Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 169 Patrol Team

  Mad-Eye had never really believed Severus Snape. After Dumbledore’s death, anyone who knew the location of the headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place automatically became a secret.

A hundred wizards chanting the expansion spell can expand the space, and the sharing of the Red Loyalty Curse by 20 people weakens the power of the Red Loyalty Curse. The Mad-Eye used a Throat Curse to prevent him from telling the location of Grimmauld Place, even if he wants to say that The place can also restrain his tongue.

  It is reasonable to say that Pomona shouldn't tell Hermione so many things. Her Occlumency is still too bad, but the current situation does not allow Arthur to continue such a foolish act.

Let the wizard imitate the Muggle, the wizard and the Muggle understand things differently. The men have lost patience with Arthur. They may not send Nagini to kill him like Voldemort, but they will still use other The way to drive him out of the Ministry of Magic, it is useless to continue to insist.

For those who want to live a normal life again, the lunatics in Azkaban also don’t want to see them. The two wizarding wars have greatly hurt the wizard population. They have not recovered in six years and are too friendly to the Muggle world. It's not a good thing. Hermione, who received the ultimatum, had a bad face. It is estimated that this Christmas will be very unhappy, but there is no way, someone has to clean up these bad things.

  Not everyone can enter the confidential ward, but she is Hermione Granger, one of the magic triangles, and a big celebrity. It is more convenient for her to check whether there are magic plants in disguise in the ward than Pomona.

  When she went to the secret wards for rounds, Pomona was looking for her doctor Charlotte Puri. She and Molly are in the same family, and now they need to talk.

"I hate you, Severus!" Pomona cursed as he walked. He didn't like the people of the Order of the Phoenix at all. Mad-Eye always went against him. Now he has become cunning and will call her to the ground. Turn around, she can only follow his instructions.

  The Ministry of Magic will use the Muggle expulsion spell to conceal some wizard buildings. It is a good thing for everyone to keep a proper distance, because wizards basically don’t understand Muggle society. The men didn’t have time to deal with the werewolves while also dealing with the "brain chaos" of Arthur. This was not because of his identity as a pure-blooded traitor, but because he himself infected this "disease". The more wizards studied and imitated Muggles in a way that they understood, and imitated nondescript, they looked like mental patients.

   "Charlotte!" Pomona found her in a ward on the fifth floor.

  "What's the matter, Knox?" He put away the quill pen that was recording fast in the air.

   "How do you recognize me?" Pomona then remembered that she drank the ugly potion.

   "Your hair is very impressive."

   "I have a question for you, did you see a Slytherin child on the day of the Dark Wizard's attack? His name is Theodorenot."

  Charlotte recalled "No."

   "He is right behind you."

   "I really have no impression."

   "Do you remember the Azkaban escape ten years ago? At that time, a Ministry of Magic staff was attacked by the Devil Net, and a doctor seemed to have been suspended."

  "I remember this. The person in charge of treating him was called Miriam Straut, and I was the one who took his class."

   "That's good, don't be as negligent as him, I remember Saint Mungo has strict regulations on decorations."

   "Is something going to happen again?" Charlotte asked worriedly.

   "Don't worry, just do your job well, and be careful not to let suspicious people appear in the confidential ward. Who is the guard in the hospital now in charge?"

  "Except for confidential wards, all other places are public places."

   "Damn it." Pomona cursed like the old bat, and it happened that Breszabini walked past her, and it seemed that he was going to have lunch on the sixth floor.

   "Stop!" Pomona grabbed the sleeve of the Slytherin snake.

  "Who are you?" Zabini asked in horror.

   "You go and tell Draco that his godmother is here, let him wait in the atrium garden of the sanatorium."

   "Why should I listen to you?" Zabini asked inexplicably, "Let go of me."

   is this, which is why the old bat's temper becomes so hot.

   Pomona kept smiling and cast a silent cutting spell on the back of his hand, and blood was immediately seen on the back of his hand.

"you……"

"Mr. Zabini, you seem to look down on almost everyone and everything, and even Draco's father is ridiculed by Death Eaters and you dare to laugh at it. Then I have to ask you, besides your good-looking appearance, what is worthy of you? Proud?" Pomona pressed her nail to the wound, and he immediately took a breath, "Go ahead, don't let me say it a second time."

  Bresse Zabini bulged his cheeks like a frog and took the elevator downstairs.

  "Is there a map of Saint Mungo?" When he left, Pomona asked Charlotte.

  "The dean's office should have it."

   "Take me over."

   "Take my hand." Charlotte said, and the two apparated in the hospital.

  The snow-covered courtyard looks very quiet. In Pomona’s memory, it was autumn when she came here last time.

"The general confidential ward is in the main building. You are friends of the dean, so it is arranged in the yard where the dean's office is located." Charlotte explained, leading her through the corridor. "I don't think you know how many professors are outside the campus. Success, right?"

  Pomona heard the reverence in Charlotte's tone, in fact she really didn't know what he was doing outside of school.

   "The donation from the Malfoys was made by him. He is a real potion master. Teaching at school is really a waste."

  Pomona remembered the scabies potion that Neville's first grade blasted the cauldron. She would have prepared that kind of potion, but she didn't think he was inferior at all.

  Being a Death Eater is a stain in his life. In a place like school, he can break his ties with the past. Only then can he have subsequent achievements. This is what he asked for.

The office of the Dean of St. Mungo is not luxurious. The walls are all made of wood. There are many portraits of people hung on it. When Charlotte was communicating with the dean’s secretary, Pomona was patrolling it and soon A familiar face was found on it.

  Dailys Dewant, she is one of the few headmistresses at Hogwarts, and her portrait is in Dumbledore’s office.

   "Hello, principal." Pomona said to her portrait, "It's nice to meet you."

   "What's the matter with you?" Dai Lisi asked.

  "Please let Neville Longbottom come to St Mungo."

   Pomona felt a stomachache when he thought of Neville’s poor magic power, so don’t accidentally split him.

  But by this time Dairis had already left, and perhaps she was in the frame of Hogwarts at this moment.

"Knox, if you want a map, I'm afraid you have to go to the Muggle government. St. Mungo used to be a department store." Charlotte greeted Pomona, and this answer did not let her at all. Feel better.

  The efficiency of the Muggle government is notoriously slow. When she finds out the map from their archives, she might as well draw a new one by herself.

   "Thank you, Charlotte, you helped a lot."

  She said blankly, and then left the dean's office. When she returned to the atrium, Draco had already appeared by the frozen magic fountain.

   "What's the matter with you, godmother?" Draco asked.

  "Draco, let me ask you, in the fifth grade, you once formed a patrol to fight Harry’s da, right?"

   "How long ago it was." Draco said with a sense of excitement, "We were still children."

"Now I have a task assigned to you. Ten years ago, in the year you formed the patrol, there was a murder in St Mungo. It attracted the attention of the Auror and indirectly caused the Azkaban. Great escape, now I am afraid that the old things will happen again. I want you and your classmates to patrol St. Mungo as they did when they searched for Da at Hogwarts."

   "I saw the Auror of the Ministry of Magic patrolling."

"The front line is now in Azkaban. The more people the Auror can go there, the better. You have to do more and less bullying, but this time you have to face the assassin. Maybe If someone sneaks in with invisibility, you treat it as a deadly hide-and-seek."

  "Can I invite Astonia to participate?" He said with a smile of interest.

"You have to protect her safety. Also, you can draw me a map of St. Mungo as soon as possible, and then you can design and arrange a fixed route for patrols. Basically, doctors can't fight, you have to pick out those who can fight. Players."

  Pomona found a branch, wrote and painted on the snow, and taught Draco how to draw a defense map.

She is not Moody’s kind of battle mage, but she has her own way of fighting, but her brain is nowhere near her former student. In his hand, she is playing around like a chess piece. She just hopes she can’t Being sacrificed is just like any other chess piece sacrificed by Voldemort in order to gain his trust.

  (End of this chapter)