Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2532 manonamission (twenty-five)

  Pomona knocked on the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

   "Come in." Remus Lupin's voice came from behind the door.

   She pushed open the door and walked in, only to find Remus frowning, looking at a map.

   "Hi, Professor Lupin, are you ready?"

   "Oh, it's you." Remus put down the map in his hand. "What's the matter with you, Professor Sprout."

  Pomona took out the potion Snape had given him. "It's time to say goodbye to those hairy crabs."

   "It's also time to set up the exam room." Remus also said with a smile, "Wait for me for a while!"

   He turned around and went back to his office.

  Pomona looked at Remus' back. He did look much better than when he first came to Hogwarts, and he didn't look so haggard.

   The most important thing is that she heard that after drinking Severus' improved potion, Remus can stay sane even when he is transformed. This is already a very significant leap.

  After all, the aconite contained in the original works will only make people's heartbeats almost stop, as if they are in a state of dying, such a werewolf is no longer a threat.

   A moment later, Remus trotted downstairs, his wizard gramophone in hand.

   "I don't think you need music for cleaning," Pomona said.

   "No no no, we're not just doing hygiene, don't forget about the 'big guys.'" Remus laughed. "We're going to catch them."

   "Okay." Pomona shrugged. "Let's go."

  Remus put the gramophone on a table in the doorway of the classroom, then placed the probe on the record, and the rhythmic music immediately started.

   "How about this one?" Remus asked, writhing around, as if dancing.

   "Very good," she said with a smile.

  ‘We are all old guys. ' She thought to herself, Remus mustn't have heard what young people are listening to these days, and the last time she went to the lounge, it happened to be party day, and the "rock" was making her head giddy.

   So they went next door together, opened the door, and Pomona unscrewed the cap of the potion, which immediately gave off a horrible blue smoke.

   She hurriedly threw the potion bottle in, and Remus closed the door. There was no sound at first, but ten seconds later, there was a loud noise inside, and then there was a flood-like sound.

   "Oops, fourth floor!" Pomona shouted immediately.

   "Come on," Remus said.

   Then they ran down the stairs to the fourth floor hallway, where Filch was wiping his armor.

   "Don't go near the Lost Wand Storage Room." Pomona shouted as he passed Filch. After all, Remus was much taller than her, and he took the first step and locked the door.

   They both ran out of breath, then looked at each other and smiled.

   "Did you get into trouble as much as a student?" Pomona asked.

   "As opposed to my other two friends, no." Remus said with a smile, and then he seemed to think of something, and the smile froze.

   "You mean Sirius Black and James Potter?" Pomona asked.

   "When can we go in?" Remus asked.

   "Er...I didn't ask," Pomona said.

   "Let's just leave it for today, we'll come back another day," Remus said.

   "Okay," Pomona said, looking at Remus. "I'm glad to see you back to health, Professor Lupin."

   "Thank you." Remus smiled and went downstairs first.

   "Is this the same as two years ago? The entire fourth-floor corridor is off-limits?" Filch asked.

   "No, but you haven't been near for the past week," Pomona said, and then left.

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  Georgianna asked the Brussels police chief, the battalion commander of the French gendarmerie, and Napoleon's adjutant, Savary, to sit across from the desk, but they insisted on standing.

   One of them is arrogant and the other is indignant. Even if you don't know their uniforms, you can tell who they are.

   In addition to the Rhine Army, the troops stationed in Belgium were also transferred to Santo Domingo, and these people almost never came back. The rest of the army stationed in Brussels has begun to withdraw to Fort Fairford, but the gendarmerie has not withdrawn, but this is not the focus of their contention.

   "We can't wear those uniforms, ma'am," said the Brussels police chief solemnly. "They're beautiful, but they're not practical, and we can't catch thieves in them."

   "These uniforms are not for your daily wear, but for awarding awards..."

   "We have more urgent needs than new uniforms."

   "What do you want?" asked Georgiana.

"Dogs." The Brussels police chief looked at Georgiana. "Please allow my officers to take dogs on duty at night, so that we can better travel duties. If we increase the manpower, it will increase the cost, and criminals will wear light clothes when preparing to commit crimes. Clothes, even if the uniforms we wear on weekdays are not as good-looking as the ones you show us, but the advantage is light, plus the equipment is still not as good as those criminals, but it is different with dogs, they run fast and have good sense of hearing and smell. , quick action, it is easy to search with a dog, and it can also warn by barking. In October, a criminal planned to rob a bakery. The owner kept a dog at home. Its barking woke the owner and also attracted A nearby police officer came, who was brave enough to go and catch the criminal."

   "Should the award be given to dogs or people?" the battalion commander said aside.

   The chief of police took a deep breath and then said, "Marino is a very good sheepdog, not a hunting dog, and has excellent obedience. We have been training dogs to follow people at night for a long time."

"Dogs are just one kind of animal. They bite people and obey their master's orders, no matter how good or bad the person is." The military police battalion commander said, "Before the Great Revolution, nobles would keep a lot of dogs to help them hunt, whether those beasts saw sheep or Villagers will attack."

   "I said, horse dogs are shepherds," said the police chief.

"It's always aggressive. Don't forget the Reveldang beast in the museum. It's not as big as we thought, but it ate so many people." of the 1793 Declaration of the Rights of Man."

Georgiana did not make a sound. The 1793 Declaration of Human Rights was promulgated by the Jacobins. Originally, there were many kinds of hunting dogs in France. Later, these dogs were almost all hunted and killed, and only a very small number of them survived in secret places, or with The fugitives come to foreign countries and breed their offspring abroad.

  For example, the Clumber Spaniel, although strong, is very docile and enjoys the company of humans. It is a very good family pet and will not cause any trouble except for a little more hair.

   Actually, the uniforms made by those gold scissors tailors are really beautiful, but she didn't expect the police officers to find this reason to refuse.

Honor is an invisible thing outside the body. The only principle in defending honor is to always be loyal to one's own beliefs. A person who advocates honor must have courage. When his honor is insulted or violated, he will draw his sword to defend it. Courage, his other principles are but a sword without a point.

   "I respect your choice." Georgiana said, "You don't have to wear those uniforms."

   The scene was quiet for a while.

   "I heard that you were attacked by robbers." The police chief said softly.

   "And more than once," said the battalion commander.

   "Yes." Georgiana replied "The desire to bring home those who hid in the forest is good, but it seems to increase the workload for you."

   "Is that law temporary or permanent?" asked the police chief seriously.

   "As long as Napoleon is in power, it is valid," said the adjutant Savary.

   The police chief glanced at him, then at Georgiana.

   "Then this bit of hard work is nothing." The police chief said softly, "We will strengthen our vigilance, and nothing like this will happen again."

   "Thank you, officer, you can rest now," said Georgiana.

   The police chief saluted her, then turned and left the room.

   She pouted, "I thought the police station would place an order for police uniforms."

   "The Belgians are almost as dirty as the Germans," said the battalion commander, "and it's old-fashioned and boring."

  Georgianna smiled bitterly. Besides housework, what useful thing did she do?

   (end of this chapter)