Harry Potter Morning Light

Dumbledore was not there. He was still eating in the school hall in the morning, but he ran away in the afternoon.

Now Pomona has to find a way to get the approval slip for reading in the restricted area. Her own dean is not here. Who else can she turn to besides Professor McGonagall?

She didn't know what intrigue tricks the adults were playing, she only knew that it was irresponsible to involve an ignorant child, and it happened that the ignorant child was herself, so this anger was even more unforgettable.

For heaven's sake, today is her first day of school!

Making the Whomping Willow quiet again in full view made her a little famous, the sight of her in the corridors made her miserable, she was a low-key Hufflepuff, not a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, this kind of Feeling like she was floating on a cloud made her uneasy, and she wanted to go home, like new Muggle students crying in the corridors.

"Love is like lightning, it is so unexpected..."

There is also a radio in Professor McGonagall's office, which is playing this song, and Pomona has an inexplicable urge to jump off Gryffindor Tower on a broom.

Hahaha, what a treat, that's the way a crazy Hufflepuff girl's mind goes.

"Butt buckle."

"Please come in." After knocking on the door, Professor McGonagall's voice came from inside. Pomona pushed the door open. Professor McGonagall was sitting behind the desk writing and drawing, and the radio that was singing just now was turned off.

"Professor, I have a question for you." Pomona said as she closed the door.

"Of course, feel free to ask any questions." Mag put down the quill and looked at her expectantly.

"Can I transfer?" Pomona said seriously, "I think I have the right to drop out, right?"

"Many new students are as maladjusted as you are, Miss Martin, but school life is fun if you try to fit in."

Pomona was slumped on the chair opposite Professor McGonagall. Her life had undergone drastic changes since she got the first wand. She felt that she was about to lose control like the Whomping Willow.

"What's bothering you, Miss Martin?" asked Professor McGonagall in a low voice.

"I think there must be something wrong with me." Pomona said, staring at Professor McGonagall.

"Why do you say that?"

"Sometimes I can see some hallucinations." To be precise, it is not "seeing", but a dark shadow in the depths of my mind, "and I have always had a bad premonition."

"I think this is normal." Professor McGonagall got up and poured Pomona a glass of water. "Little wizards of your age have very unstable magic power, that's why you have to learn to use magic."

Pomona felt that Professor McGonagall's answer did not solve her problem, and she still felt flustered.

"However, your condition may have something to do with your bloodline." After placing the water glass in front of Pomona, Professor McGonagall sat opposite her and said, "Sometimes Veela predicts like a centaur, Hagrid." When he first entered school, he was emotionally unstable for a while, and then he went to the Forbidden Forest once and it was fine."

"Are you encouraging me to go to the Forbidden Forest?" Pomona opened her mouth in surprise. "Didn't you and the principal say that students are not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest?"

"Student, of course." Professor McGonagall laughed strangely, "But your situation is different from theirs. Have you ever thought about staying in school as a teacher, Pomona?"

Pomona felt struck by lightning again.

"Half-blood giant, half-blood goblin, I believe you know who I'm talking about, we really lack a qualified professor of herbal medicine, and you have talked to Professor Slughorn before, potion class needs a lot of medicinal materials , Many of them are precious and expensive, our budget is limited, if our greenhouse can be used, there will be a lot of expenses left over, you should have noticed, plus the housekeeper and Hagrid, the forest manager , we have a total of 24 faculty members. In addition to teaching 1,034 students, we also have to manage thousands of acres of property, as well as the castle that has been built for more than a thousand years. At that time, the four founders When the school site was set here, many agreements were signed with other races, to put it simply, our school needs talents like you."

Pomona said dumbfoundedly, "But I'm only eleven years old..."

"Yeah, you have seven years to consider whether you want to stay or not. Herbalism is a compulsory subject for the general wizard level examination. We hope that the students' grades can improve on the current basis. The current professors are you Your teacher will be your colleague in the future, you can ask any questions you have in the future as before, Hogwarts is not only the home of the students, but also the home of the staff..."

"Are you in debt now?" Pomona interrupted Professor McGonagall.

"In terms of sponsors, we do have a little disagreement." Professor McGonagall still maintained a perfect smile, "but not to the point of debt."

"Can I ask why?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

Pomona thought about it and nodded solemnly.

"You know we have an old school friend, his original name is Tom Riddle, now people call him the Lord of Darkness, once he asked Dumbledore for the position of professor of the Dark Arts class, but Dumbledore refused, and now he is in the wizard The nobles are very influential, and the Minister of Magic has recently become suspicious of Dumbledore, so we..."

"I see." Pomona interrupted Professor McGonagall. "Then can we cut down on food?"

"I'm afraid not." Professor McGonagall took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You never know how much a boy in adolescence can eat."

Pomona's mind flashed back to the Snape she met in the Slytherin cellar just now. It was clear that Sirius Black was much more handsome than him, but he was not as deep as Snape's impression on her.

Should a teenage boy be like him?

"I'll think about it." Pomona stood up. "By the way, Professor McGonagall, I need to go to the Restricted Section to check some information. Can you issue me a letter of approval?"

"How do you know that the content you want to check is in the restricted section?"

"Believe me, there is absolutely nothing in the seventh-grade herbal medicine textbook."

"But you are still a freshman, I can't make a special case for you."

Pomona couldn't help lowering her face, "If you can transplant the Whomping Willow in less hurry, there won't be so much trouble, and I don't want to sacrifice my rest time to deal with a problem that students shouldn't deal with."

"Don't be angry Pomona, this is Hogwarts, and books are not only available in the library."

Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "You can ask Nearly Headless Nick. He usually floats near the tapestry of Barnabas on the eighth floor of the castle. Maybe you will find something unexpected."

has a problem.

Pomona intuitively told her that Professor McGonagall meant something, but she was only Dumbledore's assistant, and the real problem was the amiable Mr. Principal.

"Any other questions, Miss Martin?"

"there is none left."

"Good luck to you then," said Professor McGonagall, and she dropped her head and began to write, ignoring her.