Harry Potter Morning Light

Because the wizards were afraid of Voldemort, they never mentioned his name. They all called him "Mystery Man" mysteriously, and cast a spell on the Deluminator that Dumbledore gave Ron. Hermione's voice will be heard from the Deluminator when Ron is on, and a ball of light will be generated when the Deluminator is turned on, guiding Ron to where Hermione is.

Dumbledore is Voldemort's mentor. This spell should also be known by the mysterious person. This is already known in the wizarding world, but Harry has never taken this into consideration. He can be said to be bold or ignorant. Under his influence Ron and Hermione started calling his name too.

"Sometimes I think he's annoying, always using that extinguisher to keep the lights flickering." After smelling the love potion, Hermione had a happy smile on her face again, lying on the table looking silly of.

"But he's so cute, you call him, and he'll pass by." Pomona also smirked happily. She also had a ring, and he appeared when the leprechaun was called.

"I heard from Hannah that Professor Snape is also a fan of the Irish team?"

"Yeah, I didn't even know he liked Quidditch." Who would have thought? The gloomy and greasy Slytherin old bat actually likes such sunny sports. He not only understands the rules but also understands the formation, all because his mother Erin is the captain of the High Rock team.

"Why do boys like the sport of chasing a ball and flying a broom." Hermione smirked and shook her head.

"I prefer Quidditch players. Have you seen Victor's muscles?" Pomona said longingly, what a majestic beast, she really wanted to chase him like Hufflepuff's girls After running for a while, it was a pity that Victor kept staring at Hermione in a daze, watching her read a book.

"I thought they were pretty stupid."

"who?"

"Those girls chasing after Victor, they still listen to Ritaquist's nonsense." Hermione became serious. "I hate that."

"Maliciously hurt others?"

"Yes, she actually said I was ambitious." Hermione said angrily, and took a sip of tea to calm the fire.

"I think Ginny is ambitious. She dated Harry's roommate first, then Harry. She used Neville at the Christmas party when she was too young. Now she is the famous Mrs. Potter. You and Kim How are you getting along with Ni?"

"It's okay." Hermione mulled over her words.

"Harry can't date any girl. He insists on marrying the daughter of the Weasley family." Pomona now puts Ron in her camp, and what she is most dissatisfied with about the Weasley family is the only daughter.

"If people know that Professor Snape is alive, many women will pursue him, don't you worry?"

Hermione's words were straight to the point, and that was what Pomona was most worried about.

"A good man will be pursued by many women. I don't want to waste my time trying to defeat my rival. That's stupid. I don't want to be pulled down by Harry, but I'm only a little smart and read a lot, and there are very few long-distance relationships. It was successful, so I didn't continue to contact Victor."

As Pomona said, Hermione is a smart girl, and the friendship between women will be spoiled by men, and she can't give Lily wholeheartedly now.

"Aren't you concerned about your bloodline?" Pomona asked.

"Why should I care?" Hermione shook her head, her brown hair swaying like a lion's mane. "Everyone thinks it's good may not suit me. If I'm really with a rich man like Victor, I'd rather Faced with the cynicism of some people, then I really became a vanity woman."

"Poor Victor." Pomona said sympathetically. He was tired of fame and missed the girl he loved.

"Besides, I was also a little unconfident at the time, thinking that he was just trying to play tricks on me. You know, rich people often play with women. I don't want to be a joke in other people's conversations."

"When did you contact Hannah?"

"She needs someone to talk to, she said she saw your true face," said Hermione, looking into Pomona's face.

"I said I drank the potion."

"Then can I see it?"

"Not for now." Pomona said blankly.

"She can only talk to me, because it's a secret between us, and I didn't even tell Ron." Hermione seemed to sense Pomona's anger, and immediately explained to Hannah.

"Those engaged in secret work must learn to keep secrets. When you become the Minister of Magic, you will be exposed to more secrets. I like Hannah very much, and I even thought of introducing her to Neville, but I didn't know Neville and Neville at that time. About Luna's relationship, I told her too many secrets under the control of intuition and sensibility, do you think I should use Forget and Empty on her?"

"You're asking me for permission?" Hermione was taken aback.

"Yes, the future minister." Pomona said with a smile, "I am not suitable for thinking about this kind of problem now. You are calm and rational, and you can help me decide."

"No." Hermione thought for a while, and said calmly, "She can be trusted, not the kind of person who talks nonsense."

"Okay, since you said so." Pomona said relaxedly, it was really easy to follow orders.

"What do you smell?" Hermione asked.

"Chocolate, Ash, and Mint."

"Me too, Peppermint." Hermione looked at Pomona and nodded. "You trust your intuition as much as Luna, but I think you communicate well."

"She's Ravenclaw, a natural enemy of Hufflepuff." Pomona explained lazily.

An enemy's enemy is a friend, and she believed that she and Hermione would become good friends.

"What do you usually talk to the professor about?"

Pomona looked at Hermione, who would have looked down on her if she knew she was busy kissing like her roommate Lavender Brown.

"What are you and Ron talking about?"

"I asked you this topic first." Hermione said stubbornly.

"Why do you pry into other people's privacy like Litaquist."

"What?" Hermione couldn't believe it.

"I heard that Letaquist's Animagus is a beetle, do you want to see what you will become, Granger?" Pomona folded her hands and looked at He sensitive.

"You know she can only make things up," said Hermione angrily.

"You know she's making up nonsense and still reading!"

Hermione is a good student who loves to study, and one of the few people at Hogwarts who insists on reading the newspaper every day. Most people discuss Quidditch, homework and other messes. She is as easy as Severus Seriously, this is her strength as well as her weakness.

Hermione suddenly had an epiphany, staring at Pomona and said, "That Professor Sprout in fifth grade wasn't you, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

"We didn't learn anything in the whole fifth grade. We were too busy dealing with Umbridge and didn't care. I just remembered now. Fudge accused Sirius of leading the escape from Azkaban. There was a Ministry of Magic staff Died, it was also Christmas, the attending physician of the staff neglected the pot of ornamental plants by the bed because of negligence, it was a devil's net, not a crab claw orchid, and she has been out of her mind for the whole semester since then, I still remember that person Yes, he lives across from Lockhart."

Lockhart lived in a secret ward, who sent the devil's net disguised as crab claw orchid into it?

Assassination was the only thing Pomona could think of.

"Ron is still blaming himself for not stopping this from happening. That person is a colleague of Ron's father, and he works in the Department of Mysteries."

"What does this matter have to do with your ability to distinguish between my true and false?"

"Pay attention, Pomona! I didn't feel that kind of attention. You have always paid attention to me. You even remember that I fell asleep in class!" Hermione suddenly stood up and gave Pomona across the desk. A big hug "Thank you."

Hermione's final thanks came in tears, and she seemed touched, but Pomona didn't feel that she had done anything special.

"Granger, if I tell you now that I feel sorry for the woman who pretended to be me, will you forgive me?" She said honestly, "It's hard to read the news of my lover's death in the newspaper."

"How do you know that man from the Ministry of Magic is her lover?"

"Intuition." Pomona hugged Hermione tightly. She also lived in St. Mungo's, she also lived in a confidential ward, and there was a pot of crab claw orchids beside her bed. Touch it, the devil's web only entangles when someone is near.

She felt a kind of fear rushing to her limbs.

St. Mungo was not safe, Draco was in danger there, and how would she explain to Narcissa if he died.

"Sorry, Hermione, I have to go first."

"I'll go with you." After letting go of her embrace, Hermione wiped away her tears and said firmly.

"You didn't even ask me where I was going?"

"So you tell me." The Gryffindor lioness clapped her hands proudly, "Where are we going?"

She was about to say St. Mungo's, and then she remembered that she didn't know where Draco was, and that Harry's reckless rush to the Department of Mysteries had led to the Ministry of Magic battle.

"I want to see Severus," she said to Hermione, smiling. "I think it's time for you to meet."