Harry Potter Morning Light

Through the gap between the fences, you can see the entrance of the black hole, as if a tunnel has been built inside.

The lock on the fence also looked very simple, as if it only needed an Arahor Cave Curse to open it, no special key was needed.

But the bank's safe looks heavy and complicated, and it was also opened by an Arahor hole spell, and things are often not what they seem on the surface.

Pomona carefully inserted the key into the lock, twisted it lightly, and an invisible cover seemed to disappear at once, and then a gust of wind blew towards him, and this wind came from the entrance.

She took off the key again, hung it around her neck, and continued to walk in. The underground was unexpectedly empty. Although there were a few side roads, it was not very complicated, almost making her think it was too simple.

But after searching for a long time, she still couldn't find the upward stairs, and finally saw a huge circular mosaic pattern in the "hall". This time she saw it more clearly, it was indeed a bird-shaped family emblem.

"This coat of arms belongs to the Rookwood family."

Pomona looked in the direction of the voice from the darkness.

"You seem to have found something interesting, Pomona."

Then Snape appeared in this black suit, with suppressed irritation in his eyes.

"I just want to find you when I encounter difficulties." Pomona said with a smile, "It's too simple and there will be no challenge. Isn't that bothering you?"

He smiled hypocritically, "There is a challenge waiting for you when you go back. Peeves asked me to ask you, when will the intruder be driven out?"

"The intruder? Paul?" Pomona asked.

"Who else do you think it would be?" Severus said.

"I didn't bring him to school," Pomona said.

"But you took it from him." Severus pointed to the necklace and key around her neck. "Ferdinand said you stole it from him."

"No wonder he was moved from the grand staircase to Peeves' quarters," said Pomona, pursing his lips.

"What did you find?" he said lightly, circling the "hall".

"I didn't find anything." Pomona followed him in circles, "even the stairs up."

He stopped and looked up.

Pomona looked up too, and the light from above fell like a well.

"Do you think it'll be like the spiral staircase in the headmaster's office?" Severus said.

"But we need to know the password first," Pomona said. "What password do you think Sen Bakar will leave behind?"

"Exploding Gummy," he said.

Of course nothing happens.

"Why does that sound so stupid," Pomona muttered.

"How did you know Fitzgerald had a lover?" Snape asked.

"Intuition," Pomona replied.

He frowned even tighter.

"Can you explain?" he asked.

Pomona looked at him.

When James was pursuing Lily, he didn't care about the eyes of others, so much so that Snape would say he was stupid.

This is caused by James' character. His love and hate are very straightforward, and he will not hide it.

When a woman likes someone, she will unconsciously show another side of herself, especially a dignified woman like Nioufer. She will shyly or even unconsciously seduce the other party, making some immodest, and will be accused of frivolity by the same sex move.

This is a secret between two people, and it would be too much for one more person to know, even if they are friends.

"No," Pomona said softly.

"Why?"

"Ask Mona Lisa why she smiles like that?" Pomona said with a laugh.

He seemed even more confused.

"There is one thing I forgot to tell you. She felt that when the crisis came, the principal would definitely help her. But when that time really came, she passed out and asked Batar to take care of her."

"So Batar was her lover?" Snape asked.

"No!" Pomona screamed. "Why do you think that?"

"They're about the same age," he said dully.

She couldn't believe what she heard.

"Isn't it?" Snape asked.

"Apart from their similar age, what do you think they look like a couple?" Pomona asked.

"Where did you get the idea that they weren't?" Snape asked.

"Intuition," Pomona says, but she'd rather say body language and eye contact.

He sneered.

Pomona didn't bother to explain to him.

"I don't think she will faint because she is too weak, but because she is different from Percival and Charles Rookwood. She was marked by Isidora's magic, and others were splashed. She is Direct attack," Pomona said.

"The question now is how to get up, don't say it's useless." He said impatiently.

Pomona raised his head and walked to the center of the mosaic.

"Can you speak Parseltongue?" Pomona asked.

"What?"

"Sen Batar is from Slytherin House, and so is Charles Rookwood." She looked back at him. "And he's also Professor of Transfiguration. I'm afraid only Neofer would have that appointment."

"I won't," Snape said.

Pomona looked at the keys around his neck.

If she used the Transfiguration Charm, what would it become?

As soon as this thought came into being, the key fell from the necklace and fell to the ground without making any sound, and an emerald green "egg" wrapped it up.

"Oh, that's right!" Pomona yelled. "I forgot that."

"What?" Snape said confused.

"Come on!" Pomona beckoned to him. "Jump into the circle!"

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he did as she said, and the whole mosaic levitated, taking them slowly upwards like a Muggle elevator.

"Can you explain?" He asked at this moment.

"Niofer told me about the four roots, and the egg represents the combination of the four elements of fire, wind, water, and earth." Pomona said, "not to mention that birds lay eggs."

He looked down at the "egg" in the middle of the mosaic, which was surrounded by a golden energy, driving the entire mosaic to move upward together.

There are many floors in the tower, but the "elevator" did not stop, but went directly to the top floor.

As an astronomy enthusiast, Sembatar designed it to be very suitable for stargazing. There are several French windows opened in all directions, separated by bookcases in the middle, filled with various materials, and several magic brooms are always sweeping the floor.

One of the walls was bare of any decorations but a picture frame, and as Pomona approached, Sumbatar appeared.

"I heard Neofer mention you." Sembatar smiled at Pomona and said, "Nice to meet you, Pomona."

"What do you think of the nickname 'Dragon's Breath'?" Pomona asked.

Sen Batar laughed. "What do you think of the nickname 'Night Dancer'?"

Pomona couldn't help sticking out her tongue.

"You can also be called 'Toad,'" Snape said aside.

Pomona glared at him immediately.

"You have solved the puzzle here, do you have any questions to ask?" Sen Batar asked.

"One question, does the goblin gold really exist?" Pomona asked. "Where is the magic silver that Isidora used to trap those trails?"

"There is a question, why is gold considered gold?" Sen Batar asked "Why is gold noble?"

"Of course it's man-made," Pomona replied.

"Because gold represents the sun," Snape said. "We are spying on the power of the gods."

She looked at him in surprise.

"Until we know that the sun is just one of the stars, not even the biggest one." Sen Batar said. "But we can discuss this issue later, you have more urgent things to deal with."

"What's the matter?" Pomona asked.

Sen Batar shook his head.

"We really don't want to leave trouble for future generations, but the 'bad root' has already been planted, please see."

Pomona looked in the direction Sembatar was pointing at. The egg shell had been broken, and the liquid inside flowed out, filling the entire circular mosaic, looking like a giant Pensieve.

"You don't need to bury your head in it," Sen Batar said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the face of Charles Rookwood appeared in the pensieve. He was nothing like August Rookwood, who is now serving a prison sentence in Azkaban, even before August was disfigured. .

"The goblins are rebelling, Percival," said Charles Rookwood, who looked much older than "the last time." "They demanded that we hand over the sword of Gryffindor."

"What?" Albus Dumbledore's ancestors were very similar to him, except that they didn't wear half-moon glasses, they were almost 90% similar.

"It was Isidora, who promised the goblins that she would give them swords if they gave her enough magic silver," said Charles Rookwood.

Bocival sighed, "I knew that the goblin would not give her so much magic silver for no reason."

"What now?" Charles asked.

"Let's go and find the others," Bocival said, and the two left the office together.