Harry Potter Morning Light

The new house starts out empty everywhere, so it looks huge. But as the furniture was moved in one by one, I realized that it was so small, and in order to save money, many of the furniture were not what I wanted, so I had to do it myself to transform them into a satisfactory style.

When everything is stable, dust starts to accumulate in every corner again, requiring repeated cleaning day after day...

"Severus!"

cried Pomona, who was dusting the potions cabinet with a feather duster.

"What are you doing?" Someone who was doing the experiment asked without raising his head.

"Why are there bird and snake eggshells here?" asked Pomona.

It was some time before he answered her.

"I got it from Casino's lab."

"When?" Pomona asked.

He didn't speak.

Pomona did not continue to ask.

After Harry Potter left Hogwarts, Neville, who publicly supported him, was also hunted down. He had to hide XZ in the school. He moved all the things in the secret base to the Room of Requirement, including Mibumi Treasure, the asylum seekers living in the tree house at that time smelled the bad smell while listening to Potter's Watch hosted by Lee Jordan, waiting for Harry to come back.

"I thought Lee Jordan wasn't going to give it back," Pomona joked, continuing to dust the cabinet with a feather duster.

"Only half was returned, and the other half was taken by Fred and George, who extracted the essence of it."

Pomona wasn't surprised, Fred and George were gifted wizards, and their portable swamps brought a lot of fun to Umbridge's Hogwarts, as well as to Umbridge. Qi caused a lot of trouble, and she tried her best to get rid of a student's prank.

"What are they going to do with it? Make Felicia?" Pomona asked.

"He, not them, George put it up for sale in the shop." Severus continued without looking up.

Pomona was a little annoyed that he had said such cruel things in a casual manner.

"Only those who know the goods will find treasures in the 'joke'." He continued.

She couldn't help rolling her eyes, angrily continuing to clean his bottles and jars.

"Aren't you wondering why I didn't buy it?" He asked her, the only living thing in the house, as if asking.

A Slytherin student would "ask" the dean in a polite and flattering tone.

Pomona smirked and said in a sweet voice, "How much does that potion cost?"

He also smirked hypocritically, "It's not about money."

The news of Severus Snape's death in battle has been announced to the world through Harry Potter. The goblins of Gringotts blocked his vault for the first time, and now many people want to obtain the ownership of the vault.

Pomona didn't know how many Galleons he had, but the fight for ownership wasn't about the Potions Master's meager salary.

It's like the second Cassino's laboratory, but he seems to be more cunning than people think, and the really important materials are kept in the deformed lizard skin pocket that he carries.

"If you really want it, my treasury..."

"The way they extract it is wrong!" Severus interrupted her impolitely. "That bottle of medicine is silver salt, not what I want."

Pomona chooses to endure. In fact, they can live without such hardship, as long as he "allows" her to go back to Diagon Alley to withdraw money.

At present, their livelihood is maintained by him occasionally going to Diagon Alley to sell finished potions, similar to Arthur going to the Ministry of Magic to get a meager salary, and Molly raising pigs, chickens and other livestock at home to "subsidize the family".

In fact, Pomona can also grow magical plants, but at this time he was worried that a Muggle would suddenly pop up in the wilderness, find the "vegetables" she planted, and scream, "Oh, my God, there are people living here." wizard," and then ran hundreds of miles to tell newspapers and TV stations what he had found. So there is no need to risk violating international secrecy laws by planting those dangerous plants.

She perfunctorily swept the last two layers of ash, and then left his laboratory.

At her insistence, the dilapidated house did not dig a basement to prevent it from collapsing due to unstable foundations. Therefore, he could not conduct experiments in the "cellar" and could only stay on the sunny ground.

She didn't use thick curtains that could block the light, but she used clear tulle. Isn't it something that the "hostess" would care about what curtains to use?

Back in their shared study, Pomona took out from the desk drawer the most recent letter from the owl, which invited her to attend the one-year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.

In fact, there is no other way, such as they go back together, but in this way they have to face a lot of questions, such as how Snape came back from the dead, and whether he has loved Lily for so many years, and whether the two of them are what relationship?

How could a man who had loved Lily for so many years live with another woman?

The spring breeze blew in through the open windows, fluttering the tulle curtains and making the wind chimes on the porch tinkle.

This voice is not as crisp as the bass she heard just now, but it also brings a pleasant experience like a soul out of the body.

"what's for dinner?"

She turned her head and looked at Severus who was standing behind her at some point.

She immediately dropped the letter in her hand, ran over and hugged him.

His body was still warm, and his heart was beating vigorously. She immediately felt that it didn't matter whether she went to participate in any ceremony or not.

"What were you looking at just now?" He said gently and patiently.

"Letters from students," Pomona said.

"What did you say?" He asked casually.

"Happy birthday to me," Pomona said. "Do you remember when my birthday is?"

"Of course." He looked down at her "What would you like for your birthday?"

She looked into his dark eyes, and tiptoed to kiss him as if obsessed.

He smiled and took a step back.

"what are you doing!"

"Keep it as your birthday present." He said in a good mood.

She was so angry that she wanted to stamp her foot.

"I remember celebrating your birthday, but you forgot mine," he accused.

"What?"

"What did you get me for my birthday?"

Pomona started recalling.

"Remember you owe me once." He said magnanimously, "Next time, make it up to me together."

She couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't give her any gifts on her birthday before. According to his calculations, how much does he owe her?

"Stop!" She ran after him, and Severus started running around the house, his cloak spread like a bat's wings.

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After that, neither Bill and Fleur's first child's birthday party, George and Angelina's wedding, nor even Harry's wedding. At that time, almost everyone in the wizarding world participated. Even if they didn't receive the invitation letter and couldn't be there, people would still bless the couple in the tavern.

For six years they were cut off from the world almost entirely, except for occasional visits to town to exchange necessities.

Pomona didn't go into the details of many things. After Snape became the headmaster, she deliberately held a "big eater" competition. The Carlo brothers and sisters often haunt the kitchen, and they also know that those who hide need to food.

Sister Carlo then nicknamed Pomona "Sweetheart."

When Harry was in fifth grade, Pomona asked Kingsley, who came to the Order of the Phoenix meeting, why he suspected that Severus had murdered old Barty Crouch. Barty Crouch was executed and the case was closed.

Like so many secrets, Severus Snape was taken forever to his grave.

Pomona understood Harry's desire to make amends, but it would be difficult to hang his portrait in the headmaster's office, even though there was already a portrait of Phineas Black there.

Then she remembered a "little thing". She found a portrait of Elizabeth Bork on the drawing room wall at Malfoy Manor, and another hanging on the wall outside the Potions classroom. If she was acting as the messenger, there would be no need for Severus to use the Dark Mark to contact the Death Eaters. Harry Potter had already been captured by Umbridge and had already left Hogwarts in a Thestral. It's gone.

Many people have warned Harry, if he can see Voldemort's dreams, how do you know that Voldemort will not see him? But Harry still insisted that his peeping behavior was not discovered, and he was so reckless that he led a group of people into a trap.

The next question is, how did Severus contact the Order of the Phoenix, when Phineas Black's portrait was painted in the headmaster's office, which has been closed since Dumbledore left, or Hogwarts for Severus? Les lenient and opened it up for him once?

She couldn't ask this question, how could a castle speak?

Francis Bacon said that suspicion is like the bat among birds, which always comes out at dusk.

Suspicion blinds the mind, loses friends, makes princes tyrannical, makes husbands jealous, makes wise men indecisive, sad and depressed.

Just like the mosquitoes in summer, they not only accumulate in the mind, but also become gossip and implant in the minds of others.

"When it's all over, you'll be part of the family and life won't be what it is now."

In Harry's memory, Sirius had promised him so, this memory was stolen by Severus through Legilimency, and then obtained by Pomona. It was her birthday present, and the Occlumency Master had opened his mind to her to read as she pleased.

At that time, Sirius looked confident, as if he had seen the "future".

It's not just Harry, it's estimated that there is no girl who is not full of expectations from what he said.

"Ma'am." Luderer reminded in a low voice.

She was stunned for a while, but she didn't react. At this time, there was warm applause from all around, and she knew that Di Boer's cello solo had ended.

She immediately joined the others in clapping, Dubor bowed to the crowd, and walked off the stage with his cello.

Looking at the empty stage, everyone was quiet for a while at first, and then whispered like mosquitoes.

"Shall Monsieur Duport play another piece?" asked Luderer.

"I don't think so," Georgiana said.

As soon as she finished speaking, a magician walked onto the stage, smiling confidently at everyone, followed by a thin boy in gorgeous clothes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, I will present to you a performance that Sir Isaac Newton did not admit, and that violated his laws of mechanics. I will levitate this young man. You guys can touch him, so I'm now in need of a few volunteers who will assist me with this show."

Everyone whispered again.

"Let me try." A lieutenant stood up.

"That's the son of the former Austrian Dutch Customs Director, Louis Gruyer. He is a sharpshooter and once crossed the Alps with the First Consul." Ludrer whispered in Georgiana's ear.

She didn't care at first, but after listening to Luderer's introduction, she became interested.

"The son of a former Austrian official, joined the French army?"

"Anyone else?" cried the magician.

"Me too," a young man yelled.

"Who is he?" Georgiana asked.

Luderer couldn't answer.

"Who are you?" said the magician.

"I'm a painter," said the young man.

"Then do you have any masterpieces?" asked the magician.

"I'm still a student." The young man said awkwardly.

"Then I'll come too!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Then Georgiana saw another young man come onto the stage.

"Who are you?" asked the magician.

"I'm a law student." The young man said, looking at the art student.

"Let's get started." The audience below shouted impatiently.

Then the magician asked the three volunteers to stand aside, took out a wooden stick from his jacket pocket, and pointed at the boy as if waving a magic wand, and the boy floated up as if under a floating spell.

The audience exclaimed.

The three young men circled and circled the boy, finding no thread or hidden support, and walked off the stage.

"Is that magic?" Luderer asked Georgiana.

"No, this is science." Georgiana fanned the fan lightly, and she noticed that the boy's hair stood up, as if it had encountered static electricity.

"But Isaac Newton denied it," Luderer said.

Georgiana looked at Luderer.

"Newton didn't admit the wave theory of light either," said Fresnel, a row behind them. "I'll prove him wrong."

"You heard me," Georgiana said, then turned her gaze to the stage.