Harry Potter Morning Light

"Neville, what are you doing here?"

Pomona met Neville in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He was holding a pile of parchment, but because the door of the classroom was closed and he couldn't free his hands to open the door, he stood at the door in a hurry.

"You came just in time, Professor, can you do me a favor." Neville helped back a scroll that was about to fall.

"You answer my question first?"

"This is a fourth-year paper, and Professor Snape asked me to call Professor Lupine."

"You went to find Snape?" Pomona asked in surprise.

"You asked me to deliver the medicine to him," Neville said.

"I'm talking about next semester."

"Don't worry, I'll be the same from this semester on." Neville said frankly, "Besides, this year's summer vacation is only one month, I don't think it will change anything."

The time has entered July, and it seems that the Triwizard Tournament for the next school year has been completely settled. In order to avoid delays in teaching, some courses have been moved to this school year, especially the fifth grade who is facing the Owls exam. They are still in class. The official holiday will not be until the end of July, and the "substitute teacher" obviously gave the thesis he assigned to the teacher.

"I'll go talk to him," Pomona said sullenly.

"Professor!" Neville called after her. "Please open the door for me!"

Pomona ignored Neville and went straight to the cellar.

Even in the daytime, the road leading to the Slytherin lounge is still so dark and still glows with the green light of the lake. In this environment, you can't feel the heat of July at all, and you even need to burn the fireplace very vigorously to drive away the bottom of the lake. the chill.

When she came to the Potions classroom, Severus was holding a watering can and aiming at the newly growing mushrooms on the wooden shelf where the potion ingredients were placed.

There are so many empty classrooms in Hogwarts, why not change to a sunny room suitable for human habitation?

Looking at this scene, she thought to herself, so that she almost forgot the purpose of her coming.

"You asked Neville to deliver something for you?" Pomona asked.

"Yes." He put the watering can in the corner, clapped his hands, and pulled his robe to leave.

"Excuse me." He said coldly.

Not only did Pomona block the door, she put her hands on her hips, "How can you order the students?"

"I learned from you. Besides Longbottom, don't the twins of the Weasley family also serve you?"

She was at a loss for words.

"Step aside."

"Where are you going so late?"

"Is it late? What time is it?" Snape asked.

In fact, it is not so late now, the sky is still bright.

The main reason is that the teachers in charge of the class have left, and now it is considered off-duty time.

"Are you going out?" Pomona asked.

"If you don't get in my way," he hissed warningly, knocking her away.

She was annoyed, and felt that she should ask him where he was going, if he was going to see his Death Eater friends again.

But in what capacity is she?

"I'm going to the Potions Guild." He said after walking out for a while. "You know why."

"Your improved wolfbane potion is obviously better than the original one, why didn't they let you compete?" Pomona asked behind him.

He was about to leave, but then he stopped and looked back at her.

"By the way, speaking of this matter, you can't ask Neville to help you deliver the medicine to Remus, he is so forgetful, in case he forgets..."

Before she could finish her chatter, Snape turned and left.

She glanced at the potion classroom, wondering if she should clean it up, what if other schools also teach here?

Mushrooms are growing on the shelves, what will others think when they see it.

But as soon as she saw the potion ingredients soaked in the bottle, she immediately canceled the plan. Even if she wanted to clean it up, she would wait for the old bat to come back and tidy up the potion ingredients by himself, so she would not touch his things.

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A small, smoking steam is placed on the track in Metz as its designer, Richard Trivasik, is being commissioned.

Its appearance is still some distance from a steam locomotive, but the basic working principle has already taken shape. There are several knights beside him, including Figel. Holes or rocks affect the rest of the game.

"Who do you think will win?" St. Tyrrell came up to her and asked her.

If this question was asked in the 20th century, most people would not hesitate.

"You didn't come with me to City Hall, you came here?" Georgiana asked.

"Compared with talking to people I don't know, I prefer to watch the machine being assembled." Saint-Tirrell said, "And I also heard an interesting anecdote, have you heard why Mr. Trivasik invented his own steam engine? ?”

"Why?" she asked cooperatively.

"His family runs a coal mine, and everyone who uses a watt steam engine has to pay a patent fee every year, but Mr. Trevathick's mine business is not good, and one year he almost hanged that one to collect the patent Fei," said Saint-Tirrell, "so he decided to design his own steam engine, which he called the Jet Devil."

"Do you know Mr. Trevathick well? He told you this?"

Saint Tyrell was silent.

"I bet on the horse," he said. "At least it doesn't blow up."

Georgiana also wanted to bet on the horse to win, not to mention that Figel and the others cleared all the obstacles on the road.

But she remembered the story of the tortoise and the hare, although the human rider was not the arrogant rabbit.

"I'm betting on steam chances, where do I bet?" Georgiana said.

"You don't need to do it yourself, how about letting Miss La Rochefoucauld go?" Saint-Tirrell suddenly pointed to Alice who was playing in the snow with other girls and said, "Her grandfather was a friend of Franklin and Jefferson."

She froze for a moment.

"What did you say?" She raised her voice in surprise.

St. Tyrell smiled at her, then walked away from her.

Georgiana hesitated for a few seconds before realizing that there were many people behind her. She didn't need to go in person, she could send someone to call Alice over.

She often feels that she should be a person who can listen and be good at absorbing other people's opinions. This idea is deeply rooted. What she reads in books and the examples she encounters all say that if you don't listen to other people's opinions, you will fail.

Harry is very good at listening and choosing. When he is undecided, he will seek other people's opinions, such as Luna's proposal to ride a Thestral to London to rescue Sirius.

Neville was at the Battle of the Ministry, too, and he was always there when Harry needed help, but what if he was trying to stop Harry, to prevent worse things from happening, the way he had been in first and third years?

This assumption is just an afterthought. Harry was eager to save Sirius at the time, and he couldn't think so much. The most important thing is that he forgot the double-sided mirror that Sirius gave him for Christmas. Just talk to Reese.

She let out a breath, and it quickly turned into mist in the cold outdoors, just like the real thing.

But the living need breath and food, the dead should not.

Or maybe it's because the obsession is too deep, people are more likely to get angry when they are hungry, and the anger in their hearts is like a dragon roaring.