Harry Potter Morning Light

The horned camel, the sting of the billywig, the armor of the hairy crab, and the seeds of the tinder bush, the ingredients that make up the rare antidote are like a knight in armor and blood, ready for battle.

The broad-spectrum antidote contains unicorn and parasitic berries, just like a beautiful woman riding a unicorn, taking a leisurely walk by the tranquil lake.

It felt odd to attribute potions to human traits, but Pomona couldn't think of a better analogy. In the autumn of 1989, Hogwarts was once attacked by a group of foxes. At that time, many people were bitten, and the medical wing was overcrowded.

At that time, the senior students were automatically divided into three groups. One group helped Mrs. Pomfleur brew a rare antidote, one group brewed a vixenicide in the greenhouse in Pomona, and the other group escorted the freshmen to and from class. And flexible to be responsible for other affairs.

The teacher has no role in it, and it is all organized by the students themselves. Minerva is also very busy at the moment. Since Dumbledore insists that Aurors cannot be allowed to enter the castle, some of the students are actually responsible for guarding the castle. is what?

After spending a morning in the stale, dimly lit cultural relics exhibition hall illuminated only by the Goblet of Fire, Pomona decided to go out for some air, as she often did, to let the old man who was intoxicated by experiments in the cellar Bats go outside for some sunshine.

She dug out the robes she used to wear to school and put on a yellow Hufflepuff tie, looking almost like a student.

Is there anything more common in this school than a Hufflepuff student?

She thought about it in a good mood, and after walking around the castle for a while, she walked towards the Quidditch courtyard. If she remembered correctly, there happened to be a first-year flying lesson today.

Although the pitch is occupied, the courtyard, used only for first-year practice flying, is still in use, and Mrs. Hodge is teaching Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff freshmen to fly around the field.

This is not a difficult movement, Harry will be able to ride a broom for the first time, but it is very difficult for these children in front of him. At this moment, someone caught her attention, that was Andre Egwu wearing a purple scarf, what was he doing here?

"You don't go to class, what are you doing here?"

Pomona followed the sound and found the fat "Professor Sprout" appeared.

She thought it was funny, so she didn't speak on purpose.

"What grade are you in? Why haven't I seen you?" Professor Sprout asked after looking at her.

"Having fun, Jennifer," Pomona asked in the same voice as hers.

"Professor Sprout" was taken aback.

"Who are you……"

"What's this for?" Pomona asked.

"Occupy a space so that you can practice Quidditch during your lunch break." Jennifer saw Andre Egwu in the field at this time. "Damn it, Ravenclaw got ahead of me."

Pomona saw that Andre was very enthusiastic to help Mrs. Hodge take care of the running new students and teach them to fly, just like a mother hen with a flock of chicks.

"Do you need to come 'in person'?" Pomona asked Jennifer.

"I happen to be free."

At this moment, Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle and announced that get out of class was over.

Aigewu flew back to the ground with the freshmen, and then packed up the equipment together. Pomona watched with warmth.

As soon as the freshmen finished cleaning up the field, the Quidditch players arrived. Egwu stood alone in the center of the field, surrounded by students from other colleges.

"I came first this time." Ai Gewu said provocatively to the other three academy members.

Pomona pouted, this scene is really "enduring".

"I think you should go," she said to Jennifer.

"Why?" Jennifer asked unwillingly.

"Didn't you see that the 'referees' have all left?" Pomona said, pointing in the direction Mrs. Hodge left.

"Pomona" hesitated before leaving the scene.

Masquerading as a student, Pomona took an apple from his robe pocket, wiped it on himself, and "watched the show" while chewing on the apple.

The last time Ron cast a spell on Malfoy to make him spit slugs, but the wand backfired, and Ron himself vomited slugs all afternoon. What "wonderful" will happen this time?

"A person with a good brain can't ride a broom." Taupo Weigel said to Chester Davis in the crowd of onlookers, "I will fly like an eagle."

Pomona looked at his big backed head, which was exactly the same as Draco Malfoy except for the brown hair color.

"The teacher has no doubts?" Chester asked in a low voice.

Taubert snorted, "How did they find out?"

Pomona took a hard bite of the apple, thinking about when he would expose this illegal Animagus.

"Hello." Nearly Headless Nick stopped to greet Pomona. "What secret mission are you on again?"

Pomona told Nick to go away, she didn't want to draw attention.

Nick got bored and flew away by himself.

Pomona felt a little sympathetic to Nick, maybe he didn't realize that his wrong spell not only turned the opponent's teeth into fangs, but also made other Muggles think that Nick turned the female Muggle into a vampire, At that time, more than ten years had passed since the death of the legendary "Piercing Lord" Dracula.

Vampires will also die, not just because of the hunting of vampire hunters. When they live to a certain age, they will encounter some kind of curse, just like the position of a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Anyway, there have been no vampires over 300 years old so far. .

Rohart writes in the book that vampires only eat lettuce, which is also fictional, they can eat human food, but digesting it is like poisoning themselves, which makes them feel weak, just drinking blood is better than eating a chicken leg to bring them Come more energy.

Rem bull's blood and dragon's blood both have magical powers. What they absorb is life force, which is a bit similar to what Tom Riddle did to Ginny.

Instead of making a powerful potion of mana for a depleted Auror by artificial rem blood, Albus lets her recover on her own, though it's much slower to do so.

There is such a legend that when an apple blooms, one flower summons an angel, and one flower summons a demon.

She looked at these noisy little monsters. The green lawn was pleasing to the eye, and the snow-covered appearance in winter was also very beautiful, but it was far less vibrant than before.

As long as human hands are used properly, many things can be done, and of course they can also cause destruction. Defense against foxes and self-protection cannot be done with bare hands. If human beings were impotent, they would have no place on this planet.

A Frenchman named Rousseau wrote: A so-called tyrant is a ruler who rules by violence, regardless of justice and law. To be precise, a tyrant is a person who has usurped his own royal power. This is how the Greeks understood a tyrant. No matter whether he is a good king or a bad king, as long as their power is not obtained legally, they are all called tyrants.

The mysterious man doesn't just rule by violence. When the professors say that a certain college gains points, the scores will change in the hourglass representing the four colleges. Similarly, when people say the unspeakable name of the mysterious man There will be "retribution". Instead of letting children live in such a future, it is better not to let them be born. What parents want their children to live in such a world?

It only takes one small gesture and it can save a lot of misfortune.

She sighed softly.

In fifth grade, before the owls exam, Severus showed Lily on his broom here, just as Taubert said.

Then she thought of Harry's dueling club in his second year, and the way he beat Rohart to the ground made her very relieved, but could these two things be the same?

She stood leaning against the pillar for a while, and found that the quarrel for the territory was boring, so she also left.

After walking two steps, she suddenly remembered that this is where Snape said to change the formation, and Hufflepuff's team members practiced flying in the summer.

She seemed to be a little stimulated at the time, her mind was buzzing, and the Quidditch players were circling around her head with a cartoon effect. What was it for?

She thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of it, it seemed that she was really as forgetful as Neville, or she would also buy a memory ball?