Harry Potter Morning Light

"We can go to Hogsmeade next semester. Don't forget to ask your parents to sign the application form this summer."

During an herbal class in the conservatory, Pomona heard Tonks tell Tulip that they were changing soil for the valerian.

"How could I forget." Tupri said with a smirk. "We can go to Zuko and see what props we can use to make fun of that annoying librarian."

Pomona glanced at Elena, a freshman in their group, who was so engrossed in weighing dragon manure on a scale that she didn't seem to hear the conversation between Tonks and Tulip.

Elena's goal for the next semester is to prepare for the Potions Championship. The old bat thinks that she should not continue to dawdle in the first grade, but Elena obviously did not find a reassuring study partner in the second grade.

"How are you doing?" Pomona said with a sweet smile.

"Almost there," said Tonks generously, showing off the fertilizer she had just fertilized the valerian.

"Did you loosen the soil?" asked Pomona.

"Of course," said Tonks. "I just don't have to weigh every fertilizer like she does."

Elena became a little annoyed, and said angrily, "You just release it based on your feelings, no wonder your potions always have problems."

"This is a class on herbal medicine. First of all, you have to figure out what the plants need, not follow the recipe." Tonks said with a playful smile.

"I have a question," said Pomona, before the girls started arguing. "Which of the following potions doesn't require a sprig of valerian? A, Polyjuice Potion, b, Sleeping Pills, c, Potion of Forgetting."

"I thought the final exams were a few weeks away," said Tonks, pursing his lips.

"You just don't know the answer." Elena gloated.

"I guess it's a," Tupri said cheerfully.

"You guessed it right." Pomona kept smiling. "But next time I hope you don't. Five points for Hufflepuff."

"We have to wait until the senior year to learn the compound decoction. We have already learned the other two. I don't think there is anything to guess about it." Elena said coldly.

Pomona felt that Elena was becoming more and more like Snape, with less sense of humor, but fortunately, they stopped talking about teasing the teacher or fighting in the next class.

When the bell rang again, the class for the day was finally over. The students simply cleaned up the workbenches, and then Pomona would clean up the greenhouse.

She used the floating spell to float the flowerpot to the warehouse of Greenhouse No. 3. She just put the flowerpot down when she heard a little movement.

She followed the sound and found a clump of arrowroot swaying.

Even if it grows in the greenhouse of the magic world, it is still an ordinary plant that cannot move, not to mention there is no wind.

She walked over cautiously, and the shaking slowly stopped, as if something hiding behind had noticed her.

"Who's there?" Pomona asked.

No one answered, and after a while, just when she thought she had an illusion, she seemed to hear a "bang", and then a werewolf stood up from behind the arrowroot.

Pomona was taken aback, and then she remembered that today was not the night of the full moon, and the werewolf hadn't turned yet.

Hogwarts' defensive magic will also resist werewolves, and it is impossible for werewolves to enter the school, but she still remembers the scene of "raining" in the auditorium not long ago...

"Riddikulus," she heard someone shout behind her, and the werewolf transformed into a wolf stuffed animal.

"Are you all right, Professor?" Pomona looked back at the man, the first thing she saw was a head of red hair.

"Charlie?" Pomona asked.

"Why are there boggarts in the greenhouse?" asked Charlie Weasley.

Pomona subconsciously wanted to use the Amnestic Charm so that no one would know what her worst fear was.

"I don't know, boy, maybe it's because the school's defensive magic has weakened." Pomona said weakly. "We'll get it out of here."

"Where are you going to get it?" Charlie asked.

Before Pomona could speak, the boggart that had turned into a plush toy transformed again, and fled quickly into the preparation room, and then into the closet.

"I guess it found a place for itself," Pomona said, then looked at Charlie "Where did you get this spell, I don't think your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor taught you how to deal with boggarts .”

"Hagrid taught me. He said that in the Forbidden Forest, you might encounter..."

When Charlie said this, he suddenly shut up.

She knew Charlie wasn't home for Christmas, and that staying with Hagrid wasn't just about hippogriff training.

"Thanks Hagrid for me, are you going to his place?" said Pomona, smiling.

"That's the plan, but..." Charlie looked at the cabinet containing the Boggart, which was shaking constantly.

"Leave this to me, you go." Pomona said.

"Okay, Professor," said Charlie, as if afraid of her regrets, and turned away.

When he was gone, Pomona looked back at the closet.

Drawing on the experience of the Mirror of Erised last time, Pomona did not intend to place it where the students might go, even though the greenhouse was full of dangerous poisonous tentacles.

In contrast, the teachers' common room was a place where the students would never go, so she cast a Levitation Charm on the cabinet and walked towards the castle with it.

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In the works of William Blake, there is such a work, a "man" who looks half human and half animal, holds an empty bowl in his hand, standing in front of a window, outside the window is the starry sky, and a shooting star flies by.

The painting, called the ghost of flea, is said to have been painted by Blake after seeing hallucinations. Fleas are known to feed on blood, but there's not a hint of red in the whole painting, the dominant hue is gold.

According to Blake's own description, this "ghost"'s desire for blood is expressed in its flicking tongue. He believes that the soul of a bloodthirsty person will live in the body of fleas, and it is limited to insects. If they are as big as horses, then Humans will be reduced to their food, and soon there will be no more, and the half-human, half-beast figure is actually a damaged ghost, although it has as strong muscles as the red dragon.

Back in the bedroom, Severus took a biscuit box from the chest of drawers and sat on the bed.

He looked like a child, and Pomona sat on the edge of the bed to see what he was up to.

Then he opened the biscuit box, which was filled with various marbles.

"It's my mother's. She used to be a gobstone master." Severus stared at the beautiful marbles, then at Pomona. "She won them all."

"Beautiful," said Pomona, picking up one of the gobstones, which was transparent like a crystal ball and shone golden in the warm candlelight.

"Do you like it?" Severus asked suddenly.

Pomona looked at him.

She had lied to him once, that Eileen had been on the Quidditch team.

She thinks this can cultivate his "masculinity". After all, compared with riding a broom, Gao Bushi is too quiet. He needs more strength at a school that needs him to fight back.

"I can't play." Pomona put the marble back.

"I can teach you." He said enthusiastically.

"Didn't you say you were sleeping?" Pomona said coldly.

"Playing this does not affect sleep."

Now Pomona knew what was going on with that cup of black tea.

"Okay," Pomona said patiently, like a kid who can't fall asleep after hearing a bedtime story and clamors for "one more."

Then Severus, in that deep, mature voice, explained the child's game.

The strange thing is that she actually finds it interesting, even if she doesn't drink black tea to refresh her mind, she can be full of energy, maybe she can play this until dawn.

In fact, it is good to be less "adult" occasionally, and to be like a child, just like that box of gobstones, they are not valuable jewelry, but they can still bring happiness to people.

Sometimes people who are facing each other appreciate each other. This may be the feeling of meeting opponents.