Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2560 Smoke and Mirror (twenty-six)

   At many award ceremonies, the winners will take the stage to give a speech of thanks. Most people will say "Thank you for your family's support, without their support, I would not be able to achieve today's achievements" and so on.

   This sounds old-fashioned, unfortunately not everyone has the support of their families, at least Damocles Belby won't say thank you to his brother.

  Pomona nibbled on an apple while soaking in the sunshine of a summer morning as he walked to the Quidditch pitch with a picnic basket. There was a little fog in the morning, shrouding everything in a peaceful soft light, and the interns got up early in the morning, busy in the camp.

  According to the legal age, some of them are already 17 years old and are already adults, and it is not appropriate to continue to call them "children".

She took another bite of the apple and thought of Barty Crouch Jr. Pomona didn't see him do anything unexpected even though he was an adult, most surprising perhaps Karkaroff taking him in court confessed and participated in the torture of the Longbottoms.

   He had no grievances with them, and even knew each other because of old Barty Crouch. After all, the Auror Office was under the Ministry of Magic's Executive Division.

  Why did he do that? Just to see his father's shocked expression?

Pomona expected that old Batty was busy with work, and most of the education of the children was left to Mrs. Crouch. This is the case with many wizarding families, including the Weasleys and the Malfoys, and their children did not become small. Barty Crouch is so obedient on the surface.

  Perhaps, it is precisely because everything is "taken for granted", as the son of the future Minister of Magic, he should be excellent in all aspects, no one notices how much he has paid for it, and he has not been "approved".

  Pomona shook her head and took another bite of the apple. She was really negligent. She didn't notice him at all and didn't know him, but she wasn't his dean at the time.

   "Professor!" Neville spotted her and waved at her.

  Pomona also waved his hand and walked over.

  Although Augusta said in the roaring letter that Neville had brought shame to the family, but at least he didn't remove him from the family tapestry, Sirius' mother could do it.

   "How's your 'summer homework' going?" Pomona asked.

"I'm writing." Neville showed her the notebook in his hand, and she remembered that Neville was in the third grade. He had real summer homework to do, while the seniors basically didn't need to write. It was late at night. Their tents were still brightly lit.

   Then she remembered the last time Neville was locked in a "cage", and thought it would be best to take him from this camp to another place.

   "Let's go," said Pomona, and took Neville to the camp's marquee, put the picnic basket full of breakfast on the table, and went to Hogsmeade.

   She wanted to visit Celtbourne, who was living in Hogsmeade when he retired, and Neville could stay with him temporarily. However, she saw an "acquaintance" there. Mundungus Fletcher actually appeared at the door of the pig's head bar, and he was sneaky, and he was conspiring at first sight.

   "You go to Three Brooms first," said Pomona, then came to the Hog's Head and looked in from the window.

   There was no one in the bar during the day, only Aberforth was sweeping the floor. Mundungus and Aberforth said something and went upstairs.

   She was about to find a place to sneak in, but almost tripped over.

   She lowered her head, Fei Liwei was looking at the shoe prints on the surface of his leather shoes with annoyed expression.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry, Filius, I didn't see you..." She quickly apologized, and felt that what she said was ambiguous, which is very similar to what some people say when they tease others about their height.

   "Don't worry about it." Filivi handed a letter to Pomona. "I got it too, Greta Kakilov invited us to the party."

   "What party?" Pomona accepted the invitation.

   "Dumbledore wants us to go." Filivie said angrily.

   "The two of us?" Pomona pointed to himself and Filius.

   "Obviously, Severus has something important to do and doesn't have time, and my music doesn't matter." Filivie waved his hands in anger.

   "I guess social is important too," Pomona thought, as if she could take Cedric there.

   "No one's listening." Fei Liwei spread his hands, then turned and left.

   Originally, she wanted to keep peeking inside, but Aberforth stood by the window watching her.

   "Good morning, Professor." Aberforth said frostily.

   "Good morning, Aberforth," replied Pomona.

   "Three brooms over there." Aberforth said, pointing in the direction Feliwick was walking.

   "Oh~" She turned around, almost walking with her hands and feet.

  Maybe it was just a coincidence that Mungerston was just here to sell loot.

She thought to herself, but on the next corner she seemed to see Kingsley and Alastor Moody, and the pink-haired Tonks, who had been patrolling Hogsmeade not long ago, hunting down fugitive Sirius Black .

  Through Remus' memory, Sirius nearly killed Peter Perdiru in a fit of rage, but Harry stopped him.

   "We'll take him to the castle," Harry said, not to the Ministry of Magic, not to Azkaban, but to Hogwarts Castle.

  If there is no accident, Peter will be brought before Albus, can the principal declare Peter guilty like a judge?

  Harry didn't let Sirius do it, not only because he wanted to leave a living account to prove Sirius' innocence, but also for another reason, "he's not worth it".

  The bigger the crime, the bigger the price, and the Unforgivable Curse for Peter Pedirou is not worth it.

During the First Wizarding War, werewolves were also fishing in troubled waters. They would enter homes attacked by Death Eaters, or loot or eat the corpses inside. Later, the mysterious man simply let them join him, just like bringing a dog Same. After the wizard took human life, the werewolf ate the corpse and destroyed it, leaving only some remains at the scene.

  Before they would go to eat the corpses in the cemetery, although they were rotting and the taste was not as good as the fresh ones, there were not many of them at that time, until Fenrir appeared, they seemed to see "hope" and bit people everywhere.

More and more werewolves were locked up, so Damocles Belby received this "mission" to invent a potion, either to control them or to kill them, anyway, these werewolves were to be executed, Dementor execution or potion execution doesn't matter.

  After a lot of experiments, Belby compiled a body area formula that matches his potion formula. With it, you only need to measure the height and weight of the werewolf before he transformed to determine the weight of the aconite.

In other words, this formula was built up with human life. Severus's improved version of the wolf's poison potion was not so accurate. He prepared a large pot for Remus every time. When I felt better, I reduced the dose. I didn't expect him to transform that night, and he lost his rationality.

   Even if the improved version of the wolf venom potion passed the nomination, it still needs to continue to work hard. It is not easy to stand on the podium and give an acceptance speech.

  As friends, we must help each other. Didn't they cooperate well in the last secret room incident?

   She thought sourly and pushed open the door of the three brooms.

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  Although beer is a reliable source of water, brewing requires food, and doing so when food is scarce will cause public outrage, but clean water is equally important, so she thought of alum water purification.

This is nothing new, the Muggle faucet is occasionally not so clear when the water is turned on, it is milky white, Mr. Evans explained to her what was going on, and he wondered how there were children who didn't know this common sense.

   Kirkworth is not a big city. You can't drink the tap water directly. It needs to be boiled to drink it. She still prefers to drink "Coke", which is stored in the refrigerator.

  Abundant food can be stored at low temperature in the refrigerator, which is not as difficult to store as it was in the 18th century. Although the temperature in this era was very low, it could not be compared with the refrigerator.

  When Georgiana heard Jim say that Belgium has no observatory, because Hooke, the inventor of the microscope, was from the Low Countries, and he also discovered microorganisms.

   It may be that the altitude is low, and it is covered by dark clouds all the year round, and it is difficult to observe the observatory after it is repaired.

   But Paris also has an observatory, and they can communicate more with each other in the process of building the observatory.

   She wanted to treat it as the seventh bill. Originally, she didn't believe that the number "7" had magical powers, because the mysterious man believed it, so she wanted to prove Albus wrong.

  If You-Know-Who doesn't know that Harry is the seventh Horcrux, he'll make another in order to make seven.

  If he knew that Harry made the Horcrux unintentionally, he wouldn't kill Harry and destroy his own Horcrux.

   Although the mysterious man is crazy, he still has logic. If he can't distinguish such a simple thing, this kind of "resurrection" is not an amazing "achievement".

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Georgiana stopped talking to Jim.

   "Please come in."

   As soon as she finished speaking, Bertin came in, and she brought two seamstresses and said to Jim, "Mrs. is changing, please go out."

   Her attitude was so firm that Jim had to go out, and when he left and closed the door, Bertin looked at Georgiana.

   "Do you want to make the same mistake Josephine did?" Bertin said.

   "Of course not." Georgiana said with a smile.

   "How can you let someone like that..."

   "Running errands." Georgiana continued, "Don't worry, I'm measured."

   Bertin disagrees.

But she still asked the tailors to help Georgiana put on a new dress. It was silver satin, and the headpiece was a flower crown made of filigree. When she stood in front of the mirror, she almost gasped. The person in front of him is associated with the Hufflepuff girl wearing a yellow scarf.

   Fleur is complaining that the food at Hogwarts is too greasy. Obviously, even a half-blood Veela is not the kind of mysterious physique that will not grow meat no matter how much she eats, what an amazing "talent".

   (end of this chapter)