Harry Potter Morning Light

Pomona knew that Snape had a great talent for potions, but she didn't expect Slughorn to have such high expectations of him that he let a freshman try to make a potion of living hell.

Those are high-level potions, some professions don't need them at all, at least you have to wait until the sixth grade to learn them. Compared with these two people, her talent can be called mediocre, but so what? She will be very rich in the future. Geniuses need funds to continue their research, and they will not ask for her sponsorship by then.

She will become a "sugar mommy" in the future, and she can choose handsome and talented heroes. It's just this idea that an elf actually threw a clod on her head, causing her to howl in pain, Snape Seeing her suffering, she smiled happily.

You can obviously laugh, why are you always sullen?

You are obviously unhappy, why do you have to put on that fake smile?

The debate in Pomona's mind might not stop until the end of the world, how could people from two different worlds live together.

Snape was brewing a fox-meets-killing potion, which can paralyze a fox just by spraying it with a watering can, but this medicine is harmful to the human body, but he didn't seem to care about his body at all, and she finally understood that his greasy head How did the hair and the bad complexion come about.

"You will die early, Snape." Pomona wanted to remind him kindly, but a person with a bad temper like him would probably ignore his kindness, and it would be better to make him remember it with direct sarcasm.

"You'll live a long life, Martin," said Snape in a slow voice, stirring the potion in the cauldron, "with such a foolish head, giggling all day long."

"When are you going to make the Living Hell Potion?" Lily quickly changed the topic before Pomona got angry.

"Before Halloween at the latest." Lily Snape was almost answering every question.

Pomona just remembered that she hadn't asked Angie when she would do it, and if the all-out war between Slytherin and Hufflepuff broke out before "she came up with" the antidote, her dream of getting rich would be shattered .

"Snape, how about doing business?" Before he could answer, Pomona said, "How long does it take to boil a pot of antidote?"

"How will you divide it?" Snape asked without looking up at the cauldron head.

Profit generates motivation. If you pay more money, of course, you will be more enthusiastic about working, and the time to boil a pot of medicine will be shorter. But if you don’t pay enough money, the great potion genius, Mr. Snape, will be busy working on Hell Potion. It's over.

"I will provide the materials, three to seven points."

"One pot a month." Snape replied without hesitation.

"You're so greedy!" Pomona screamed.

"Two months." Snape said coldly again.

"Then how do you divide it?"

"Including Lily, the two of us get 30% each, and you get 40% alone."

It sounds like a good deal. What Pomona said at the beginning was 30% to 70%. He still got 30%, but Lily and him were in the same group, which meant that he got 60%. Pomona not only had to provide materials , and accounted for a small 40%.

"mean!"

"Who's meaner?" Snape stopped stirring the cauldron, and squinted at Pomona. "Aren't you going to ask Lily to help you for free?"

"Okay, Severus, I don't need my share." Lily calmed down, Snape snorted, and continued to stir the cauldron with his head down.

"No, he's right." Pomona agreed straightforwardly, "Just according to what you said, how long is the fastest time for a pot?"

"If there are enough materials, one pot per day, but I want to remind you that bezoar and unicorn horns are hard to find."

She could ask Hagrid for a unicorn horn, but it was hard to get bezoar.

Bezoar is the calculus of cows, and only one cow has one in a thousand cows. It is more precious than diamonds.

"How many people can drink a pot of antidote?"

"Looking at the poisoning situation, there are three people who are severely poisoned, and twenty people who are mildly poisoned."

If you want to earn money, you have to pay, and the antidote temptation of thirty-two Galleons is just around the corner. Even if this war cannot be fought, she can still find a place to sell it, and the money invested in buying materials will not lose too much, but the time promised to Snape and Lily will be delayed for a long time.

"Deal." Pomona stretched out her hand to Snape, deliberately not mentioning the time split between them. Snape gave her a contemptuous look and continued to observe the color of the potion in the cauldron.

"Pomona, why did you think of selling the antidote?" Lily looked at her worriedly.

"Maybe soon, Slytherin and Hufflepuff will go to war." Pomona took her hands back, folded her arms around her chest, with a high-spirited look, "Seeing that you are a partner Come on, Snape, I kindly remind you to be careful what you put on your table."

Lily gasped.

"Just because you want to poison us?" Snape sneered, and fixed his eyes on her for the first time.

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

"It's against the law to poison people, you can't do that." Lily persuaded the two, "What if someone dies?"

"So make an antidote." Pomona looked at Snape provocatively. "The premise is that the antidote he makes can really detoxify."

"The antidote is not a panacea, it only covers most of the poisons, and some poisons cannot be solved by it." The pot of Humeizi killer seems to have been boiled, and several flying Humeizi are smelling it The smell from the cauldron fell to the ground, so Snape turned off the fire and set the potion aside to cool.

"Are you making excuses for yourself now?"

"I'm just reminding you to know how to measure, and don't do stupid things on the spur of the moment that you will regret later." Snape also imitated her way and crossed his arms. "Don't think that Azkaban doesn't accept underage wizards."

Pomona looked into his eyes, so dull at such a young age that they looked like two dark tunnels.

"Why did you follow him?" she heard another woman ask.

"I thought he could teach me something." A man replied wearily. "He was a great teacher."

"Then have you learned what you want to learn?" the woman asked again.

"Maybe." The man hesitated for a long time to answer, "but I think she taught me more."

"Why don't you learn your lesson, Hufflepuff." The young Snape curled up his mouth triumphantly. "You always mess with the wrong people."

"And you always choose the wrong allies." Pomona also replied coldly, "Didn't you Slytherin wizards follow Grindelwald the most in Britain?"

Snape's expression darkened immediately.

"That was twenty-five years ago."

"Some things cannot be forgotten with the passage of time." Pomona's tone also became stiff. "There are many war victims who are still alive!"

They are like house elves, still bearing the consequences of the war. The dead may be happy, while those who are alive continue to live in hell.

"They have nothing to do with me," Severus Snape said indifferently.

"No, Snape, they are related to you." Pomona sneered, "Because they are human beings just like you."

Snape squinted like the last time he caught her coming out of Professor Slughorn's office in the cellar, as if he'd got her in, and the move reminded her of a snake, only a snake The pupil is constricted longitudinally.

"Human? Why do you use that word? Aren't you human?"

"Of course I'm human," Pomona said, except that she was of mixed race. "The greenhouse should have the materials you need, bezoar and unicorn horn. I'll figure it out. Let's get to work."

Snape rolled his eyes at the malnourished plants and sneered.

"Get to work, Martin, and I hope the greenhouse will look better next time I'm here."

"Aren't you here to help?" Seeing that he was about to leave, Pomona hurriedly shouted.

"I'm done helping, the potion is on the table, I'm not needed here." Snape said without looking back, "It's useless for me to stay here any longer than just sit in a daze."

"Where are you going?" Lily asked.

"The library!" said Snape. "I'm still where I was yesterday, Lily."

"Are you doing homework with us today?" Lily turned to Pomona.

"No." Pomona took the dirty watering can out of the bucket and threw it on the table. "I have other things to do."

"Alright then." Lily shrugged again, "What are we going to do next?"

"When the damn potion cools down, spray the whole greenhouse with it."

"It's simple." Lily took out her wand, cleared her throat, then waved it and said, "Quickly cool down."

"No! Lily!"

It's a pity that Pomona shouted too late.

After experiencing the sharp rise and fall of temperature, the poor cauldron shattered, and all the potions boiled in it spilled out.

Some things can't be rushed, and we can only wait slowly. Unfortunately, people nowadays are impatient, so in the end, it is self-defeating, just like the pot of potion, it failed at the last step.

"Oh, hell!" Lily hopped with her wand in her hand. Pomona felt that she must really want to take the regret potion now, but unfortunately it was not for sale. Even if it was available, it was a magic weapon, and most people couldn't get it.

It's not that easy to do it all over again, so don't be impulsive and hasty every time you make a choice, because choice is more important than hard work.

It's a pity that there are many people in this world who believe that hard work is more important than choice, and they don't learn from the experience of their predecessors at all, they always make wrong choices, and eventually lead their lives and others' lives together into a tragedy.