Harry Potter Morning Light

A spoiled child often has a characteristic, that is, if he doesn't like someone, he will not be the same as an adult, because of interests, he will barely maintain friendly contacts.

Pomona never imagined that she would one day be "loved" by someone younger than herself.

God, this is hell, isn't it enough that she's not as mature as Severus?

She didn't like Joseph, and she didn't even want to eat the food he cooked, but Severus didn't spoil her, and took her to the dining car to eat.

Yesterday they drank German beer and ate Swiss food with a group of young people in a wooden cabin restaurant on the snow mountain. They were completely drunk, and some even jumped on the long wooden table to dance, how happy they looked at that time.

"Come, come, beauty, bring us some wine, I love both beauties and good wine!"

She likes the atmosphere of third class on the Titanic. Now the dining car is like first class, full of suffocating etiquette, no wonder Rose wants to escape.

But the strange thing is that the noisy family, they did not show up.

Maybe they got out of the car.

She didn't think too much about it, most of the passengers were each other's passers-by, and after a short meeting, they went their separate ways...

"There he is."

Just as Pomona was looking at the menu and preparing to order, a flight attendant appeared at the entrance of the dining car with a small man pointing at Severus.

The skinny middle-aged man was wearing a khaki cloak. He seemed to be in good spirits and moved very quickly.

"Are you Mr. Edgar Smith?" he said in French-sounding English.

"Yes." Severus said calmly.

"I'm Louis Merveille, supervisor of the French Wizarding Railway Company. I heard from the conductor that you seem to know some medical skills. Maybe you can help Mr. Erwin von Lorraine. He is a little uncomfortable."

"Is he very ill?"

"I don't know, please go and see."

Pomona stood up with him, she would not leave him alone.

They followed the flight attendant to the family box, which was more spacious than the one they lived in. There was even a small living room, enough for a small private recital. The three noisy children stood at the door of their parents' room , A man's moan came from the open door.

The Twelve Tables Law stipulates that women cannot cry uncontrollably during funerals.

It must be a man who makes this rule.

Mrs. Lorraine upholds the reserved and aristocratic etiquette of German women, or she was frightened and stupid, and she didn't know what to do. Mr. Lorraine, who was in good spirits at lunch, is now lying on the bed with his clothes on, separated by the old man. You can feel the uncoordinated rhythm of nature around him from a distance.

"How much La Mora did he eat?" Pomona asked the flight attendant.

"What?" The flight attendant who brought them and Lewis were dumbfounded.

"His magic rioted." She said angrily, and the two of them opened their eyes wide again like pigeons.

Generally speaking, magic riots would happen to little wizards. At that time, they didn't have enough control over their bodies. As they grew up, as their control improved, such problems would no longer exist.

But if a person has too much magic power input into his body, beyond his control, he will riot even when he is an adult.

"Help him up," Severus said. "He can't lie down."

The little man and the flight attendant helped Mr. Lorraine up. He seemed to be in terrible pain, and he wailed when he moved.

"You have to use up the mana," Severus yelled at Mr. Lorraine's earrings "or you'll die!"

"Where's his wand?" Pomona asked Lady Lorraine, but she could not understand what she said.

"In Dad's cane." The little boy at the door said in English.

Severus said it again in German, and Pomona took Mr. Lorraine's wand. It was not decorated with snake heads like Lucius's, but a badge with a black wand inside. of.

"I'll take him out and stop the train."

Louis immediately explained to the flight attendant, and then asked Severus, "What do you need me to do?"

"Take the women and the children," Severus said. "It's just the two of us here."

Louis looked at Pomona as if he didn't believe that a woman could handle such a difficult problem.

"I don't think you know your co-worker is doing something illegal." Pomona looked at him with a smile. "Do you know someone in the car selling La Mora fish?"

"Who?" the little man said calmly.

"You can ask the chef." Pomona turned her head away from Louise. "Now, take them away."

Magic riots are very dangerous, Arianna, a girl, shocked her adult Muggle mother to death, and Irene, who was also severely traumatized by Severus' magic riots, let alone little wizards Adult wizards, if they are not handled properly, all three of them will be finished.

Pomona waved her wand and cast a defensive spell, which, whether it worked or not, was enough to block it once.

Mrs. Lorraine and her children were taken away by Louis, and there were only three of them left in the carriage. Mr. Lorraine had bulging veins on his hands, and he kept covering his head, as if he was enduring great pain. Can't concentrate.

"Should I give him some potion?" she asked anxiously.

"I don't think so, that would upset the balance in his body," Severus said. "Do you think bloodletting would help?"

"What?" she asked in surprise.

"Those letters, you forgot that the old fool said that magic power can be squeezed from the blood."

"What's in his blood is his own magic power, and now there are too many foreign magic powers, let go of his own magic power, does he still have the power to control the foreign magic power?"

"I don't know, why do you ask me?"

"I don't know, but I don't support bloodletting." Pomona gritted her teeth, "I knew that eating indiscriminately would make mistakes."

"No potion, no bloodletting, what shall we do now?" he asked.

"Black root grass." She said in a burst of inspiration, "Eating it can offset part of the magic power."

"Great idea, give it to me!" Severus held out his hand to her.

"I don't have it with me."

"What?"

"That potion is rare and expensive..."

"I remember it was in the greenhouse I gave you." He scowled, looking like he was about to lose his temper.

"I haven't been to Malfoy's house for a long time," she said guiltily.

Severus looked at her and shook his head.

"It's not my fault, it's you..."

"It's always like this...You women always say that it's all our fault..." Mr. Lorraine still didn't forget to say something.

"That's right." Severus echoed, "Why don't you say you spend too much energy on irrelevant people and things."

Pomona looked at the pair "Alliance".

"What happened?" (what the hell) she yelled.

"How are you feeling?" Severus asked Mr. Lorraine.

"My head is about to explode." Mr. Lorraine was sweating profusely.

"How much fish did you eat?"

"Two."

Severus whistled flirtatiously.

"It's just two palm-sized fish, not enough to fit between my teeth!"

Just then, the train gradually slowed down.

Pomona looked out the window. Here was the edge of a forest, and the cedar trees grew tall and straight like sharp swords.

"Maybe there's blackroot in the forest," she said hopelessly.

"Don't go far." He said, "Also, remember to call me in case of danger."

"What shall I do if you go away?" asked M. Lorraine.

"Do your best to control that force and don't blow yourself up." Severus said irresponsibly. "Have you made a will yet? Do you need a lawyer for you?"