Harry Potter Morning Light

The wind has weakened, and the waves are still big, but they have eased a lot. At least the strange sound of the ship about to fall apart cannot be heard in the cabin.

From the time Van Helsing and I came out of the cabin, we came to this moving ship, and the people on board did not look like ghosts by any means.

But they are indeed, I saw the captain, that is, the owner of the deserted villa, he does not look like the madness in the legend at the moment, but he is as radiant as in the portrait, and he is dead in people's description It has been around for decades.

For the past three days, the weather has been terrible, the boat is rampant in the maelstrom and the storm, and everyone is too busy punting to talk to us. The second officer volunteered to take the helm and watch the night, thus allowing the crew to sleep a few hours, when we were noticed.

Van Helsing claimed to be the doctor and I was his assistant, and the crew quickly accepted our new identities.

"Captain, you'd better come here," the mate said to the captain, and then we came out on deck, the fog was still there, the rising sun couldn't penetrate it, but it was good news, because we could at least see It's time for the sun.

Suddenly there was a creepy scream in the cabin, and the captain and first mate returned to the crew's quarters again. I heard something knocking around outside the cabin, making a knocking sound like knocking on a door.

This is in the middle of the sea, who will "knock" in the sea?

"Ghost!" a crew member suddenly shouted. "It's Bligh's ghost!"

Bligh was the missing crew member, and although some would be swept away by the storm, he disappeared on a calm night and he was in charge of the night watch.

Van Helsing suddenly began to knock on the cabin. After knocking for a while, the disturbing knocking sound outside disappeared. Everyone looked at him in awe or fear.

"This is the custom in my hometown." Van Helsing said lightly.

The crew quieted down, but still looked anxious. When we came to a place where no one was there, Van Helsing whispered to me.

"It was our friend Dr. Self who knocked on the cabin just now, and I agreed with him to knock on the secret signal." Van Helsing said.

I don't understand how a doctor can swim in the sea and find our ship exactly.

Van Helsing said nothing else but told me to wait patiently, and all I could do was wait.

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There were 3 ministers of magic in 1752, the first was Albert Bute, who succeeded Aldridge Diggory who died of dragon pox, and he did not continue Azkaban where Diggory left plan.

The second was Basil Fleck, who was forced to take over temporarily due to Bout's mishandling of the goblin rebellion, and resigned when the werewolves and goblins united.

The third was Hesphaestus Gower, although he was also an interim minister because he suppressed the rebellion and later became a full minister, but because of his refusal to reform the werewolf, it led to more attacks occur.

It was also this Gower who presided over a broom match with the Italian Minister of Magic from Aberdeen to Rome. The two sides fought in the Colosseum and caused an explosion that almost destroyed the Colosseum. Olabella Nutley of Luggage and Portkey repaired the Colosseum with the Restoration Charm, and by the time the Muggles arrived hearing the explosion, the Colosseum had already been repaired.

Gore later awarded Nutley the Order of Merlin, First Class, for her contributions to the International Law of Secrecy.

In addition, Gower also refurbished and strengthened Azkaban.

"I'm sorry." Pomona looked up, and a man wearing a bowler hat and soaked in snow said, "Are you Professor Sprout?"

"Please take a seat, Mr. Lee," Pomona said to Cecil Lee. "I'm sorry to call you at such a busy time."

"Don't worry, I'm nearby too," Cecil said, taking a chair across from Pomona.

"Nearby?" Pomona said startled.

"You heard what my nephew said, there is a white wolf who has not been caught, and now white is a protective color for him," Cecil said.

Pomona had mixed feelings.

At this time, they were in the Hog's Head Bar. Even though it was Christmas, many people did not go home to "enjoy" the dishes cooked by Aberforth, which at first glance made people feel unappetizing.

"What do you want from me?" Cecil asked.

"It's Christmas, and I wanted to ask if you'd like to spend time with your nephew at school," Pomona asked.

Cecil was a little surprised, but he answered politely.

"We were not close and I only became his guardian after his parents went to jail."

"But you are each other's last kin," Pomona said.

"I'll give him a present later," Cecil said.

"No, it's not about the gift," Pomona said.

"Is he happy at school?" Cecil asked.

"He made a few friends," Pomona said.

"What are they doing together?" Cecil asked with a smile.

Pomona felt that he was perfunctory. He didn't care much about what his nephew and friends were doing, but just found a topic.

This indifference is also present in Barnaby, who doesn't want to be close to a person or a group so that he doesn't look alone.

"He asked me if there was an antidote to the Unforgivable Curse," Madam Pomfrey said. "I was shocked and sent him away."

Pomona had asked Madam Pomfrey why Barnaby was in the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey had told her so.

Barnaby was not without emotion either, and when Mr. Lee told him to execute Pitts with the Unforgivable Curse, he burst into tears.

"He met a girl," Pomona said.

Cecil laughed.

"Which house?" Cecil asked.

"No house, she's a packhorse," Pomona said.

Cecil looked a little shocked.

"He took care of her with a fellow student named Liz Stewart," Pomona said, telling Cecil what had happened not long ago in Irondale.

"So, that girl named Liz is just a 'classmate'?" Cecil asked.

"I guess so." Pomona smiled. "But they seem to be hiding something from me."

Cecil thought incomprehensibly.

"Have you ever seen Barnaby use the Unforgivable Curse?" asked Pomona. "Like the Cruciatus and Imperius Curse."

"Any questions?" Cecil asked.

"He went to the hospital wing one day and asked our nurses for an antidote to the Unforgivable Curse," Pomona said.

"I'll ask," Cecil said gravely.

"How about today?"

Cecil was silent.

"I know it's unlucky to ask that kind of question at Christmas," Pomona said, "but you're his guardian and only family."

Cecil sighed secretly, "You won't stop until you achieve your goal, right?"

Pomona nodded with a smile.

"I want to tell the others, please wait a moment," Cecil said, then got up and left the Hog's Head.

"What do you want?" Aberforth came up and asked.

"No, we'll be leaving right away." Pomona smiled at him. "Would you like to come to school for Christmas too? Aberforth."

"My only relative is gone." Aberforth smiled sarcastically, and walked away.

Pomona looked at the bar. Next to the mirror was a picture of a boy. He looked sad, sullen.

"It's been a long wait." Cecil said, "Let's go."

Pomona stood up and followed Cecil out of the Hog's Head.

She glanced back at the photo, trying to remember his name.

He didn't leave a name in the history books, but Pomona remembered him. He seemed to be called Credence Barebone, a Dumbledore who was silently parasitized.