Harry Potter Morning Light

Graplan said that the Forbidden Forest was dangerous, but Pomona didn't take it seriously at first. After he came out, he looked at the moon in the sky and the active moon monsters, only to realize that the moon was almost full again.

"Where are you taking Ben tomorrow?" Severus said.

"To London," said Pomona nervously, looking up at the moon again.

"Don't worry, they didn't dare to come." Severus also glanced at the moon and said, "They're not real wolves, not to mention the 'blackbacks' have been arrested."

"Let's go back quickly," said Pomona uneasily.

But he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, walking slowly in the Forbidden Forest.

Pomona smelled the scent of sweet mallow, maybe the centaurs were divination again.

"I'll take you somewhere," Severus said.

"Oh~ no." She said anxiously, "I want to go back to the castle early."

But he didn't listen to her at all, and walked directly to another fork.

She looked around and found that she was alone in the Forbidden Forest.

"Wait for me!" She lowered her voice and followed.

The moonlight poured down from the gaps between the leaves, leaving a trail of mottled light and shadows. She looked at his back, her heart beating thumpingly.

In the Wizard of Oz story, Dorothy travels to the Emerald City with the heartless Tin Woodman, the headless Scarecrow and the Cowardly Lion, none of whom are powerful traveling companions.

But they helped and encouraged each other, and even stood up for each other. If life is a journey, and relatives, friends, and lovers are all traveling companions, how to choose the best traveling companion?

A strong scent with a hint of sage mixed in with inexplicable terror and reassurance that was driving her crazy.

"Look." He suddenly stopped and looked back at her.

"See what?" Pomona asked.

"Look at this sea of ​​flowers." He said, looking down at the ground.

Pomona also lowered her head, and saw that black flowers bloomed all over her feet. They were no higher than her knees, and each plant had a bunch of bell-shaped flowers hanging down.

"I found it near Barbour's tuber field, do you know what this flower is?" Severus asked.

Pomona squatted on the ground, pointing his fluorescent wand at it.

In fact, if you look closely, it is not as beautiful in the dark, but it exudes an extremely strong fragrance, which almost overwhelms the gasoline smell from the Barber tuber.

"Bubber tubers were collected before the forest trolls started breeding them," Pomona said. "I don't know what this flower is?"

"New species?" he said with a smile.

"Probably," Pomona whispered. "You're lucky."

"You can be its discoverer too, and I know what that means to a herbalist," Severus said.

Pomona looked at the black flower and felt that it exuded a fatal allure.

"Looks like Widowmaker," Pomona whispered.

"Are there any black lilies?" he asked.

"It's like the blue rose, which only exists in legends." Pomona replied, "Its flower language is cursed love."

He stopped talking.

"But this flower is indeed the same species as a lily, but it belongs to the genus Fritillaria. Looking at its petals, it looks like several shells are put together." Pomona turned around while talking, and found that he was staring at the lily. she.

"You said, you think it's right for Emily to use force to fight against oppression." He whispered in her ear in a low, sweet voice, "And you said, we need strength to defend our principles, and there are people who bully others in this world." .”

"Oh, you want to tell me about James Potter again?" Pomona sneered.

"People will call an honest person, a responsible person, a person who does not owe money, and does not offend anyone, as a good person, but this kind of person is forced to have no place in the world, even if he changes the world, this sentence I like it." He laughed and said "So I changed, did you notice that Priya Moore is only one year younger than me?"

Maybe it was the smell of flowers that knocked her out of her mind, she asked a stupid question "Do you remember her?"

"Why shouldn't I remember her?" he asked with a smile.

She stood up angrily, and then he stood up too.

The black robe rolled up an invisible air wave, making the flowers tremble, and the pollen inside also trembled, giving off a more intense fragrance.

She was surrounded by darkness.

"You're not humble." He looked at her with eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. "You're just being patient."

She wanted to break free from his embrace, only then did she realize that she couldn't push him at all, and there were tight muscles under the robe.

He is no longer the skinny boy he used to be.

She struggled for a while, found she couldn't break free, and then gave up.

Like that said, if you have no background and decide to be a good person, even if you are talented and insightful, you will almost certainly end up at the bottom of society.

Then, conversely, if you have a background and decide to be a bad person, even if you have no talent and insight, you will almost certainly become the top of society.

Rohart may not have a background in the wizarding world, but he is good at making up stories, deceiving people, and following the rules of the game in another world, so that he is known as a best-selling author.

"You gave up?" He pinched her chin and made her look at him. He was indifferent when he saw her tears streaming down her face.

A woman's tears are only useful to those who care about her, and now children may be added. Even if Mr. Li is a Death Eater, he also forced Barnaby to use the Unforgivable Curse against Pitts. He gave up as soon as Barnaby cried.

Some people are so hard-hearted, crying and begging will not get them the slightest mercy, but will classify you as weak.

Just like that night, the eight-eyed spider Aragog was framed as the murderer who killed Myrtle. If it really did it, an autopsy can be done. There will be no wounds in gazing.

Does anyone care how much Hagrid cried?

Pomona raised her wand, Snape dodged subconsciously, but the tip of her wand was not aimed at him, the eight-eyed spider behind him was surrounded by green flames, and it let out a scream.

"You know that Paul's father came to England because of the abolition of the Edict of Nantes." Pomona said indifferently, "the law can't protect them, so they had to flee to a safe place. These craftsmen came to England not only to make gold Silverware, also helped Britain complete the industrial revolution, and Prince Eugen, who made great contributions to Austria in the Spanish War of the Throne, also served in the army of Louis XIV. Do you know why Hagrid likes you? Compared with working hard Neither would work, and what's worse, wouldn't even get a chance to try, and you gave those Flobberworms a chance."

She took a long breath, and then said, "Today I thought of an extremely stupid idea. I actually wanted to use those caterpillars as fertilizer. Are they born to make fertilizer? If so, don't be born at all! So I Tell you now, no matter what Hagrid says, you won't allow that!"

He didn't answer.

"When a talented person is reduced to the bottom, he will naturally find another way out. For a nail, he lost a horseshoe. For a horseshoe, he lost a horse. For a war horse, he lost a general. Lost After a war, a country was finally destroyed. Italy, which the French spent so much effort to conquer, was thrown into the hands of Prince Eugene. And the French Revolution, wasn't it because of injustice that the Bastille was captured? The subject chooses allegiance because the king has fulfilled his duty, and we do not need to obey the man who denies his duty to God, and that duty is called justice."

Pomona gasped for a long time after roaring.

He waited for her breathing to calm down before he spoke.

"You want justice for Ben Cooper?"

She wanted to just faint like this, but she just couldn't do it, so she could only smile soberly.

"I also have a background, Severus, Dumbledore, and Hogwarts, so I must abide by what he said 'for the greater good' (for the greater good), and tomorrow I will take Ben to The Ministry of Magic, choose the department he wants to practice, any department is fine, Fudge will arrange it, as long as he doesn't raise a lawsuit against Carter, it's not to protect him, but the wizarding world can't go through another turmoil."

"You think he'll accept it?" Severus asked.

"It's up to me!" she said, thumping her chest. "He knew Minerva wouldn't do it. She broke up with her Muggle lover in order to obey that law. She has a sense of morality like cast iron." , My loyalty and morality are like running water, look at me, do you look like the kind of person who speaks for the voiceless?"

He didn't speak for a long time.

"I have failed many people. I am a loser. I can't do anything. I can only choose to endure. Now you don't even allow patience?"

"I saw it." He said softly, "Your pain, and your fake smile, I know that your strength will not be so strong for nothing."

She stood still.

"Hush." ​​He said softly, as if he was afraid of scaring her. "We are not enemies, but friends."

She still wanted to fight back, but he had already embraced her.

"You are not alone." He said softly, "I am with you."

"Go to sleep, just sleep and you'll be fine."

She heard someone say it in a trance, but couldn't tell who said it.

Then she really closed her eyes, she had a day's work today.

"I'm tired." She couldn't tell whether she said it or not, and then she felt completely relaxed.

There was no sorrow or joy, just peace, and the darkness lay softly on her, like a blanket, like a shroud, if only it could stay that way.