Harry Potter Morning Light

Horticulture powder is an active ingredient in many very insightful medicines, such as the love potion and Cruciatus, which can strengthen the nerves, increase endurance, and "wake up" from obsession and pain...

I woke up from only a few minutes of sleep. Since I came to this mysterious and weird place, my fear once made me afraid. Every time I saw the luggage left by my colleagues, it was even more difficult for me to fall asleep.

"My young friend, let me give you a piece of advice," said Dr. Self, lightly. "As soon as you feel drowsy, or want to go to bed, you hurry back to your room. Only then can you sleep well." Practical."

I was dazed, but then Dr. Self reached out to me, and I subconsciously grabbed it, and then I was pulled by him to stand up.

Van Helsing tore off the bed sheet in the bedroom of the abandoned villa, and covered it on a full-length mirror. I looked out the window, and the sailboat sailing in the fog with a big hole in its hull was gone.

"Come here to-night," said Van Helsing.

Neither Dr. Self nor I objected. Van Helsing lifted the box in his hand, which contained the dust found in the box on the ship. He had opened it and checked it before, and it did not disappear with the ship.

I hope I haven't become nervous and skittish, and I'm not ashamed to say it now, I'm just worried about delaying everyone's progress.

After a few minutes of silence, Van Helsing and Dr. Self talked about their previous experience on the ship.

"This is normal. Some undead don't know that they are dead. On Halloween, we will light a bonfire for them so that they can go home." Doctor Self said calmly, "We will leave them at the dining table. Seat, when I was young, I sat in the seat reserved for them once, but was driven away by my mother."

"Are there any 'sequelae'?" asked Van Helsing.

"For a while, I often dreamed of an old man. He often held a cane and said he wanted to teach me how to be polite. After a while, he disappeared."

I fumbled in my pocket for a cigarette and a flint and steel, and Van Helsing took it, but Dr. Self refused, and Van Helsing and I walked away smoking.

At this time, the fog had cleared, revealing the bright moon in the sky. I think this is the most beautiful moonlight I have ever seen in my life.

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"They're playing tricks," said Snape. "We're going to find out what they're hiding."

"You mean, like searching their dorms?" Pomona asked.

He stared at her as if to say "yes" silently.

Barnaby was surprised to see Cecil. He probably didn't expect Cecil to come to school to spend Christmas with him today.

"A beautiful scarf." Cecil praised, "Is this a gift from Miss Turtt?"

Barnaby didn't answer, and the scene was awkward for a while, but fortunately lunch "appeared" at this time, and the other children who stayed at school began to eat.

Searching around Pomona, there was no Jonathan Chavez, the Hufflepuff third-grade boy whose parents had died and whose home had been burned.

Even though the Death Eaters were doomed at the time, that didn't stop some from their final madness, setting fire to a Muggle building with the Chavez family inside. It was reported in the Muggle newspapers as a miracle that he escaped unharmed in the bathroom, and that was the day he awoke.

Pomona decided to get him back, and she put down her napkin and left the table.

The Australian "diet" may work for some, but food isn't a panacea for all ailments.

She found him by the Black Lake.

While eating a sandwich, he fed the giant squid in the water with bread.

"Chavez," Pomona called.

Chavez looked back. He was nothing special, with brown hair, the same brown eyes, and freckles on his face.

She didn't ask why he didn't go back to the Great Hall and sit by the warm fire to dine and never see him wherever Barnaby was.

"Be careful not to fall into the lake," Pomona yelled.

"Don't worry, I won't!" Chavez waved cheerfully at Pomona.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, why don't you say hello!"

Knowing she would not go so easily, Chavez stood up, patted the snow off his robe, and walked with Pomona.

They said they were together, but in fact there was still a distance, and Chavez seemed to be following her.

They didn't say a word on the way, and after returning to the castle, Chavez went straight back to the lounge.

Pomona thought of Phoebe, who, like Chavez, seemed to have fallen from sunlight into darkness.

She moved away from the door of the common room, and although Severus asked her to search the dormitory, she was not as curious as he was, especially when no one else was around. If Leeds and Barnaby choose to hide, there must be their reasons.

As soon as she returned to the office, there was a knock on the door of the office.

"Come in," said Pomona.

It wasn't a student who came in, but Cecil, with a very serious expression on his face.

"Have you talked to your nephew?" Pomona asked.

"Yes." Cecil sat down on the chair opposite her. "I'm so sorry, Professor, this is a family problem."

Pomona smiled understandingly.

"There's a doll," Cecil continued. "It's broken, but my brother bought it and kept it at home."

"I heard about your family's 'hobby'." Pomona smiled dryly.

"He collected that doll because it is said to be collectible, and that doll is an antique, an 18th-century French puppet," Cecil said.

Pomona felt a little restless. "What's wrong with that doll?"

"He brought it to school." Cecil sighed. "He seems to have a friend called Ben?"

Pomona nodded.

"They fixed the doll and it told them there was a secret passage under the abandoned castle of Irondale," Cecil said.

Pomona wasn't surprised. She knew that Barnaby and Liz found the place by chance.

"What did you find?" Cecil asked.

She wondered if she should tell Cecil.

"You can go to Rudy, they're going to search there," Pomona said.

"I'll go," Cecil said. "Thank you."

"Thank you for coming here today, I know you are very busy." Pomona looked at Cecil's haggard look, he obviously hadn't slept well for a while.

"No, thank you anyway," Cecil said. "Although it was short, I still had a good time this Christmas."

He stood up and left his office in Pomona.

When he was gone, Pomona immediately took out the double-sided mirror.

"Severus!" she said to the mirror.

It was a while before Snape's face appeared in the mirror, and music could be heard in the background.

"What?"

"They hid a doll!" Pomona trembled nervously.

"So?" he asked back.

"Have you heard of that famous doll from the '70s?" Pomona asked.

"You mean Barbie?" he said jokingly.

"No, it's Annabelle!" she almost screamed. "It's at Hogwarts now!"

"Relax, I'll be right back," he whispered.

She knew he was at the party and became Draco Malfoy's godfather.

"Come back soon." She said weakly.

"I will," he said, and the mirror went dark except for the sound of music.

Because Albus liked to listen to chamber music, Pomona recognized that the piece being played at the moment was a minuet, which was suitable for court dancing in the 18th century, but people only regarded it as elegant background music in the 20th century.

The song kept ringing in her ears like a lingering dream.