Harry Potter Morning Light

A Ravenclaw first-year stood before a suit of armor in the hall of armor, looking at it without blinking.

She was watching so intently that Pomona walked up without paying attention.

"What are you looking at?" Pomona asked.

"Where's the knight in the armor?" the freshman turned to Pomona, "or is there an invisible ghost inside?"

"No, it's Charms," ​​Pomona replied. "It's like you make pears jump across the table."

The new student turned to look at the armor in bewilderment.

"But I saw someone turn a teapot into a turtle." The freshman looked at Pomona after a while and said, "They're all empty inside."

"That's right, but even though the teapot moved when it turned into a turtle, its shape changed. This belongs to the course of metamorphosis."

"What's going on here?" the freshman asked.

Pomona pondered how to explain it to an 11-year-old.

"We can't just look at the surface." The freshman said to her again, "Did you lie to me that there is no one in the armor because I am a child?"

Pomona was furious when Remus laughed just behind her.

"About this question, I think you can ask Professor Feliway, I think he will be happy to answer it for you." Remus bent down and said to the freshman, "Now, can I have a private chat with the dean?"

"He's also our Head." The Ravenclaw freshman glanced at Pomona, which made her angry, and then the freshman ran away in a skip.

"Are you free? Pomona." Remus said after watching the new student disappear.

"What's the matter with you, Remus," she asked "helpfully".

"I plan to set up the classroom next door as an examination room. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class should be used more for actual combat, rather than just staying in theory, so I plan to simulate some scenarios in it."

"But I'm going to get the hairy crabs out of there first," said Pomona. "Hogwarts has a lot of empty classrooms, why don't you use the others?"

"Because I said, I want to help you." Remus said with a smile, "What's more, I think the bigger hairy crabs can train the seniors, even for the people in the pest management department, they are very difficult to deal with. "

"Okay..." Pomona hesitated before agreeing.

"You need to help me set up the examination room." Remus said immediately.

"I knew it!" She was so angry that she wanted to stomp her feet.

"It's not difficult for you, is it?" Remus said meaningfully, "In addition to herbal medicine, I heard that you are also good at transfiguration."

Pomona looked at Remus suspiciously.

She hasn't told him yet that she is the "senior girl" who used to play with them before. Could it be that Sirius told him?

"Deal." Remus made a final decision like an auctioneer, and walked into the classroom with a piece of parchment.

She kept staring at the paper to see if it was the Marauder's Map.

"Oh, that's right." Just as Remus was about to close the door, he suddenly asked, "About Longbottom."

"What?" she asked nervously.

"He asked me a strange question yesterday," said Remus, confused. "He asked me if Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts paper was due?"

"Why did he ask that?" Pomona asked.

"That's why I asked you, Professor, I heard that Longbottom often studies in your greenhouse." Remus said with a smile, and then closed the door.

She frowned.

"What's wrong with this semester? Everyone is secretive!"

She complained, originally she wanted to check the corrosion of the armor, to see if Filch could catch the student who violated the school rules next time, and not let him go to the trophy room to wipe the trophy, but to wipe the armor.

She had left the corridors of armor, and now she was going to find Neville, but it was a Saturday for Hogsmeade, and he might have left in the carriage with the others, hoping she would catch up.

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Mrs. Devonday was a dark-haired beauty, and Bella used to have smooth, jet-black hair, but she had worn out a lot since her escape from Azkaban, and her hair had become fluffy and dull. Madame de Vaudet's hair was scrupulously combed, and she exuded a disciplined quality, and on the other hand, she also exuded a simple and charming appearance.

She was completely different from Josephine who was dressed up all the time and had rose rouge on her face. No matter how beautiful a rose was, it would be difficult to find it in a rosebush, but it stood out among the green leaves.

But now Mrs. De Vaudet does not need to be anyone's foil. She wears a black velvet floor-length dress and a necklace of the same style as Leonardo da Vinci's famous painting "Portrait of a Lady at the Court of Milan". Composed of black gemstones and gold, it was wrapped around her slender neck several times, and she only wore a pearl bracelet and a silver rose ring on her hand.

If you just look at her dress, she is indeed simple and generous, but Napoleon met Miss Campini in Milan, and Grassini.

If Bertin hadn't reminded her to keep smiling, she would have almost collapsed.

When Georgiana walked in front of Mrs. Devodey, the people around unconsciously moved away, looking at the two women with a kind of speculative eyes. Compared with the tall Mrs. DeVaudy, Georgiana looked so small that Mrs. DeVaudy looked down at her, like a grown-up looking at a child.

"Good afternoon," said Pomona, looking at Mrs. Dwoldy.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." Mrs. Devodey replied politely, and even knelt down.

"You look really radiant today."

"You too," said Mrs. Devourdy enthusiastically.

"I heard you're going to spend Christmas in Brussels?" Bertin said immediately.

"Yes." Mrs. Devodey smiled hypocritically, "I won't go with you, and I'm not a member of the inspection team anyway."

"Josephine won't ask you to go back with her?" Georgiana asked.

"The first lady sent me out to help you. I heard that you prefer to stay in the study rather than salons and balls, so I'm here." She said and looked around pretendingly, "But I think you are alone People seem to be able to handle it."

"We've just gone through the war, and we're in full swing." Georgiana smiled. "Marie Antoinette put too much thought into fun, feasts, and dances, and didn't know what life was like for the people. We are people who come together to find the real good that belongs to our citizens and to make the country happy and prosperous. Instead of wasting time studying parties, it is better to focus on things that are more meaningful to the public interest."

"For the benefit of the citizens and the prosperity and happiness of the country!" a man raised his glass and shouted.

"For the benefit of the citizens and the prosperity and happiness of the country!" Everyone raised their glasses and shouted.

The corners of Madame de Vaudy's mouth twitched as if she was about to have a stroke.

"Excuse me." Georgiana smirked, then turned and left the "Duel Field".

"You were not polite like that just now." Bertin said softly as he walked behind her.

"I'm not Madame de Pompidou," said Georgiana, gnashing her teeth, with a combative air about her that made anyone who stood in her way step aside.

This reminded her of Bella again, because Bella used to be the same as she was now in the school, leading her followers in the middle of the school corridor. It's just that Bella's eyes were still bright at that time, and her steps were big and hurried, as if she was anxious to grow up and leave school early, it seemed that only in this way could she catch up with someone in front of her.