Pomona slapped the back of his hand.

"Wait a minute, it's still hot," said Pomona.

"I don't understand what the wizard thinks." Felix shrugged. "If it was the village where my mother used to live, the villagers would drive ash nails into his heart."

"Western Europe is very different from Eastern Europe. There are many people who worship vampires." Pomona said, "Have you ever read Notre Dame de Paris?"

"I heard it was a masterpiece," said Felix.

"so?"

"I haven't seen it," said Felix convincingly.

"Hugo said that when the Louvre was completed, the city of Paris would change day by day. Gothic Paris erased Romanesque Paris. At this time, it was his turn to be erased, but who could tell? What Paris obliterates the Gothic Paris?"

Felix still looked at her ignorantly.

"Gothic is easy to identify, and many people like it, but it is sharp, like those pointed towers, lacking a kind of tolerance. Renaissance combines various styles, including what seemed strange at the time. Not all vampires have to be nailed to death with ash wood, that is the way of muggles. There are also vampire singers in the wizarding world. Even if you don’t take the road of warlock one day, I hope you can. Treat vampires and werewolves with prejudice."

"What do you mean?" Felix said terrified.

"Edgar just gave you a choice. There are many professions in this world, not necessarily a warlock is suitable for you. You were born in England, and you may not understand what a real war is. Simeon is a person who has experienced war. , you can talk to him."

Felix was still dazed.

Pomona understands that it is still very difficult for a thirteen-year-old street bully to understand what war is. Unfortunately, he is silent, and the time God has left for him is running out.

"It smells so good, what did you bake, Godmother." Draco's voice sounded from the kitchen door.

Not knowing where he came from, Pomona raised her wand and cast a jinx at her dear godson.

The athletic Draco narrowly escaped the curse, but the wall lamp behind him suffered, and it shattered.

"Are you crazy?" Draco wailed.

"You little snitch!" Pomona raised her wand and bared her teeth angrily. "What did you tell your godfather?"

"Oh." Draco immediately laughed out loud, "You mean you want to divorce him, right?"

Pomona flew past with another jinx, this time Draco blocked it with his armor.

"That's your fault!" Draco said confidently, "Who do you think my godfather is?"

"What?" Pomona asked puzzled.

"Even if you want a divorce, he should leave you, you half-breed Veela."

"Is this how you speak to your godmother?"

"I don't admit that you are my godmother, it's my mother's authorization..."

Pomona cast a cutting spell, leaving a horrible gash on the wall and floor, and Draco turned pale with fright.

Pomona was so angry that she chased Draco and ran out.

"Godfather!" Draco ran rolling and crawling, just like the bloody Baron chasing him around the castle, but the one chasing him was another person.

"Stop for me, Malfoy!" Pomona ran behind panting.

This is the disadvantage of focusing on eating and not exercising. Even if she doesn't gain weight, she will be out of breath after running for a while.

"Help!" Draco yelled uselessly.

But no one rescued him.

This is very strange, Severus will appear even if he is watching a good show, has he already left the manor?

She looked towards the house where Giovanni was placed last night, and opened the door with the Arahor curse. Severus was sitting at the head of Giovanni's bed, and Simeon was asleep at the edge of a table. , while Giovanni stared blankly ahead.

"Did vampire hunters really attack you?" Severus asked.

"No," said Giovanni dully.

"Then who attacked you?" Severus asked again.

"Treasure seekers," said Giovanni.

"You used Veritaserum on him?" Pomona raised her voice. "He's still wounded!"

Severus made a silent gesture to her.

"What treasure?" Severus asked again.

"The conquistador diamond, they think I stole it," said Giovanni.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

"Has no one told me?" Pomona said almost suffocatingly, "Don't open other people's letters casually, it's immoral."

Severus laughed oddly.

That expression is like finding a new toy.

For those who have experienced such thrills and thrills as wars, intrigues, and adventures, ordinary life is like a silent swamp.

Once the tiger in the circus has tasted the taste of blood, it will be difficult to go through the ring of fire under the command of the animal trainer as before.

Just as it is difficult for a person in power to let go, it is the "ordinary" that he fears.

Driven by curiosity, Pandora opened the magic box, released the plague, war, and famine, but kept hope in the box.

Severus had now opened another box that shouldn't have been opened.

"When did Draco come?" Pomona asked.

Draco is an intern, and there's a vampire wounded here, so it's no surprise that he's here.

"After you fell asleep last night," Severus said.

"What's so shady about that?" Pomona asked.

It was so late, probably Astonia was asleep too.

"Humans only kill vampires, and no one has saved them yet," Severus said. "Saving these dark creatures may bring bad luck and curses."

"Looking at the current situation, your worries have been fulfilled." Pomona anxiously held her forehead and walked around the room. "The Conqueror Yellow Diamond? Did I hear correctly?"

"Yes, you heard that right, I heard it too." Severus sighed and said, "I knew this vampire was not that simple."

"What is the Conqueror's Yellow Diamond?" Draco Malfoy asked from the doorway.

"Have you heard of the 'Hope' diamond?" Severus said patiently to his godson.

Draco looked at Pomona, as if wary of her.

Severus cast a Sleeping Charm on Giovanni, to actually put the poor wounded man to rest.

"What were you arguing about outside?" Severus asked.

"It's nothing." Pomona answered lightly, and Draco Malfoy sneered, looking arrogant and disrespectful.

"Don't think I can't do anything to you because you have the backing of the godfather!" Pomona pointed her wand at Draco again.

"Quiet." The Snake King let out a terrifying pressure, shutting up the provocative little snake hissing.

"Everyone out." Severus left with his arms around Pomona.

Before leaving, he closed the door, but instead of slamming it hard as usual, he slammed it gently, as if he didn't want to disturb someone.

This medieval house was completely plunged into darkness, only the light coming through the crack of the door.

But it was soon blocked by something outside the door, and the room was plunged into total darkness.