Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 149 Chatchat

Pomona’s knowledge of the Muggle world was mainly taught by Lily Evans, but she did not teach in the classroom, but took her to play around London during the summer vacation. During this period, the wizarding world was happening due to the dumb cannon parade. Pure-blood riots, facing the rise of the powerful Voldemort, Eugenina can solve the problem of dumb guns but cannot deal with Voldemort, a handsome, elegant, knowledgeable and ambitious man.

  His smile is charming, even Pomona's heart beats after seeing it.

Muggle London has many, many photos of what Hermione calls "models". Their skin is tanned, they look healthy, and they have white teeth like the fool Lockhart, and they wear clothes. Very little, show your figure. Voldemort never smiled so much. He asked his servants to kneel on the ground and kiss his robe. No one wanted to do it when he had a snake face, but if he changed to that handsome face, he could get kissed his robe. Qualified people will feel that it is a gift.

  His fingers are very suitable for plucking the strings of the harp, and only a light click will produce a heart-shaking tune.

  His lips are suitable for singing ancient spells, anyway, Pomona still hasn’t understood the principle of Death Eater’s flying technique.

  His skin is fair, it seems that he does not need sunlight, and the veil-like robe is like the morning fog.

   is just his eyes. They are not the color that a normal person should have. The red light flashes under the eyes. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel a sense of fear, which makes people feel trembling.

   Without using pantograph, Pomona can look into Severus’ eyes all day, trying to figure out what's in his mind with her simple brain. But Voldemort's words are fine, she just wants to escape him, the farther away from him, the better, his handsome appearance is just a disguise, he is a terrible person, although he is actually very sad.

Pomona Sprout is already over forty years old. It is not surprising that she wears 70s clothes at her age. Women at this age have lost their charm, while men are just beginning to show their charm. Mature middle-aged people The attraction to little girls is different from that of young boys who use their muscles to attract girls. After Hermione took Pomona into the "shopping mall", they were all very expensive at first sight, and sold "gentleman" clothes. Clothes.

Most of these shops sell low-key colors such as black and gray. Even sweaters have nothing to do with reindeer. Looking at the clothes on the wooden people, Pomona suddenly understood why the sweaters she knitted would be hidden. Up.

   "Dumbledore ruined my taste." She shook her head and held her forehead. Maybe she had seen too much Dumbledore's colorful wizard robes, and she had become "colorful" herself.

   "I think you are dressed very well, very retro." Hermione looked at Pomona's dress and said, "At least not like other wizards, wearing pajamas in the street."

   "This is Chanel." Pomona said proudly, "Never go out of style."

   "You said you almost became Harry's godmother. Did Harry's mother teach you how to wear Muggle clothes?"

   "Yes, and Mrs. Evans, she often takes us shopping."

  "Can you talk to me about her?" Hermione looked at Pomona and said, "I know, you may be very uncomfortable, but I want to know something that is different from the magazine."

"Those stories are all made up. Lily, like you, is also a Gryffindor lioness. Severus used to raise a prickly boy and was killed by a Slytherin boy. She almost rushed to Duel the pure-blooded nobles in the Slytherin cellar."

   "What?" Hermione cried out in surprise.

  "Which one surprised you more, is Severus owning a pet or Lily is not gentle at all?"

   "This is different from what Lupin said."

   "Lupin was also a predator before. He likes to joke a lot. Why are you not curious about what Severus is like holding a hedgehog?"

   "Yeah, I didn't expect it, Hedgehog." Hermione suddenly realized.

   "It's a thorny guy, he looks like a hedgehog, but he is suspicious. If he is in a bad mood, he will mess up other people's garden."

   "Lupin was talking about you, right?" Hermione smiled knowingly.

   "He might wish Harry had a feminine mother." Pomona sighed. "Harry is just as courageous as his mother."

   "The Battle of Hogwarts, all the children of Hefpaff until the age are left, and you are very brave, Pomona."

   "How about this one?" Pomona chose a gray woolen coat to show Hermione.

   "I often see a lady in the kitchen washing dishes with Molly. She has gray hair like you." Hermione looked at Pomona and said, "Siris calls her Knox."

Pomona put the gray dress back. The color reminded her of Sirius’ eyes, gray like ashes. "Harry and Ron were eating in the room. They never thought about taking the plates off. Thanks to You are here, Hermione."

  "He likes to look at you very much. Have you never paid attention to his sight?"

   "I married Severus Snape, Hermione, just like you chose Ron instead of Victor, let's not talk about it."

  Pomona once again chose to escape.

"If you pay attention to him, Sirius will not be so close to Harry, at least Harry will not be so sad when he leaves." Hermione loves to defend her friends just like Lily, and Pomona suddenly felt like It's not a good idea for her to go shopping.

   "I'm tired from shopping, let's sit for a while." Hermione was tired and said, "It will feel better if you eat something sweet."

  So they moved from the clothes shop to an ice cream shop next door, and after ordering the desserts they wanted to eat, they found a corner with no one to sit down.

"You know that I was going to liberate the house elf before, but now I think if there is a house elf to help, I won't be so tired." Hermione ate the chocolate ice cream and said weakly, "I don't know that a house has it. So many tasks."

   "Not every elf is the same as Kreacher, Hermione." Pomona reluctantly said, "Not only does it not help but also makes trouble, Molly can't do it alone."

   "I just don't want to do housework anymore." Hermione said angrily, "Don't you feel annoying?"

  Pomona understood that Hermione was not depressed because of Sirius’s problem, but because of Molly and the life of the housewife.

   "I don't know how to fight, although I taught a lot of students who can fight." Pomona took a bite of mint ice cream and said, "Everyone has their own division of labor. I am very suitable for that position."

   "Ron can't help at all. I really doubt whether it was the right thing to marry him." Hermione looked at the void and shook her head.

   "He returned to Harry for you and destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux with Gryffindor's sword."

   "This is the greatest thing he has done in his life, isn't it? He has mentioned it many times." Hermione poked it as hard as he had a grudge against ice cream.

   "Have you ever thought of letting him join the Auror and Harry?" Pomona asked, "You enter the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic."

  Hermione no longer pokes ice cream.

"I have plans for your future, Hermione Granger, your father in law. Arthur Weasley’s Muggle Protection Act is fundamentally wrong in the legislation. Muggles do not need protection. I believe in one. The bomber can blow up the wizarding world. Arthur is a family man. He is suitable for staying at home. You and Ron are both young. Don't stay at home anymore."

  "How do I start?" Hermione stopped resisting the question, and asked seriously.

  "Have you heard of Minister Tea Boy, Leonard Spencer Muen?"

   "Yes." Hermione nodded. "He and Winston Churchill are said to be good friends."

  "You have to start at the grassroots level, especially because you are a Muggle species and still a female. Can you endure hardship?"

   "As long as it's not for me to do housework."

   "Politics and housework are the same. They both need to be'organized' to find order in chaos. I don't know how to deal with it. Severus will teach you when the time comes." She took another bite of mint ice cream.

   "Very few people eat mint ice cream. It tastes like toothpaste." Hermione looked at Pomona's ice cream and suddenly laughed weirdly.

  "Have you ever drunk the cheer? Finally, add a slice of peppermint. It can produce a feeling of happiness, although it is short-lived."

   "Can you teach me how to match?"

   "I don't know, I'm not very good at potions, but you can come to St. Mungo, where the euphoria is being promoted."

  "You are not good at potions, how did you marry Professor Potions?" Hermione asked puzzled.

  "Herbs are the foundation of potions, and he can't do without me." Pomona said triumphantly, "Why did you doze off when you squeezed the sap of pimple vine sap in the greenhouse that day, Granger?"

   "Do you remember?" Hermione was even more surprised, after all, it was seven years ago.

   "How could I not pay attention to such an excellent student as you sleeping in class, because you fell asleep, Harry hit the tumor on my head." Pomona looked at her expressionlessly.

   "But you don't look angry at all."

   "No, I am very angry, I almost turned Hogwarts into Malfoy Manor."

  On the second day of Halloween, the Daily Prophet and various weekly magazines published the horrible magical plant manor, ensuring that even the housewives had noticed it, and those who questioned the Malfoy’s family shut their mouths.

   "After buying clothes, accompany me to find the movie theater. I'm looking for the kind of old movies."

   "Yes, Dean." Hermione said obediently, and then put a big mouthful of chocolate ice cream in her mouth, no longer the way she was in charge.

   "Call me Pomona." Dean Hefpaff smiled sweetly and said, "We are now friends, Hermione."

   "Why are you so like Umbridge." Hermione looked at her in horror.

   "That's because she is a real politician, and you have a lot of lessons to learn, dear." Pomona dug a big mouthful of mint-flavored ice cream and looked at Gryffindor's little lioness with facial expressions.

  (End of this chapter)