Harry Potter Morning Light

The ash produced by tobacco after burning is no different from plant ash, after all, tobacco is also made from plants.

But the smoke exhaled is different from the smoke produced by burning vegetation.

A very dangerous smoke is recorded in the book left by Cassino, which requires the use of dragon cheese, the stems of poisonous amanita mushrooms, and the saliva of black toads.

Just a little bit of this spray can cause "corpse spots" to appear on the enemy, but the user must first take a deep breath, just like Grindelwald first took a breath from the skeleton in the Lestrange family cemetery in Paris. Take a deep breath of "smoke" in the hookah, and then spit it out.

If one is not careful and the user inhales the spray, the user will also be poisoned.

Pomona shaded the reader's eyes with his hands.

Instead of being angry because she interrupted his reading, he asked with a smile, "Do you want me to guess who you are?"

"Trick or treat if you don't give candy." She whispered in his ear, and her exhaled breath brushed the hair by his ear, and she felt itchy just looking at it.

"It's not Halloween."

"But I'm craving candy," she said softly. "Do you think we should go to Honeydukes, or to Weasley's Trick Shop?"

He grabbed her hand and guided her to sit on his lap.

"Weasley's Trick Shop only has skipping candy, which class do you want to skip?" Severus said.

Pomona saw the scar on his neck and turned his gaze to his eyes.

"Honey Dukes and Jokowi sued George, as if for copyright infringement."

"What does that have to do with us?"

She pinched the "recidivist"'s nose.

"You taught them."

He seemed even more indifferent.

"Toots didn't sue you, even though you deciphered his secret formula and taught it to students."

"So I should thank him?" Severus smiled contemptuously.

That's it, that's the attitude.

Sometimes she really wanted to persuade him to learn from Slughorn.

"You want to go back?" He asked suddenly.

"How do you feel about Slughorn and Neville's relationship?" asked Pomona.

"It's not like us anyway," he said and kissed her.

The kiss, which started out as a feather, turned into a French kiss. She believed that most people didn't want their partner to have bad breath when they kissed, but luckily he drank the euphoria and peppermint on Christmas day, and the potion didn't just look like honey.

"I want to skip all my classes."

After the kiss was over, she said in a daze.

"Aren't you afraid that I will deduct points from your college?" He thought for a while, and said seriously.

Pomona smirked.

"Don't laugh like that, your admirers will be disappointed when they see it." He continued "seriously".

"My admirer?" Pomona asked in amazement.

"you do not know?"

"Who?" Pomona asked, frowning.

Severus smiled, showing all his yellow teeth.

Pomona then decided he was joking.

"You're going to 'rescue' George?" Severus asked.

She hesitated a bit, but she shook her head.

"Why?" Severus asked.

"I'm not a judge, they'll figure it out," Pomona said.

"It's 'he'," Severus corrected.

"Even without Fred, George has other brothers and sisters, and his parents..."

"Go on," he said in a tiresome drawl.

She was upset and wanted to jump off his lap, but he wouldn't let her go.

The next kiss didn't have any tenderness, but instead carried a kind of resolute exploration. She had nowhere to hide and could only be entangled by him.

There is a kind of herb called tuberose in the throat poison gas. Its aroma is very charming, and the flower shape is also beautiful. The petals are pure white and the stems are green leaves. It is famous for its strong fragrance at night.

However, if this aroma is too strong, it will make people feel difficult to breathe. It is very suitable for dealing with troublemakers who do not sleep in the middle of the night and go to the greenhouse for night tours.

Greenhouse No. 1 is only safer than other greenhouses. Although it is not as dangerous as the wild, it is not a place where you can sleep peacefully.

Many people only realize how happy it is to sleep soundly without dreams after insomnia, but no matter how tired they are during the day, they can’t fall asleep when lying in bed at night, and some people even keep their eyes open until dawn.

There is a legend that the Weasley twins planned to put choke gas in the school, so that the students did not dare to go near the corridor of Umbridge's office.

No matter how hateful Umbridge is, if Hogwarts dies again, it is estimated that it will really be closed, and the Weasley twins will also be imprisoned in Azkaban, losing their favorite freedom.

Fortunately, it was just a rumor, and no throat-locking gas was actually released.

Just before she really suffocated, his lips pressed against her chin and began to kiss down. She looked at the sky outside the tulle curtains. It was undoubtedly daytime.

But she glanced again at the open book on the table, at least he wasn't interested in it anymore, it was left alone, rattling by the wind.

This is what she learned from reading Muggle books recently. I am the horse, I am the coachman, the horse is the driving force, and the coachman guides the horse. The ego wants to control the id, but the horse may be disobedient, and the two will be in a stalemate until one gives in. Wherever the id goes, the ego will be there.

One of Lily and Severus didn't want him to learn black arts, and the other refused to give up anyway. They were at a stalemate like a horse and a coachman, but neither side would give in.

Pomona didn't want to be like that, and she didn't want to rein him like Albus, so she turned herself into a "gourd" for rewards, she just hoped that she was attractive enough, otherwise he would still be given by the darkness. Attracted away.

After a while, he buried his head into her neck, and she felt warm liquid flowing down her neck.

She patted him on the back lightly.

"You just washed your hair." After a while, he evened his breath and said stiffly.

"Yes, my hair is dripping," she replied immediately.

Then he let go of his hand, regardless of Pomona sitting on his lap, and stood up directly, and she barely fell down while holding on to the table.

"Where are you going?" she called after his back.

"Repair the warehouse!" He said without looking back.

She doubted whether this "master" had the skills of a carpenter, but she looked out of the window again, and the snow-covered field had already become green, and spring had come. This not only means that he can fix the "little black house", but she can also prepare to plant seeds.

Although the original owner of the house has left and the field is full of weeds, at least it is not as difficult as pioneering.

It's like a new life for her, she has a lot to lose, if she chooses "wisely", she is still the dean and professor of herbalism.

Then she took out the necklace made during the Triwizard Tournament from her pocket. It was red and gold, it looked like a sunset glow, and it shone faintly in the dark. Ludo Bagman, M. Leva and Moody wore it as a badge on their chests, and only Hagrid stuck it on his moleskin vest.

This is made from the pollen of the tinder shrub, the signal the flowers receive when pollinated is "acceptance". Potions made from the ashes of common riverweed resemble clear streams, and the ashes of tinder bushes are red. In fact, there is another kind of Sichuan water plant, maybe she can't find where Wangchuan is, but since Wangchuan river water can be found in the pharmacy to make forgetting potion, she can try to use ordinary Sichuan water plants, like Haig's hydroponic kindling shrubs Forget River Water Cultivation, see if you can cultivate "Wang River Aquatic Plants".

It's definitely not cheap, after all, a bottle of Wangchuan river water costs 4 Galleons, but she really wants to try the effect of the "dream potion" made with it.

It is said that people who have been poisoned with the love potion will clearly remember what happened after they regain consciousness.

She couldn't help but think of Tom Riddle Jr.'s handsome Muggle father. The Wood Orphanage in London had disappeared in the 70s, when Muggles were doing urban renewal and many shantytowns were being demolished. Merope Gaunt His bones are nowhere to be found.

According to Buddhism, it is karma that drives reincarnation.

Pomona believes that it is people who turn the wheel of fortune, and what they need to turn the "wheel" is strength.

Chester, who was gifted in potions and herbs, became a staff member of the Ministry of Magic after graduation, working in the multi-purpose department managed by Umbridge.

When Severus held the testimony of Wolfsbane potion at the Ministry of Magic, potions masters from all over the world needed to have a breakfast meeting, and it was held in the office of that department. Outside of Rich, the job is easy. Even if Pomona had taught him everything, that knowledge would not have helped him much in his work.

She put down the necklace and found the latest version of "Advanced Potion Making". The types of potions changed from 7 to 8, and finally the sugar potions were classified as potions.

She used to admire this type of students and wanted to become stronger, but now her mood is very complicated. Slughorn also likes talented students very much, and he himself did not expect to become Voldemort's "mentor".

"Pomona!"

She heard someone call her name, who else would dare to call that in this place except another "living creature"?

"Here we come." She said impatiently, leaning over to the window and looking out.

"How about building a warehouse right here?" he said, pointing to the land in front of him.

"As you like, honey." Pomona smiled sweetly.

She wanted to see what he would do next, use some black magic or potion to "convert" a house.

At this time, he threw two seeds, used a resuscitation agent to break their shells, and then used a magic spell to grow them, and soon they became a big tree.

Pomona was reminded of the story of Jack and the magic beans, whose vines grew to the house of the giant in the sky overnight.

"It's a good thing we don't have neighbors." She said thankfully, and turned to prepare lunch.