Harry Potter Morning Light

"The damn tree refuses to believe that it is an adult." Pete, covered in dirt, leaned against the railing and talked to Pomona while drinking water. "It thinks it can still grow taller."

Young trees will grow vertically during the development period, and then grow horizontal roots after they develop to a certain stage. You can know by carefully observing the sprouts.

Generally speaking, the longer the vertical roots are, the taller the tree will be. Only when the roots are deep enough can the crown and trunk on the ground not topple over. It is like the foundation of a house. If the foundation is not stable, no matter how gorgeous and strong the above-ground buildings are, it will be useless.

"Then dig a hole and let it continue to grow."

"Dig again? You want to break Hogwarts' defensive magic?" Pete tapped Pomona's forehead.

"Then what to do?"

"You teach me, Professor Martin, oh, I almost forgot, Professor, what is the herbal medicine test for the general wizard level examination in the fourth grade?"

"Why don't you just ask the seventh grade?"

"I don't think you can last until then. It just so happens that my friend's younger brother is going to take the exam this year. How about a favor?"

"Is that how your friend handed it in?" Pomona hated this kind of cheating.

Pete sneered, as if he thought she was naive.

"Don't you have a girlfriend yet?" Pomona asked with concern, she could almost foresee Eddie Water's future love life, and Pete didn't look like a loser like him.

Pete took out a cigarette, and Pomona opened her mouth in surprise, "You actually smoke?"

"I never smoke at home."

Pomona felt that witnessing the Cruciatus Curse might have affected her, and she was so crazy that she thought Pete was handsome now.

"Smoking will affect your height." Pomona reminded Pete and at the same time found a solution to the problem, that is, to continue drugging the Whomping Willow, but a new problem came, how could she persuade Pete not to smoke.

"Where did you learn to smoke?"

"How did you know I was smoking?"

Pomona curled her lips, "Muggle stuff."

"What do you think of us taking this opportunity to build a tunnel to get out? Then I can take you to Hogsmeade, otherwise I won't have time to play with you when you are in third grade and I am in seventh grade."

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"If other people know that I am dating a freshman, then I will never even think about dating Angie." Pete said with a smile about his crush.

Pomona suddenly wanted to grow up quickly.

"You have been studying here for so many years and you don't know other ways to sneak out?" Pomona wanted to treat her. After all, Pete's friends helped her so much, but Hufflepuff held a banquet every day, and the food was very delicious. It's hearty, I guess Hogsmeade's food would be too poor for them.

"The school is very dangerous. Didn't Pringle tell you that on the first day of school?" Pete blew a smoke ring. "Besides, I don't like night tours."

Pomona thought for a while, and told Pete what she had encountered in the greenhouse.

"Now Slytherin is very aggressive, and there are Death Eaters in it. It is very irrational for you to declare war on them at the Quidditch match."

"Do you think I'm a coward?"

"of course not?"

"What's there to say then? Glory to Hufflepuff's glory, cheers to Hufflepuff's glory, shame to Hufflepuff's disgrace, Bella Black touched our girl, how can we swallow it?" "

"It would be dangerous, really dangerous, and I don't want to go to your funeral."

"As long as you don't inform Dumbledore, and the professor, you're going to be late." Pete pointed to Ravenclaw's attic. "You still have time to run now."

Pomona felt that Pete was making a pun, and laughed at her for being a coward. Before she left, she gave him a grimace, and Pete also made a childish face. A big boy who wants to spit out half a mouthful.

Cassandra Trelawney is a famous prophet. Unfortunately, after her, the Trelawney family rarely produced anyone who could truly predict. Her great-grandson even married a Muggle woman. Many people think that prophecy, Divination is useless, just like Muggles.

Now teaching at Hogwarts is Cassandra's granddaughter Patricia, a lunatic who dresses herself up as a gypsy woman, making it hard to believe that she is a Ravenclaw graduate.

There are no chairs in her classroom, everyone is sitting on the carpet, there are soft pillows all over the floor, and she also distributes a kind of sticky fudge to the students, which looks more like a liar.

Her class was even more boring than Binns' class, plus she went to bed late. After persisting for half an hour, Pomona's eyelids became more and more heavy, and then she fell asleep altogether. This time she slept very well, without a single dream, Omar Trucy took a picture of her with his new camera, her mouth was wide open, drooling from the corners of her mouth, looking like a dementia , although in the end Susan helped her snatch the photo back, but her reputation was ruined all her life, and all the boys made fun of her.

She now has the determination to cast the Avada Kedavra curse on Omar, but after she read the spell, the wand was aimed at him. In the end, not to mention the green light, there was not even a spark, Omar was still alive and kicking, and finally It turns out that the Unforgivable Curse is not that simple to cast. A death curse is a death curse, why it is called the unforgivable curse is simply superfluous.

"Don't be sad, Pomona." Mary came over and advised her, "Boys are fools."

One day, when you compete with other girls for being a fool, you will know who is more foolish.

With this gloomy mood, Pomona followed everyone to Fantastic Beasts class, which was the opposite of yesterday's History of Magic. After this class, it was lunch time, and many freshmen carried picnic baskets , seems to be planning a picnic on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"What class do we have in the afternoon?" After the incomprehensible Fantastic Beasts class, Pomona had lunch on the grass with her roommates. They were really nice, and they all remembered to bring her share.

"Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes." Jenny said while fending off the mosquito that was circling her face.

"I heard that your family seems to support Muggles." Mary put down the fish sandwich in her hand, looked at Jenny and said.

"Not everyone, just a few cousins, such as Arthur, who now lives in the burrow with Molly."

"Are they married?" Mary continued.

"Of course their son Bill was born last year and I was at his christening."

"Didn't you say that you are not in his camp?" Mary continued to ask.

"He's my cousin. What does my nephew's christening have to do with politics?"

Pomona chews her food with her eyes closed, and this fish sandwich is delicious.

"Pomona, you were really in the limelight yesterday." Mary changed the subject, directing the trouble to her. "I didn't even know you were so powerful."

"If you do me a favor, I can find a way to get Professor Slughorn to spare you your potions homework."

"Really?" The roommates all exclaimed.

"Of course, as long as you help me tidy up the greenhouse."

The girls' enthusiasm was quickly quenched, and it seemed that they would rather hand in the potions homework than tend to the greenhouse.

The topic was talked and talked, talked and talked, and finally it came to Patricia Trelawney, who was in divination class today.

"I heard that her grandmother is a very powerful prophet. Why doesn't she seem to have this ability?" Jenny said.

"Maybe because she graduated from the Crow Academy, she always has a crow's mouth." Mary said indignantly.

"I heard that Dumbledore was prophesied by her when he was young." Susan took a sip of orange juice and pretended to be mysterious. "She also gave him a prophecy ball, saying that the secret will be revealed in a hundred years."

"What secret?" The three asked together.

Susan shrugged. "How do I know that?"

So this topic ended here, and everyone started talking about new topics.

As we all know, Dumbledore was born in 1844 and entered Hogwarts in 1855. One hundred years later, it will be at least 1955. That is to say, in the near future, Cassandra's prophecy will start to come true?

Pomona wondered as she ate her pudding, should she ask Dumbledore what the prophecy was about as a colleague?