Harry Potter Morning Light

"Live" ghosts can be seen at Hogwarts, but what makes Pomona puzzled is why wizards are still afraid of "ghosts".

"Oh! Damn it, it's Peeves!" The History of Magic finally came to an end, but the first Gryffindor boy to step out of the classroom was attacked by Peeves' chalk, Hufflepuff's students backed away consciously, This kind of opportunity to show off should be given to the students of the Lion Academy.

"Pomona!" Lily spotted her at this moment, so she ran over with a smile, her red hair swaying from side to side, looking very cute.

"Lily." Pomona greeted her, and then introduced her to her roommates. Susan was as careless as a boy, while the expressions of Mary and Jenny became very complicated.

Beautiful women are the public enemy of girls, because boys will always turn around them. Pomona is lucky that she can use the "disfigurement" spell. Some people are not easy to get along with, but feel that the other party is not a threat to them, so they are not hostile.

"Stop! If you don't stop, I will call the bloody Baro!"

The freshmen had nothing to do with Peeves, so they had to yell like this, saying that the bloody Baron was still the ghost of Slytherin, wouldn't it be shameful for a Gryffindor to let the ghost of Slytherin save him?

The Gryffindor boys rushed up again, and they cast spells indiscriminately to make the ancient stone walls drop dust, making it even more disgraced, and Peeves laughed even more proudly.

"Who are those two people following James Potter and Sirius Black?" Pomona asked Lily taking this opportunity.

"I only heard that Potter called them Lupine and Peter." Lily hugged her book tightly and said, "We'll have the next class together too, right?"

"Herbology class, in our college's greenhouse, the first class is transplanting mandrakes."

"What are your plans after class?"

"Eat, then go to the library to finish homework."

"That's great, how about we go together?"

Pomona was about to ask Snape what to do when Peeves suddenly screamed and disappeared.

"Miss Martin!" Professor McGonagall appeared at the door of the History of Magic classroom, avoiding the students covered in ashes.

"What is it, Professor?"

"There is something urgent." Mag waved at her, "Quick, come with me."

"Hold it for me." Pomona gave the book to Susan, and then left with Professor McGonagall.

They walked through the corridor and came directly to the wall, where the Whomping Willow was planted just now. After using the spawning magic, it has grown into a big tree. Climbing between the bricks of the Hogwarts wall, it seemed that the whole wall was about to be torn down. Three adult wizards were waving their wands to try to calm it down, but this angered it, and the Whomping Willow waved its branches furiously, Keep no one near.

Spring is suitable for sowing, and autumn is suitable for harvesting. Pomona originally thought it was dangerous to plant this kind of thing in September in a school full of students. Plants also have tempers, and they insisted on planting them in seasons that are not suitable for their growth. This happens.

"I heard Dumbledore say that you are good at plant magic, and, you know..." Professor McGonagall didn't finish her sentence, but Pomona knew what she meant. The magical creatures in the woods were on good terms, and they took it for granted that Pomona had an affinity with magical plants, and it just so happened that they were right that continuing to use a wizard's wand was useless.

Pomona lowered her head, searched around, and finally found a few rocks on the ground that were still in her hand, and threw them out with all her might.

There are knots on the trunk of the Whomping Willow, as long as you try to press it, it will stop, but that is only temporary, and it will have to be something else to really calm it down.

Pomona's aim was good, and twice she almost hit the knots in the trunk, but she swept them away with a branch, and she didn't hit the knot of the Whomping Willow until her stones were used up. scar.

"Angang." There was a loud voice from the tree trunk, like a person roaring. Pomona ran over the moment it was fixed, and hugged the tree trunk with open arms. The tyrannical emotion coming from her palm scared her. She jumped, she had never seen such a furious plant in such a big age.

Bad temper is easily contagious, but Pomona does her best not to let it bother her, and even dangerous magical plants can be used as medicine if handled properly, if you know enough about it.

Pomona took out a leather bag from her sleeve, which contained several tubes of potions. She took out the purple one and threw it on the ground. The liquid inside quickly melted into pieces as the glass cracked into pieces. into the dirt.

"Ang...Ang..." The Whomping Willow's cry became deeper and slower, and finally became silent, and the violent tree roots no longer tried to destroy the city wall. On the surface, it seemed that everything was fine.

"Bravo!" cheered an old man, laughing and clapping his hands. It was the head of Slytherin, Professor Slughorn.

"Hush!" Pomona motioned him to silence, "I drugged it, it's only temporarily quiet, don't wake it up."

Slughorn was quiet immediately, but he still had a big belly, carefully avoiding those tangled roots, staggered to the test tube that Pomona broke just now, picked up the fragments on the ground and smelled them Hearing it, he shouted in surprise, "Merlin's beard is actually sunflowers and nightshade! How did you do it?"

If I were to say I was surprised, Pomona was the one who was even more surprised. Slughorn could tell what kind of medicinal material was used in it just by the smell of the residual liquid. The sunflower is actually nightshade, but the sunflower collects sun The power of the night produces magic power, and they carry power of different natures, just like day and night, they cannot coexist.

The Whomping Willow relies on its magic power to acquire the ability to actively attack. It loses its magic power and it becomes a normal plant. Plants will not move. If enough potions are prepared, she can even turn the Whomping Willow into an ordinary willow tree. But why would she do it? A Whomping Willow without magic is as boring as a picture of a Muggle immobile.

"Can we talk about it elsewhere?" Pomona looked at Professor McGonagall.

"Of course my dear." Professor McGonagall waved at Pomona, protecting her from the Whooping Willow's attack range.

"Where's Professor Graplan?" Pomona asked Professor McGonagall.

"Wilmina is better at treating animals. Her main job is as a nurse in the infirmary." Professor McGonagall lowered her voice, "Dorian is not in school right now."

"Why do you have to plant trees at this time?" Pomona couldn't help complaining, "You can wait until spring."

"I don't think we can wait until that time." Professor McGonagall saw the onlookers and shouted at them, "What are you standing there for? You are going to be late for class!"

"This is your special ability, isn't it?" Professor Slughorn held the glass shard to his nose and sniffed again and again. "From your blood."

Pomona smiled at Slughorn, then said haughtily and mysteriously, "You're right, human."