Harry Potter Morning Light

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho..." A house elf was crying in the Hogwarts kitchen while drinking, covering her face. The other house elves were far away from her, as if she didn't exist.

"Who is it?" Pomona asked Dobby, the free house-elf.

"She's Winky, the house elf of Barty Crouch's family. Mr. Crouch fired her, and Dobby took her to Hogwarts seeing that she was homeless." Dobby pulled the hair on his body. Pillowcase, protruding green eyes afraid to look at Pomona.

Pomona knew that humans had a drinking problem, but she didn't know that house-elves had it too.

"Who gave you permission to do this?" Pomona asked.

"Headmaster Dumbledore," Dobby replied.

"What did she do wrong that Mr. Crouch fired her?"

"She said it was because she disobeyed the master's orders." Dobby rubbed his hands in confusion. "Now that she is a free elf, why is she still in so much pain?"

"I need to go back and lie down for a while." Pomona directly took a plate of pudding, and she was going to lie on the sofa to eat.

Sometimes she really thought that old Gryffindor joke was too much!

She walked out of the kitchen with tired steps, and the old Slytherin bat with a gloomy face came in front of her. It seemed that his target was also the kitchen.

"We need to talk!" he cursed at her as they passed, and Pomona ignored him and went straight back to her office.

She usually has many guests, but after nightfall, no one will come in except those related to the Triwizard Tournament. The restless young people have all returned to the lounge, so she can enjoy the peace.

However, this peace was only short-lived. The footsteps of the old bat came quickly. He held a plate of chicken legs, roasted corn and a large bottle of wine in his hand. sit down.

"What's your problem this time?" Pomona ate the pudding with her eyes closed. The milk flavor was very strong, but the sweetness was a bit too strong. This needs to be discussed with the head chef for improvement.

"Harry Potter's communication with the outside world was monitored by Aurors. They believed that he knew Sirius Black's whereabouts. He and his dog godfather still kept in touch. How urgently the great savior asked for his opinion, and worried And sympathize with his situation, what a touching father-son relationship." The old bat bit the chicken leg viciously "Every time I contact that stupid dog, I have to move the hiding place, I'm fed up with them telling each other their lives like children How painful and unfair."

"You opened other people's letters again?" Pomona sat up.

"No." The old bat's death gaze swept over, "but besides complaining, what else is there to talk about, one letter after another?"

"Poor Hideaway." Pomona began to sympathize with Harry's owl at how far it had to fly to deliver the letter.

"If you listen to me carefully, you should know that Aurors have appeared in Hogwarts. After the Quidditch World Cup, many owls have been monitored. Now they have to monitor Hogwarts' external communication channels. The principal and I The entanglement with them is not over until now." He opened the red wine with his wand, Ruth found the golden cup familiarly, poured two glasses, and handed a glass to Pomona.

"No thanks." She smiled at him. "I have a drunken house-elf."

"Do you even want to compare whose life is worse? Sister?" The old bat said with a half-smile.

"I'm just trying to keep my sanity, Severus, and I have a hunch a lot will happen this year." Pomona dismissed the glass of wine and continued eating her pudding.

"Why do you keep that smirk?" He still held his glass and refused to walk away. "You are clearly unhappy."

"Why do you have such a sullen face?" She retorted unceremoniously, "You can't make friends like this."

"Speaking of friends, how did you and Sirius Black meet?" He sat on the back of the sofa and still pushed the wine glass in front of her.

"What do you mean?" There was no one else present when she contacted Sirius, how did he know they knew each other?

"Do you know how much a Firebolt costs? The Irish national team only has 7. Where did a fugitive get the money to buy that thing?"

Pomona is stiff, how much does a broom cost?

Severus shook his head at her. "Hufflepuff getting the Quidditch Cup means nothing to you, does it?"

She dared not say it was a stupid broomstick exercise, because he was visibly annoyed.

She didn't know what was wrong with him, but she took the glass of wine anyway, it tasted sour and astringent, almost like vinegar.

In the Platinum Noble's study, Pomona found Lucius Malfoy, who was drinking again.

Old Malfoy couldn't resist stress, but she didn't expect that he would still be in the mood to stay at home with women and children and drink when all the men went to the battlefield, but thinking of his blown wand, a "The Cripple" really isn't fit for that dance of death anymore.

"Hey, Pomona, what brings you here?"

"I want to borrow your owl." Pomona said to Lucius, Hannah Albert still refused to leave the door.

"You want to write a letter?" Lucius looked at her suspiciously.

"I'm going to give Hermione Granger a Christmas present." She looked at him calmly. "Can you tell me what trouble you're having?"

"No." The platinum noble said with a smile.

"Is it related to the goblin negotiations at Gringotts?" Pomona remembered that it was a task Severus gave Lucius. "If so, I think I can help you."

Platinum Noble stopped drinking.

"Lucius, why don't you ever talk to Sissy about work?"

"I don't want her to touch these dirty things, Pomona." Lucius sat leaning on the chair with aristocratic airs. "Since you said you can help me, tell me how to do it?"

"I want to make a deal with you." Pomona said without hesitation, "If you don't agree to the conditions, we will not talk."

"Oh~, negotiation?" Lucius said with a smile, "tell me your terms, ma'am."

"First, arrange for Hermione Granger to work in the Ministry of Magic. Second, you must obey Ruger Hagrid's arrangement, and you will do whatever he asks you to do."

"It's funny you let us hear what a half-giant has to offer?" Lucius Malfoy said, laughing.

"I know what you are afraid of. That dragon was abused, just like you abused Dobby. You are afraid that it will come back to take revenge after recovering from its wounds. The three little devils let it go because they are kind-hearted. What consequences, let Hermione come to this event is what she did for herself, you can laugh at her as much as you want, but it's not because of her blood, but because of their ignorance, that's what she deserves, yes, Yes, the dragon looked pitiful, but she couldn't just let it go and make a fuss at Gringotts, annoying the goblin even more."

"What about the half-giant?" Lucius shook the glass in his hand, becoming slightly interested.

"He is the teacher of the Protection of Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts. By the way, has he been reinstated?"

"Go on." Lucius Malfoy talked him around.

"If he's not reinstated, that's a condition. To be fair, Malfoy, that kid Draco can be really reckless sometimes."

"Three conditions, I hope that what you said can help me will really work." Malfoy Slytherin smirked.

"Yes, three conditions, just like the hell three-headed dog, I remember dogs are their job to watch the house." Pomona said confidently, "Use Hogwarts hell three-headed dog Lu Wei Come to see Gringotts, its owner is Hagrid, he doesn’t like Slytherin at all, it’s very convenient to find a Gryffindor girl who he knows very well, and with the animals guarding the treasury, wizards will You won't be in such a hurry to take the money away, it will be much easier for you to negotiate with the goblin."

Lucius was lost in thought.

"Okay, I'm done, lend me your owl." Pomona had a feeling that Severus deliberately kept her out of contact with the outside, which meant that she was being watched, but she didn't Don't feel angry.

The feeling of not having an opponent is very boring. Since everyone else is dead, she has to continue playing with him. Who told her to be an evil witch, so she won't drink away her sorrows.