Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 176 Liwei

  The best office at Hogwarts is the office of Professor Melles. He has taught dark arts art classes at Hogwarts for more than 50 years and was once Tom Riddle’s teacher.

After graduation, Tom hoped to stay in school, but he was rejected by the then principal Dippet. If he succeeded, he would definitely use that luxurious office. Although it was not as luxurious as Malfoy Manor, it was an identity. However, Draco Malfoy was not among the invited guests. Even the Muggle-bred Hermione Granger, the dumb gunner Naville Longbottom, and the pure-blood traitor Ginny Weasley were all invited. Why? Laco Malfoy was not invited?

"I heard that your father and godfather used to be members of the Slug Club. Why are you not?" The handsome young man in a Slytherin school robe smiled and said, "You must have never seen anyone who eats like Marcus. Belbee is so ugly, but I heard that he has a great uncle. He invented the wolf poison potion and received the Medal of Sir Merlin. Shouldn’t it be your godfather’s honor? For this reason, your father opened a grand grand 'S party celebration was revoked because of their status as Death Eaters, right?"

  Draco felt ashamed, but he didn't know how to fight back, so he left the sofa in the lounge, the position originally belonged to the prefect.

  The picture changed rapidly, and it was still in the fire room. Everyone bowed their heads and did not dare to look up at him, including the dark-skinned Breszabini. There was a blood stain on the back of his hand, just like the one on the back of Draco's own hand. It was left by his godmother. She taught Breszabini a lesson. Now that mother has been married seven times as an illegitimate child. Never dared to laugh at him anymore.

"Despite the cruel facts, pain spurs us forward. Dignity, strength, wisdom and knowledge are indispensable. Everyone has copied these two sentences fifty times." Draco said proudly to the young people, "Tomorrow. All of you have to hand it in."

   "Why should we listen to you? The current dean is not your godfather." A Slytherin boy rebelled.

  He opened his mouth, and the secret that his godfather was still alive almost spoke out, and everyone else seemed to be watching a good show.

  He is still looked down upon, as if he was a mere idiot.

   "Draco..." Pomona hugged the crying dragon.

"I didn't tell them, really!" Draco hugged Pomona tightly. "They heard the rumor, but it was a secret that a few people didn't tell, if I publicly confessed that the godfather came back from the dead. Things will soon be known to everyone, and I know you don’t want this."

"Thank you, Draco." She kissed his white blonde hair. He really learned his lesson and stopped bullying others. It's just that he needs to establish himself as a leader in a new way among his peers, otherwise The patrol team cannot be set up.

"You are growing up, Draco, I am very proud of you." Pomona said softly. "There are many people who are at a loss when facing challenges. Your godfather is a hedgehog. When someone gets annoyed, the other party will do it first. You were like him in the first and second grades. The people in Gryffindor always want to fight with you."

   "What about the back?" Draco said angrily in her arms.

"In the third and fourth grades, your mantra was that my father knew what would happen. Do you remember that eagle-headed horse-winged beast? You were almost beaten to death by it. At that time you were arrogant and arrogant. In the fourth grade, you It becomes cunning. You can promote the badge in Slytherin after Hefpaff took the lead. Mad Eye Moody turned you into a snow..."

   "Oh, don't talk about it!" Master Malfoy broke free from her arms. "He put me ashamed in front of others."

"If it were your godfather, he would endure this tone, and when the time is right to get back, I taught him his vengeance problems." Pomona sighed helplessly. "I'm actually quite happy at that time. escaped."

   "Why?" Malfoy asked.

"That man is a Death Eater, his name is Barty Crouch Jr. He drank the compound decoction and became Moody's. He didn't use a death curse on you. You are already dead, even your godfather. Almost died in his hands."

   "I've heard of this. Barty Crouch Jr. killed his dad." Draco frowned.

   "No." Pomona shook her head. "He is just your godfather's survivor. The real murderer is someone else."

  Draco was not eager to ask who killed the old Batty Crouch, he cleverly knew what not to ask.

"This is a very dangerous game, Draco. It's even more dangerous than the Triwizard Tournament. When you were in the fifth grade, I wasn't there. I don’t know what you did. In the sixth and seventh grades, you depended on others. The difficulty is, now you have to be someone else to rely on, you have to be responsible for the future of Astonia, you have to become someone you can rely on before you can give orders, so you will have confidence when you speak, do you know what to do? "

  Draco shook his head.

"I ask you to classify these friends who came to St. Mungo. One is suitable for combat. They can become patrol members. The other is not suitable for combat, but those who are good at healing spells. You have to take them to the front for ten years. There was a great Azkaban escape before, and this time it may happen again. At that time, there will be casualties on the front line. You don't need to fight, but you have to be responsible for treatment, and the battlefield hospital must also defend yourself. Do you understand what I said?"

   "Will start the war again?" Draco was worried, and he finally passed the age when he thought it would be cool to join the Death Eaters.

"On this question, you can ask your godfather and see if he allows you to go to the battlefield. The most similar thing between Harry and Sirius is that they are warlike. His strength is not very useful on the real battlefield, but it will add chaos and mystery. The battle of the Department of Things was caused by his own proposition, leading DA members to sneak into the Ministry of Magic late at night, and getting caught in other people's traps. Although you can run away, it won't cause trouble. I think you have a lot more peace of mind than him."

   "I can do this." Draco didn't care about Pomona comparing him to Harry Potter. "So besides setting up a patrol, I have to learn the healing spell?"

"Yes, because there were werewolves in this robbery, and you have seen the wounds of Bill Weasley, you must hurry up and ask a professional doctor how to deal with those wounds. If you have any medicinal materials, you should also start preparing. You have to bring more and other healing medicines. I don’t know when the fight will start. The last time was around Christmas. You didn’t have time to care about them, especially the flashy people like Breszabini. You want Leave those who can fight to protect the hospital, and take those who can be treated to the front line. Doing these things is much more prestigious than you clamoring about who my father is."

   "Thank you, godmother!" Draco kissed Pomona's cheek, and she was shocked.

  Draco is undoubtedly a handsome young man, and her soul flies after being kissed.

   "I'm looking for the godfather, I can still use Neville Longbottom to practice spells." Xiaolong showed that evil smile again "This time Granger can't blame me anymore."

  "Do you still dislike her bloodline?"

   "I just hate her preaching look even more. Who does she think she is?" Draco was full of disdain. "No wonder someone calls her Miss Jackpot."

  Pomona shook her head, these small contradictions will be resolved later.

   "I know that the godfather is notoriously unreasonable, but can I know why he is so angry this time?" Draco asked intimately, "and I can see that you are the one who is at fault."

"Leave it to me to solve this problem." Pomona drank a sip of tea, thinking about how to get through at night, hoping that when Neville was trained, his anger would have been extinguished due to physical exertion, otherwise she would suffer tonight. Head off.

  "If you need help, you can just say, yes, did you teach him the invisible healing spell of Shenfeng?" Draco asked.

"No, that's not what I taught. I only taught him how to cut, but didn't teach him to heal." Even she herself is not good at healing spells, Pomona thought, while looking at the scenery outside the window "I guess he is Learned here."

  She admired her students for the first time. He was still studying tirelessly, but her teacher stopped growing.

   "But you are equally good at healing." Draco looked into Pomona's eyes and said, "I now understand why he hid you like a treasure."

   Kreacher said he was a thief, but Dumbledore introduced a thief into the school, more confused than leading a wolf into the house.

"He keeps complaining that his office is like a toilet." Pomona laughed. It was Severus who took over from Slughorn. The cellar was dark and damp, and the wooden furniture was rotten to the point of mushrooming. He often It is necessary to prepare potions to clean up those fungus plants.

"I have never figured it out. With so many people recruiting him with his talent, why stay in the school he hates? You know how he hates students." Draco said with a smile, "especially Still living in such a gloomy and humid office, even my dungeon is better than that place, at least not so humid."

  When Draco said that, Pomona realized that his office was really like a dungeon.

"The newspaper said that the old fool asked the godfather to kill him, not the godfather volunteered to kill him. He did owe the godfather a lot of things. He took away many of the things that the godfather cherished, and then threw it like used toilet paper. I really regret that the person who killed him on the observatory that day was not me. He was like a wizard with a hairy heart, and he didn't realize how much he looked like a human."

  "Don't say that about him, Draco." Pomona said, "He treats me like a father."

   "But you have a new family now." Draco gave Pomona a hug, then stood up, "Don't worry, we will take care of you."

   Draco left after speaking. This time he took a long step, but he didn't shake his head and tail like a snake like before. He looked like a reliable young man.

  (End of this chapter)