Harry Potter Morning Light

"Dark magic is so varied, so varied, so varied, and never ending, that to fight it is like fighting a monster with many heads, one of whose head is cut off, and a new head pops up, more vicious than the original one, More cunning, you are dealing with something unpredictable and indestructible, so your defenses must be as flexible and innovative as the black magic you have to deal with."

Justin Fanglieli vividly repeated to Pomona what he had heard in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the sixth grade.

The old fool finally couldn't find even one person to apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he gave the position to Severus Snape, a potions professor who was obsessed with the dark arts.

The multi-headed monster he was talking about was very similar to the nine-headed sea monster Hydra. It was different from the earthly python Yemengarde. It had nine heads. According to legend, it could not be killed.

Hercules smashed the eight heads of the hydra to death with a wooden stick, and burned the newly grown snake heads with fire to prevent them from growing. In the end, there is no cure for anyone who has been hit by his sword, including Hercules himself.

"Professor?" Justin asked. "Are you listening to me?"

"Do you think Professor Snape is right?" Pomona stopped fiddling with the mandrake and looked at the sycophant.

"I don't think there is any problem." The little Muggle wizard said, "People really should have the ability to innovate and be flexible."

"Don't you think he's too obsessed with the dark arts?"

Justin shook his head.

"I've heard so many things worse than black magic."

"Your parents want to tell you this?" She asked in surprise, she thought parents were trying their best to protect their children's pure hearts.

"No, it's watching TV." Justin said calmly, "There are news broadcasts every day that terrible things happen around us."

She couldn't help but think of the boy in the bathroom, riding on a grown man. The knife in his hand had scratched brightly in the dark night, and the tip of the knife was still stained with blood.

If she hadn't disposed of Tobia's body and let him disappear, the news of a 13-year-old boy killing his own father would have been broadcast on TV, it would have been a very scary thing indeed.

But if it is added that the boy killed his biological father in order to protect his mother who was abused by the family, then he will become a not very honorable little hero.

She heard a child crying. He was crying with his ears covered in a dark corner. The place was tiled like the bathroom, and there was blood everywhere on the floor.

The blood that flows out of the body is dark red, and it will turn bright red after being diluted with water. The big pool of blood looks like a pool of blood, and Irene soaked in the water looks like the legendary woman who lived by her. A vampire soaked in virgin blood to keep her youth and beauty, her eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling blankly, her son is killing her husband, because her husband is going to kill her.

Most of the people who kill their wives are husbands. He has so many things to do every day, so he has no time to care about what women are thinking.

He has no idea what his family members are thinking, which is why he is so shocked when he finds out that his son has become a Death Eater, his daughter has eloped, and his wife has had an affair.

Why is everyone not rational and intelligent?

Why would anyone betray?

It's all messed up.

The murder scene looked like a mess, not neat and orderly at all, and it was a struggle to clean up.

She hates "cleaning up" work, she hates being a woman, she doesn't want to have her waist girdled to suit other people's preferences, and she doesn't want to wear high heels, it looks like it will make a woman attractive, but it is essentially the same as Corsets are the same and can take a toll on the body too.

She was in such pain that no one paid any attention to her screams, just like those witches who were tied to the stake, no one would help her at all.

As the soul returned to her body, she felt the vibration of another life in her body again.

Even though the moon was approaching the full moon, the bright moonlight shone down even though it was covered by dark clouds, and a monster was panting heavily.

For a moment she thought she was going to be eaten, but she was alive and breathing.

In front of her are two arms like marble pillars. The arm on the right has uniform muscle texture and looks like an athlete. The one on the left has an ugly Dark Mark. A little deeper, and that's really not a good sign.

"You're bleeding," he gasped.

"Thank you for notifying me." She said calmly, her moon cycle has arrived again, two days earlier than usual, just like a werewolf transformation, it may not be exactly the full moon, it may be earlier or later, that day will come It would be very upset before, and women know that feeling best.

He sighed and lay down on the side seat, and then he started smoking again, enjoying the relaxing philosopher's time.

"The boys must be disappointed I'm a Headmistress," she said sadly. "Hannah likes you, and maybe the girls want a Headmistress too."

"Billy was a man too, and he almost set the auditorium on fire," Severus said sarcastically. "He still hasn't figured out who started the fire."

Compared with men, women are easier to master. A stable life is what they desire most, but they don't have much ambition and revenge. They are most suitable to be the dean of Hufflepuff Academy, which has the largest number of people.

"Can you help a bunch of Justin?" she begged. "He's smart enough to be in the Enforcement Division."

Severus laughed.

"Do you know what your request just now sounded like? Don't you feel dirty?"

"It's what you said, why don't you get some benefits for yourself when you fulfill your obligations, do I learn fast? Professor?"

"You chose your way, I chose mine, we are like railroad tracks at a crossroads, met briefly and then parted ways." He looked at a point in the void, exhaled a puff of smoke "Will you mourn for me? "

She didn't quite understand what he meant, but she understood the last sentence.

"Yes, I will," she said, "but I'd rather die with you."

"You are a fool."

"Tonks and Lupine, Lily and James, they are lucky, they don't have to experience life and death, I am very afraid of pain, Sev."

"You never called me that."

"I just want to try." She said helplessly, "You don't like me, so I won't shout like that in the future."

"What do you call a stupid dog? Padfoot?"

"No, I just call him Sirius."

"I'll call him Blake, and you'll call him that from now on."

"He is dead."

"Me too," he said mercilessly. "Don't you have any regrets? When you closed the door in front of me, you did it for a group of people who didn't love you at all. Like you said, they wanted you It's a man who abandoned me."

she cried.

"If Justin really wants to play adult games, let him come to see me. Even if he is applying for a job, he must go through an interview. You can't arrange everything and let him pick up what's ready-made."

"Why are you so fierce?"

"That's what the dean is like. I'm not like you. I'm kind to everyone, and I can accept all kinds of people. I don't need an emotional fool. First, I can't control my emotions. I'm easily irritated by small things. Second, I'm weak. So vulnerable, I just think about those messy affairs all day long."

"Why do you say that about people from my academy!"

"Are you a fool?"

"You just said I was a fool!"

Snotlite's tongue looks like it was bitten by a cat.

"You are not as good as a dog. Dogs can wear the sweaters I knit and don't know how to pick and choose. You even hide it. It is the dog waiting for me to come home, not me waiting for you to come home. I dragged the sweater when I moved yesterday. You don’t help me carry such a heavy suitcase, do you really think I’m Abigail!” She hit him with a pillow on the bed “Why don’t you learn from Felius, Sybil left school He even used the Levitation Charm to help her carry the suitcase! Your gentlemanly demeanor is all fake!"

Facing a limp witch who studies how to make delicious sponge cakes all day long, and a wizard who strides around school in a black robe can only be beaten.

"You pretend to be cool, you pretend, keep pretending!" She provoked, and in the end she really annoyed him.

He tickled her as if he had cast a Creaking Charm on her, making her laugh out loud.