Harry Potter Morning Light

"who is she?"

"Pomona Sprout."

"She...how does she look different."

"Polyjuice, Neville." said a greasy voice. "Didn't Harry Potter drink that stuff a lot?"

If you can find a way to improve the texture of it, I would appreciate it!

The thought of the creamy taste of the potion made her nauseous, and she wanted to open her eyes, but she could only feel a burst of white light, and then someone leaned over to block the light.

"He's coming, don't you want to see him? Open your eyes."

She felt like she had water in her ears in the shower, and nothing was real, but she still grabbed a piece of clothing by feeling.

It was a sweater, the kind of Muggle clothes a wizard wouldn't wear, but she knew who it was, and she was relieved, her mouth as sweet as candy.

"How did she become like this?"

"Just like your mother." The man said coldly, "Two women have become like this because of you, you are so brave, Longbottom."

Don't hurt him, he hasn't been through enough?

Pomona wanted to punch that person, but she felt extremely painful, as if a huge force had torn her body apart, and she couldn't help howling.

“Heartbreaking!”

She heard a man shout, and a green light shot from the wand and hit her, and she saw nothing but evil and madness in the man's face.

"Why did you do this?" Pomona shed tears, and the irrational person seemed to wake up to something when she was about to pass out, and threw away his wand.

"You shouldn't have opened the door for him." A demonic voice whispered in her ear. "Kindness doesn't always pay off. Remember the story of the farmer and the snake?"

On a cold winter day, a farmer returning home from the market found a frozen snake on the side of the road. He felt sorry for the snake and put it in his arms. When the heat from his body warmed the snake, the snake soon woke up, revealed its cruel nature, and fatally wounded the farmer, biting the farmer. Before he died, the farmer said: "I actually saved a poor poisonous snake, so I deserve this kind of retribution!"

"You deserve it." said the voice. "Stupid woman!"

Is that why you hate your mother?

Pomona slapped the inhuman thing hard, and then the pain started to sweep through her body again, and she started screaming again.

"Go away!" she heard the man say in disgust. "Don't be like a log."

"How did you live?" Neville said in a wailing voice. "I went to your funeral."

"Are you crying, Longbottom." The man looked back at Neville. "Stop standing there, call the doctor!"

Why don't you wash your hair, it's always so greasy.

She passed out in the severe pain, and when she woke up again, she had left Hogwarts and came to a house that looked dilapidated.

"It's here." Professor McGonagall walked to the door of the house with his skirt in his hand, pointing at the door lock with his wand, "Alahoo is open."

The door lock opened easily, not at all like the legendary house where magical animals can be kept.

"Are you all right?" Frank Barton bent down and looked at Pomona with concern. "You don't look very well?"

"I have... bad feelings." Pomona was shaking, tears falling silently. "I'm so sorry."

"You don't need to apologize to me. Here, have a chocolate." Frank took a candy from his pocket. "You'll feel better after eating it."

Pomona wanted to say that she had chocolate in her pocket, and that she had made breakfast with it, but she took the chocolate Frank offered her anyway.

The entrance is a bit bitter, but more sweet, the fruit core is filled with wine, and she had some salad for dinner, and there is still a residual taste in her mouth at the moment, feeling like she has eaten a sumptuous dinner.

"Do you like the taste?" Frank asked.

Pomona nodded.

"It tastes like brandy. I think it tastes better with some wine in dessert. Alice prefers rum. Here, have another one."

"No need, one is enough."

"Put it in your pocket and eat one next time you feel sad." Frank insisted and put it in Pomona's palm, "although I don't want to see you cry again."

"Who is Alice?"

"My wife, we got married this year." Frank looked Pomona up and down, and suddenly said, "Well, maybe you will be a threat in a few years, but it's okay now, next time I have a chance, I will introduce you, I I'm sure she won't be jealous."

"Why, because I'm not pretty?" She pretended to be angry.

"No, it's because you're too young, Professor Martin." Frank laughed. "Oh, Dumbledore, he's got a lot of ideas."

Frank seems to like that old lunatic Dumbledore very much, and Pomona is a little bit disinterested, and she wants to find a like-minded person to gossip about Dumbledore with.

"sorry."

He saw a man kneeling on the ground crying and repenting, but unfortunately his face was lowered and she couldn't see what he looked like.

It's not your fault, it's not you who should repent.

"Please forgive me."

Pomona suddenly understood why Avada Kedavra, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Dementia Curse were the Unforgivable Curses.

One day the caster will regret his decision, but unfortunately he doesn't have a time-turner to go back in time.

"Is there anything you want to say? Why do you look anxious?" Frank was waiting for her to respond, but she didn't want to talk to him right now.

She has an important message to leave for someone.

"I heard from Dumbledore that you are a half-breed Veela." Frank said blankly, "Does the full moon affect you too?"

"No... I'm just, just." She was very anxious, and the more anxious she stammered, the sooner she saw the crab claw orchid in the corner of the room, she ran to it and knelt down beside it, and then said to it, "Beware of the time-turner !"

After finishing speaking, she felt much more comfortable, as if she vomited out after eating something bad, and then she stood up, and found that Professor McGonagall and Frank were looking at her strangely.

"Is that your gift?" said Professor McGonagall. "Talk to plants?"

Pomona thought it must be weird for a child with this talent, who would talk to potted plants?

"Not me." Pomona looked at Frank Longbottom. "You are the last direct descendant of the Longbottom family. Does your mother know that you join the Aurors?"

"Shh, it's a secret." Frank put his finger on his lips and made a silent gesture, "Although the entire Ministry of Magic already knows."

Pomona felt that his weird sense of humor might have been infected by Dumbledore. The whole Ministry of Magic knew about it. Why didn't his mother know about it?

"Come in." Professor McGonagall said to the two. "The others will come soon."

Pomona had a lot of questions to ask, but she finally entered this house isolated in the wilderness without making a sound. Apparition is not allowed in Hogwarts. They came here on broomsticks in the dark Well, although the full moon in the sky is not as round and bright as the full moon, it is still very dazzling. She hopes that no one will find that they have come here.

"Back and beat." Frank flicked his hat. "Don't worry, we're covered."

"What does this mean?" Pomona noticed, and Professor McGonagall once specially indicated with the brim of his hat.

"Let me wear a hat? You are so funny." A greasy-haired man in a black robe held a glass of whiskey in his hand, but did not drink it, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Why? Is it because it doesn't fit the Dark Lord's aesthetics?" she said in a rage.

Why can't you cover that greasy hair with a hat? He is also a Potions professor. Slughorn wears a hat when dispensing medicines, so his hair is not as ugly as him.

"It's nothing to do with him, it's my style." He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and then heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, this is probably the only wonderful thing in the Order of the Phoenix."

"And you are the worst existence among the Death Eaters." She left angrily with her hat on, and what was even more shameless was that he was still the same as Lucius Malfoy, who was well-dressed, had meticulous hair, and was full of classical beauty. The peacock enters and exits at the same time, where did he get his confidence?

"What are you looking for in him?" Marlene McKinnon noticed their interaction and asked her with a frown.

"Unless I'm blind." Pomona gritted her teeth and said, she was just glad that there was someone who saw the essence of Dumbledore like her, and they could complain together.

McKinnon opened his mouth, but finally said nothing. There were still a lot of dishes to be washed in the meeting point.