Harry Potter Morning Light

Pomona bought a copy of "The Quibbler" at the Magical Equipment Store of De West Bains, which is said to be the magazine that reported the testimony for Sirius Black. gnats.

"If you take it, I won't be with you," Severus threatened.

The glasses reminded Pomona of an owl.

"Don't worry, I won't wear them," Pomona said, pocketing the glasses.

He walked towards the Hog's Head with a serious face.

Pomona imagined the old bat wearing those glasses. If he didn't buy the magazine, how would he know that someone testified for Sirius Black?

When he opened the door, the Pig's Head Bar was still the same, dark and dirty, full of suspicious guests.

Pulia Moore appeared here like a lamb in the wrong place. They came to sit opposite Pulia, and she looked at them both in panic.

"What would you like?" Aberforth asked impatiently.

"Two firewhiskeys, thanks," said Pomona.

Aberforth glanced at Priya again, the glass in front of her was almost empty.

"Would you like another drink?" Aberforth asked Puglia.

"Yes, thank you," Puglia replied.

Severus looked at her and suddenly laughed.

Pomona tugged on his sleeve, and his smile just now made people feel very impolite.

Aberforth glanced at them and went back behind the bar.

"If it wasn't for the lack of water, I wouldn't want to drink," Puglia said grimly. "But the barman said drink something or leave... so I ordered mead."

"It's off-duty, so of course you can drink whatever you want," Pomona said.

"It was off-duty last time," Puglia said, "and I lost my key."

"And you're almost 'off duty' forever." Severus drawled. "What do you want to tell us?"

At this time, Aberforth brought the wine they asked for, and then left with a blank expression.

"I went to the memory clinic, and I think I found a little clue." Puglia put a small jar on the table, "That's what we added to the drink that day."

Severus looked at it in his hand, then at Puglia.

"You put its juice directly into the wine?"

"It wasn't me, it was the bartender, and he said it was for the holidays, my colleague's birthday was almost Christmas," Puglia said.

"What's this?" Pomona took the small jar from him.

"Drowsy Bean, drinking its juice directly will remove people's memory." Severus said coldly.

Pomona thinks it looks like an enlarged mistletoe berry.

"You're the only one with amnesia?" Severus asked.

Puglia shook his head, "No one cares what happened that day, just treat it as an ordinary party."

"Merlin," Pomona whispered.

"And you just happened to lose your memory about the key," Severus said and asked again.

Puglia nodded.

The situation was strangely coincidental, like a series of carelessness.

"Where's the bartender that day?" Pomona asked.

"Tom hired him on a temporary basis because he didn't sell cocktails," Puglia said.

"What do you want us to do?" Severus said.

"If my memory is caused by drowsy bean juice, can you help me detoxify it, maybe I will remember it." Puglia said.

"What did the doctor say?" Pomona asked.

"Okay." Severus said crisply, "Let's get out of here first."

Before Pomona could react, he had already stood up, and Pulia stood up after hesitating.

She looked at the untouched wine on the table, put a gold Galleon on the table, and followed them.

After leaving the bar, Severus blocked Puglia's way just as he had blocked Pomona.

"What would you give us in exchange?" Severus said.

"Come with me," Priya said, grabbing Severus with one hand, then Pomona with the other, and she Disapparated with the two of them.

Almost in the next second, they arrived near the North Ford Swamp Fortress they visited last time. It was demolished very quickly, leaving only one floor.

There was a well not far from them. The last time Pomona saw a bronze frog at the bottom of the well, there was a ruined stone house in front of the well.

"Come on," said Puglia, leading the way to the well.

"Does it look like Isidora's house?" Pomona asked Severus.

"We'll talk later," Severus said, following Puglia to the well.

Puglia made a well rope and climbed down it until his feet landed on the frog.

She looked up at the two of them, and disappeared without a trace after a few seconds.

Severus jumped first.

"Come down!" he said to Pomona.

"You made me jump right off!" she said in surprise.

"Come on, don't dawdle!" he said sternly.

Pomona climbed awkwardly over the edge of the well, then jumped down with his eyes closed.

She felt that she was caught by someone, and then felt the suction again in the next second, and was "vomited out" again after a while.

When she staggered and stood still, they came to a vast underground space.

"I don't know what this place is, but it was like this when I came here," Puglia said. "There's nothing in it."

Pomona looked at the "relics."

"You're going to trade me an empty vault?" Severus asked, his voice echoing in the cave.

"At least one of your doubts has been solved." Puglia said, "Aren't you curious about what is behind that door?"

Pomona looks at Puglia.

"Fortunately, Ben and Barnaby didn't use the Unforgivable Curse, it will indeed open, but..." Priya looked behind the door, "Is it worth it?"

Everyone was silent for a while.

"This place will be demolished soon, or completely buried," Puglia said.

"Throw far away and bury near," Pomona said suddenly, and everyone looked at her.

"A way to cover up the evidence," she said with a shrug.

"I'm going to take this away," Severus said, pointing at the bronze frog.

"Of course," Priya said.

"What does this have to do with the Vanishing Cabinet?" Pomona asked.

Puglia smiled at Pomona.

"No comment," she said like a mute.

"You said you wanted to mend memories?" Severus said.

"There are many secrets in my brain that cannot be leaked." Puglia looked at Severus and said, "You must keep it a secret."

"Of course." Severus smiled slyly.

Pomona was unhappy.

Eventually Severus levitated the bronze frog into the doppelganger's skin pocket, and they made their way out the "front door".

After going out, Pomona looked at the three-faced goddess relief carved in black stone on the wall.

It is not our abilities that determine who we are, but our choices.

It's a good thing the kids didn't listen to you, Paul.

"Let's go," Severus said, putting his arms around Pomona's shoulders, the black robes enveloped her, and she seemed to smell the black floral scent again.

Then she vaguely heard a little sound, and some pictures, in that bright and dark woods, she also couldn't break free from this embrace.

Walking to the end of the dark corridor, the door of the dungeon opened, and there were several Aurors standing outside the door...

"Wait," said Pomona suddenly.

Severus was looking at her, wand raised, about to pocket the frog.

"Take this away, how can we go back later?" Pomona asked.

"From the main entrance, of course," Puglia said.

"No one out there?" Pomona asked.

"Probably... no one." Puglia said, "It's all off work at this time."

Severus dropped his hands.

"Remember what Isidora said, 'genius'." Pomona said with a smile, "although she doesn't understand the principle."

He sneered at Pomona, grabbed her by the arm, touched the frog's head with his other hand, and they both disappeared in place.