Harry Potter Morning Light

If Pomona Sprout had remained pudgy and squat like she was, there might be many students who would love her, but no man would be interested in her.

It's just wishful thinking that a man a woman desires doesn't look at her appearance but only sees her inner and soul beauty. The compound decoction will change according to the age of the transformed person. Drinking it, Pomona can feel the aging process of human beings, but she can't get love. If she doesn't drink it, she can have eternal youth and beauty. It's just that the potions professor she attracted by her appearance is like an ordinary person, easily attracted by the outside world, and becomes an unfaithful person. Like his father Tobias, nothing lasts long, and it's not in her heart. That Severus who loved Lily wholeheartedly.

Albus Dumbledore is a powerful wizard. He asked Pomona according to his own standards, not to fall into the trap of love like ordinary women, and give up the pursuit of being powerful.

That's not what she wants, Hagrid is kind, but he still prefers to make friends with the creatures in the Forbidden Forest, Felivier likes music, Dumbledore wants Pomona to care about humans as much as he does, he will She was too idealistic.

She's not a saint, male humans are food to Pomona, humans don't feel affection for chicken on a plate. Draco always satirizes Harry as a saint, that's because the old wizard taught him with the standards of a saint, just like Pomona, it's really painful to restrain himself, she is actually not happy at all and still maintains a superficial smile , very different from the old bat who really expressed himself.

Harry liked Hogwarts very much, but Severus didn't like it. He was bullied when he was studying, and he had to endure students who would cause all kinds of problems when he grew up. It happened that he was impatient, and the potion nerd had his own He doesn't bother to look at the research, and the students copy their homework to deal with him. He only corrects the homework because the teaching task stipulates that he must complete it. Except for a small number of students who he thinks have talent and potential, he simply doesn't bother to deal with people who are fooling around life and death.

No matter how biased she was towards Harry, Pomona had to admit that Harry was pretty lazy, even if he copied Hermione's homework, he actually played with his friends all day long like his father, James Potter. If it wasn't for the fact that he got Severus' old textbook in sixth grade, and the teacher was Slughorn, his potions would most likely fail, and he was inferior to Longbottom in this regard.

Neville hardly got good grades in any subject other than herbal medicine. He was very focused on the field he was good at, and had a hatred for himself. Injury, others would rather be slower than him.

In that class, there was a need to squeeze the juice from the twigs. Harry almost left all the reading to Granger. He was only in charge of doing it, but Granger was absent-minded. He didn't know how to squeeze it, so he did it directly. , and the burl fell on Pomona's head.

If it was an old bat, Harry would definitely have no good fruit to eat, but Pomona endured it. Who can say that she is not a kind-hearted witch? Why doesn't he read? Are books used as pillows for them?

No matter how much she roared in her heart, Pomona always had a sweet smile on her face. She needed good popularity, so she endured it, even though she wanted to use the spawning spell several times to wrap those knotty vines and devil's nets around Hogwarts Thorn Castle, she still has to maintain an optimistic, cheerful, fair and just look.

The knotty vine's burl is both the source of its magic and its seed pod, pulling it out of its nest is like pulling out a beating green heart the size of a grapefruit, without which the knotty vine becomes normal of wood.

Its sap has magical powers. Anyway, the potion professor requires the fresher the better. During the Battle of Hogwarts, Peeves smashed the dead eaters with the burl of the vine. It exploded, and many of the seeds of the plant were exploded. way of dissemination.

Pimple vine tumors not only produce shock waves, but also affect the human soul, almost separating the body from the soul. It has exactly the same lethality as black magic. In fact, her heart is not kind and beautiful at all, just like the seeds of the pimple vine, which looks like a caterpillar, but her appearance has transformed from a caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly, confusing human eyes.

A man will soon get bored with a beautiful exterior without an interior; with an interior without an exterior, a man does not have that kind of "emotional" mind, just like a certain fruit, the exterior is its peel, and the interior is its A good-looking fruit can at least attract people to pick it. If it looks poisonous, no matter how delicious the fruit is, only the brave dare to taste it.

If she didn't have the young and beautiful appearance to take care of Severus like Molly, he might think she was living with his mother.

She almost made the same mistake as Lupin, trying to be a human, forgetting what she was, a monster that ate humans.

Looking at the mediocre Muggle woman in the mirror, Pomona also inexplicably felt disgusted. Severus even accepted her ugly face after transformation, why did she continue to pretend?

You know who you are no matter how much you deceive yourself.

Lupine was tortured by himself so much that he lost the will to live and volunteered to be an undercover werewolf. Are you going to follow in his footsteps, Pomona?

"Professor." Neville carefully walked to the umbrella and stood still.

"What's the matter, Neville?" Seeing him, Pomona's heart suddenly softened.

"I've never had a chance to tell you that I'm sorry for ruining your mandrake." Neville didn't dare look up her eyes and looked down at his shoes.

"How did you destroy them?"

"I moved them out of the pot when the Death Eaters broke into Hogwarts."

"You defeated the Death Eaters with the mandrake scream?" Pomona was really surprised, she thought Neville would use what he learned in Dumbledore's Army to fight.

"Yes." Neville seemed on the verge of tears with guilt. "I'm sorry, I know you put a lot of effort into taking care of them."

"You've done well, Neville, you are worthy of being your father's son." Pomona felt very proud, she was really proud, and then she walked over and took him in her arms.

"You're not a cat, Neville, you're a tiger." She closed her eyes, imagining that beautiful beast, although it was very similar to McGonagall's cat, but it was the king of the forest with steel needles same hair.

"You forgive me?"

"Why should I forgive you, if I would be the same as you." She let go of the little tiger and pulled him to sit under the umbrella. "It was probably when I was in the third grade, when I just accepted Greenhouse No. 1, which has been deserted for a while, there are two Death Eaters and two Slytherin newborns who cast the Unforgivable Curse on a house-elf in the greenhouse. I am no match for them, so I use Those mandrakes, drive them away."

"Really?" said Neville, surprised and delighted.

"You can ask Professor Snape." Pomona took a sip from her teacup and said, "I hope you don't tell Harry that he is still alive."

"Why?"

"He almost died once, I can't let him die again."

Neville thought for a while, then nodded with lingering fear.

"I understand." He said dumbfoundedly.

"Neville, I know you have a bad memory, but there is a poem I hope you can memorize, it is very important to you, you look into my eyes, I read a sentence and you read a sentence, just like I taught you last time. It's like you're dancing."

"Okay, Professor." Neville turned around and stared at Pomona, like she was staring at the beast in the forest, looking into Neville's black eyes, whispering in a low voice .

"Tiger, tiger, you glow so hot that the night forest shines brightly."

"Tiger, tiger, you glow so hot that the night forest shines brightly," Neville repeated.

"What kind of immortal hands and eyes can create your amazing symmetry?"

"What kind of immortal hands and eyes can create your amazing symmetry?"

"What sea or sky, set fire to your eyes? What skills and shoulders and elbows twisted into the muscles of your heart. What hammers and furnaces melted your brains, what Anvil, what amazing grip dares to hold on to these terrible things..."

Pomona read to Neville a poem called Tiger written by a Muggle named William Blake. He wrote it very well and happened to be named Blake, which almost made her think he was the wizard of the Black family.

Because the poems he wrote are so magical that people immediately remember the shining eyes in the dark forest, like the burning fire of the soul, illuminating the entire dark forest.