Harry Potter Morning Light

Sirius Black was so much the focus of everything last school year that You-Know-Who was ignored until he made an unexpected appearance at the Quidditch World Cup.

There are significantly fewer people in Diagon Alley than before. I wonder if it's because the World Cup is over and the tourists have already gone back.

"You, stop." A drunk rushed towards Pomona, and she raised her wand hastily.

"Go back!" she snapped, and the drunk looked at her wand in disgust.

"Let's go," said Snape, and strided down Knockturn Alley, dragging the hem of his cloak, not caring that Pomona had to trot to keep up.

Pomona wrapped the cloak around her body tightly, and when they walked out of an alley, the heavy rain fell, and the bean-sized raindrops fell on the body, which was a little painful. Fortunately, the road was not far away, and they arrived in Bojin soon. blog.

"Ah, Professor Snape." Bojinbok, who was appraising antiques, looked up at the people entering the shop. "What are you doing here today?"

"I'll return the things."

"Return something?" Bojinbok said confusedly.

"This is it." Snape said, placing a small wooden box on the counter.

As he opened the small wooden box, three round eyes appeared inside, with green, red, and yellow irises. They didn't move at first, but trembled after a while. At the same time, in the Bojinbok store, a blue eye placed in a glass display case also began to tremble. It lightly hit the glass and made a clanging sound.

"Whizzing"

The eyes in the wooden box flew up one by one, and they revolved around the eyes in the glass cabinet, like friends reunited.

"Looks like they come together," said Snape, laughing. "I've heard it said they were supposed to come in sets of four, but I only found three, so I immediately thought of the one in your shop."

Pomona pouted behind her back.

"How are we going to get this thing off!" she said, looking at the Hand in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, next to the closet with the Boggart in it.

Severus remained silent, pretending to be profound.

Pomona raised her wand, and the spell she released seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and landed on a portrait that Rohart hadn't taken away in time. Several Cornwalls hiding behind the portrait The little elf was frightened and flew away.

"That's a bimetallic alchemy wire, it can produce a hexagonal deflection." He "kindly" explained.

"I know what that is!" said Pomona sullenly.

There was a circle of wire on the ground around the Hand of the Stone, which formed a defensive magic that blocked her spell.

"Why would Remus protect this thing?"

"He used to work for Borginburg and helped him undo a lot of curses on merchandise," Severus said, "so when he told Borginborker to borrow the stone statue, he lent it to Lupine , 'for free', but if he's going to give it back he'll have to at least keep it intact, this defensive spell keeps the statue safe from the little trolls."

"Well, another question, why is he working on this thing?" Pomona asked.

Severus didn't answer her question, he raised his wand.

Black smoke rose from the ground, and the smoke billowed like undead wailing.

She didn't want to condemn him at this time, and shouldn't use black magic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but although the black smoke broke through the hexagonal polarization, it didn't raise the hand of the stone.

"I think Alastor Moody would be interested in this thing, leave it here," Severus said. "Take away the other useless things."

"What?" Pomona asked.

Then Severus let the black smoke float up the cabinet containing the Boggart, opened the door, and before the Boggart inside came out, he threw Rohart's portrait into it, and there was a "bang" Close it with a sound.

He was so proficient in doing all this, it was done in one go, as if he had practiced countless times.

"Where are you going?" Pomona asked after recovering.

"Go where it's supposed to go." Without looking back, Snape took the wardrobe and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The Boggart inside seemed to be frightened and ran rampant in the closet.

Who would have thought that such a "scary" Boggart would exist today?

"Wait...wait!" Pomona stammered, and followed.

The old bat's pace was faster than usual, and the cloak was like a sail full of wind. He took the cabinet to the grand staircase, and then "apparated", from the third floor to the eighth floor, and let the cabinet go down the stairs. The "patio" floats upwards.

Pomona probably knew where he was going, and by the time she ran to the Room of Requirement, Severus had already arranged the bimetallic alchemy wire around the cabinet.

"We can put it back in the teachers' lounge," she said futilely, panting.

"This thing exists on the basis of human emotions." Severus looked at the cabinet and said, "I don't think it's appropriate to keep it near people."

Pomona even looked at the cabinet with some sympathy. The hexagonal polarization is a kind of protective magic, which can prevent the magic from outside from harming the inside of the defense array, and can also become a kind of cage, preventing things trapped inside from coming out. It has a corresponding anti-curse, but it is very complicated, at least the Boggart's intelligence cannot understand and use it, especially it is still imprisoned by a semi-permanent magic circle arranged with alchemy thread.

And since the Boggart is a kind of non-existence, even if it keeps banging on the cabinet door and making noises to show its existence, no one will pay attention to it.

"Look what I found?" Severus teased.

Pomona followed his line of sight and found that it was the moon phase carpet used by the Dueling Club. Although it looked perfectly symmetrical, it actually represented the moon at different times...

"Even the Dark Lord didn't scare his classmates with Parseltongue when he was studying." Severus looked back at her. "I remember Justin was a student at your house."

"Harry didn't realize he was speaking Parseltongue at the time," Pomona said. "He didn't mean to."

"He likes to stand out, just like his father." Severus turned to look at the wardrobe, which was shaking constantly. "He couldn't wait to do it, even if it caused danger."

Pomona was organizing a verbal rebuttal, but as the closet shook, a small wooden box fell from the "heap of debris" next to it...

"Actually, it's a group of 5, but thank you anyway." Bojinbok said with a smile, as if he had already tacitly agreed that these glass eyes belonged to him.

"Do you have any rings here?" Snape asked after a majestic tour of the shop.

"ring?"

"A ring with Peverill's mark," said Snape.

"Of course!" Bogginbok said, "wait a minute, ah, there are no employees now, and I have to do everything myself."

As Boginbock disappeared behind the counter, so did his whining.

Tom Riddle worked for Burkinburg for a while after graduation, and it was during that time that he came into contact with Herbatz ​​Smith.

If it weren't for the flash of greed he showed when he saw the Slytherin locket and the Hufflepuff gold cup, the handsome Riddle would indeed be charming, and it was that flash of truth that made Smirk Herbarth Smith sobered up a bit until he put on his disguise again.

Tom at school, however, was of a different sort, always learned, polite, elegant, with a black ring on his finger.

This doesn't make him look shabby, or that he doesn't need rings on all ten fingers to show himself, he just needs to smile, and other noble boys will look at him with admiration.

But one day, the black ring suddenly disappeared from his hand, as if the owner was tired of this ornament and put it in the jewelry box.

That was what they had come for, to find the ring, if it had been sold to Borginberg, like Slytherin's locket.

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When talking to other people, Georgiana's eyes always linger on the adopted daughter of the former Duchess of Alba, who always reminds her of the "devil's fire" in the Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. Leta Lestrange.

Even black magic has guardian magic, such as those 4 floating eyeballs, their role is to protect an area, anyone who gets close to those eyeballs will be hurt. Moreover, it is useless to destroy only one eyeball. Each eye has formed a certain connection through the power of the curse, and is connected to other eyes, including the eyeball installed on the owner, just like Alastor Moody's fake Eye.

In a sense, the floating eyes could explain the Horcrux relationship, but Pomona didn't think much of it when she handed over the glass beads to Albus for identification.

The feeling of following orders without having to use her own brain is relaxing, and she handed over "thinking" to the principal.

But after changing to a headmaster, she didn't treat her like her predecessor, even though he once made her unable to think.

She only noticed that in that circular office, the phoenix's deep and melodious cry was no longer there. It had already left the school with the death of its owner.

After all, it's not like a Pensieve, it's the property of Hogwarts.

For a long time, she didn't know its whereabouts, and she didn't even participate in it on the day of the decisive battle, but "not long ago", she encountered it in Paris, France.

It was still by her side like it was during the summer vacation of the third grade, as if it was still carrying out Albus's orders...

Is this her overthinking? She's not a Dumbledore after all, and the Phoenix is ​​always there when Dumbledore needs it, if the legend is true.