Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1030 Homunculus

  Prestige is the main cause of all power. Whether it is a god, a king, or a beauty, it is nothing without prestige.

  -Gustave Le Pen

  Pomona looked at her pocket watch. It was halfway through the agreed time, but she still didn't see the exit. Just when she was about to turn around and walk back, she heard the sound of water.

  She walked in that direction for a while, and gradually could see a little light, a small waterfall formed by a mountain spring flowing from a crack in the rock to a ditch.

There are mountain lotus leaves growing next to the ditch. This flower is an Asian plant. The flowering period is in late spring and early summer. It is shade-loving and requires very high ventilation. The number is very rare. Even in the origin of Asia, it is said to be very lucky. To see.

   "How did you get here?" Pomona asked the mountain lotus leaf, which trembled in the breeze, as if answering her question.

   "Don't waste time, go up and have a look." Tom Riddle said.

  Pomona ignored him, she squatted next to the mountain lotus leaf, carefully touching its leaves.

  "Do you know why it is called the lotus leaf, Tom, look at its leaves, do they look like lotus leaves?"

  Tom ignored her and seemed not interested in the origin of this weed.

   "I will show you a magical scene."

  Pomona took out the magic wand and used a lengthening spell on it. The rare plant that should have waited another month or two to bloom soon formed buds and then bloomed small white flowers.

   "It's amazing." Tom said sarcastically.

"Wait." She said, pointing to the magic wand and letting a mountain spring float up. The water drops slowly fell on the white petals, and soon the white petals became transparent, as if they were carved by ice and snow. Even clear lines can be seen on the transparent petals, which look beautiful and magical.

"This is a kind of invisible flower, just like Harry's invisibility cloak. This kind of flower has something to do with you. Tom, you were born on December 31. The mountain lotus leaf is your birthday flower, and its flower language is affection. "She gently touched the transparent petals of the mountain lotus leaf, as if it were fragile. "Harry’s birthday flower is Great Mullein. Flower language is faith. What Harry wants most in his life is affection. Do you still feel happy to regard eternal life as a belief?"

   "You really deserve to be a student of the White Wizard, you always seize the opportunity to teach others, don't you?"

   "Wait for you to be a teacher for a long time, then you will understand."

"Let me tell you the story of my'family'." Tom said in a cold tone. "That day, I returned to Little Hangleton. My grandfather was a well-known and rich man in the area. Most of it was Little Hangleton. It’s all his. When I knocked on the Riddle’s door, I didn’t need to introduce myself. They all knew that I was my father’s son, because I looked exactly like him, but I didn’t accept any welcome, that snobbery. The old Muggle felt that I came to them to obtain the status of the heir to the Riddle family, or to divide up their property. He told me that if it were placed hundreds of years ago, a disgraced illegitimate child like me would not get a son. Son, he also said that he knew what old Gunter was playing. As for my father, oh, that frivolous and shallow fool, he actually looked at me with disgust. He didn’t know... he didn’t know the power of magic. How great."

   "Enough, Tom, don't talk about it." Pomona said fearfully. It was obvious that Pomona had annoyed Voldemort. Even without a body, Tom Riddle's voice still resembled the roar of some kind of beast.

"You always talk about family affection, but you don’t know that not everyone loves your family. I hate my family. I killed them all. I don’t need them to give my body, so I created a new one. , But... But even if it is a body made of a potion, I still need my father's bones. I really want to cut his flesh and blood from my body. I don't want him to be my father!"

  Pomona used Occlumency.

  She felt that it was more important to let Voldemort calm down by himself at this time.

"Heaven, what is heaven, and where is heaven? What kind of body was resurrected? It is not the body we inherited from Adam and Eve, but the body we obtained through the Holy Spirit, that is, the body brought by the Savior from heaven." After a while Voldemort said, "The sage's stone trapped the free spirit, or the hidden god, why don't you let me have a perfect body?"

   "Are you trying to talk about a body that has nothing to do with your father?"

"I think you women should all hate the kind of man who only looks at the outside, not the inside. My father is that kind of person. The woman he associates with is like the **** of love as Socrates said, admiring the handsome **** of wealth. If my father didn’t have money and was just handsome, they wouldn’t be so fascinated by him, but he didn’t know it, he thought it was his own charm, and we were a bit like living in the world of our dreams.” Voldemort is funny Have to smile and say, "I said the Death Eaters are my real family, but they don't think so. I think they love me, but in fact they don't really want me to win!"

  She can feel a kind of pain, like a tearing pain.

"You say that they are your family members, but they don't actually do that, right?" Pomona said with tears, and the tears dripped down her cheeks onto the transparent petals of the mountain lotus leaf. Fragmented "They are your servants, and you are their master."

"He made me feel sick." Tom said tiredly. "I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin. When I opened the secret room and found that the basilisk only obeyed my orders, do you know how happy I am? I finally found someone who is connected to me and makes me feel glorious. Severus, like me, prefers to be a half-blood Prince. He is very smart and works hard to please me like everyone else. For this reason He told me that he had overheard half of the prediction that Neville Longbottom’s birthday is July 30th. What is his birthday flower?"

   "White Mullein (White Mullein), flower language is meditation."

"Greatwhite, why can't you deal with the werewolves?" Voldemort sneered and said, "Except for your weapon, I actually lost to this non-destructive spell, or the trick of the old fool. You continue to use the same method to deal with the werewolves. Try it? Oh, I remember, Remus Lupin is dead, you can't play tricks anymore, right?"

  "Please stop, we are now in danger."

   "I am the Dark Lord, where is your respect?!"

  Pomona suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and she fell to the ground weakly.

   "Don't call me that name, this is the most warning." Voldemort said indifferently, "You still have something to use. You don't want to be as stinky as Quirrell."

   "Let me help you, Tom." She said weakly, lying on the ground.

   "No one can help me." He said quietly, "Because I have been cursed by God."

  A sense of exhaustion made her slowly close her eyes, and she gradually plunged into darkness.

  At this moment, a voice came from the void. She could not tell whether it was a male or a female. It repeated a sentence intermittently:

  You wise sons, understand what the stone says...My light surpasses all light, my virtues are superior to all virtues, I gave birth to light, but I also have dark qualities...

  ‘I want to know if this cave is really a mouthful of food’.

  She was a little desperate, trying her best to open her heavy eyelids, but she could only open a gap.

  Through this seam, she saw a small ermine standing on a stone, staring at her curiously.

   "Dad, come and see, this crow has red eyes!" The little guy pointed at her with his paw and said.

  The crow?

  She was so startled that she yelled "Ah", the sound was terrible, isn't it just the scream of a crow?

  　Homunculus means cyborg

  　　 The red-eyed crow has it at the beginning

  (End of this chapter)