Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 19 Professor's Appreciation (Part 2)

  The power passed down by blood is almost eternal. The Black family is born to use black magic. It is impossible for them to use housework magic at the same time as the house elves. Similarly, the Princes are born with potion geniuses, and letting them be Quidditch players is like making the lame tap dance. It's not a tough one, but a joke at all.

Just like Slughorn wouldn’t let Snape go with scabies potions, Pomona didn’t need Pomona to do a basic course like changing Mandela grass. She was overwhelmed by Slughorn. The professor invited to his office.

  "Do you want ice cream or some mead?" Slughorn said with a grin.

  Pomona ignored him, she visited Dean Slytherin’s furnishings.

  She doesn’t know what the real nobleman’s house is like, but Dean Slytherin’s office is very luxurious, of course the overall color is green, in addition to using a lot of silver decoration.

  Exquisite silk, gorgeous chandeliers, and exquisite carpets, every detail here is extremely luxurious, which is completely different from the life-filled house of Mrs. Sprout’s.

  Pomona can be sure that the wizards of Slytherin have no interest in learning life magic. They may not even know how to wash the dishes after leaving the house elves.

"That's the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, Batty Crouch and his son, Batty Crouch Jr., in two years that kid will go to Hogwarts to study." Slughorn pointed out. Looking at a photo in front of Pomona, "What were we doing that day? Oh, yes, we went fishing. Quidditch is too intense for those of us who are older."

   "What professor did you call me to do?" Pomona was very confused.

"I should ask you this question, Miss Martin." Slughorn still handed her a glass of mead. "I heard Abth say that this year there will be a mixed-blood Veeva coming to our school. I really didn't expect it to happen. It's you, why do you want to cover up your beauty? How many girls can't ask for it."

  The first rule of Hefpaff College Code, keep a low profile.

  Pomona can hardly explain the reason to the high-profile Slytherin.

   "If you don't mind." Pomona said, "I have to go back to prepare. The tree will wake up again at night, and I still have homework to do."

  "If it’s the homework for the potions class, don’t worry, you don’t need to hand it in. Can you spare the time to chat with me this old man?"

  Pomona had to admit that Slytherin was really sleek sometimes, so Pomona sat down on the soft leather sofa.

   "If you have anything to say, please say it."

   Slughorn tried his best to control the smile at the corner of his mouth, but still couldn't hide the smile. He used the opportunity of sealing the mead to sort out the language, and then turned and said.

"As you can see, I'm just a poor potions teacher. I have to take seven grades with one person, and two of them have to prepare for the wizard rank exam, but every day the materials used in the potions class are I prepared it, so I have to need a lot of helpers, such as Lestrange, who is teaching you today, without his help, I really don’t know what to do."

   "So... are you going to ask me to help you prepare the medicinal materials for the potions class?"

"Oh, Pomona, my dear, do you have mind-reading skills?" Slughorn laughed. "Hogwarts has a large greenhouse, which has been almost vacant since Dorian became the dean. It's a pity that I watched so many magical plants gradually wither or lose their magical powers. It would be great if someone could take care of them."

   Pomona sneered in her heart, it turned out that Slughorn had this idea.

   "I heard that the school will allocate funds for the potions class to buy medicinal materials..."

"No, the quality of the medicinal materials outside is very poor, and there are also adulterations, many of which are not up to the requirements." Slughorn didn't wait for Pomona to finish and shook his hand. "In addition to teaching, I also have experiments. Only high-quality potions can achieve the curative effect I hope. This is just an old man's careful wish. Can't you realize it for me?"

  Pomona could feel how impatient Slughorn was, which made her feel that she had caught his handle.

   "What are you going to trade with me, Professor?" Pomona asked.

   "Anything is fine." Slughorn said boldly. He seemed to think that an eleven-year-old child like Pomona would be easy to dispose of.

   "Okay, I'll go back and think about it." Pomona stood up and said, "How to use the greenhouse must be approved by our dean."

   "Merlin's pants, who knows when Dorian will come back." Slughorn obviously couldn't wait, he almost jumped up excitedly.

   "Professor, today is my first day of school, and I am still a freshman in the first grade." Pomona reminded him, "Please be patient."

   Slughorn sighed, then forced a smile and said, "You're right, I was too anxious."

   "Our top priority now is to calm down the mad beating Willow. I need to check some information. Can you give me the permission to enter the restricted area?"

   "Why don't you ask Dumbledore directly?" Slughorn asked suddenly.

  "The principal? Why should I ask him?" Pomona was taken aback. It seemed that it was a better idea to directly ask the knowledgeable principal instead of looking up the book.

   "Nothing." Slughorn stared at her thoughtfully for a while, then said, "You can go now."

"Yes, Professor." Pomona bowed to him, then got up and left Dean Slytherin's office. The moment she was about to close the office door, she accidentally saw Professor Slughorn's From behind, he looked tired, as if he was really old as he said.

   "It's funny." When the office door closed, she heard someone in the dark saying, "Seeing former Gryffindor dean in the morning, and now seeing Dean Slytherin, your day is really busy."

   "Who is where?" Pomona raised her wand and pointed it at the darkness.

Slowly, a boy came out, his hair was still greasy, and his body was full of a strong bitterness. The cellar of Slytherin was colder than the ghost classroom of Bins, and Pomona's heart was throbbing. Pounding, her fingertips couldn't help shaking.

"What kind of magic are you going to use against me? Clean it up, or the Unforgivable Curse?" Severus Snape said slowly in a silky voice, a dimple formed at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were delighted. After squinting, the black robe and darkness on his body were almost perfectly blended together, exuding a breath of suffocating danger.

  The person in front of him is completely different from the clumsy and lonely performance in front of Lily Evans. His essence is no different from Lucius Malfoy, and he is good at covering up his true self with disguise.

  Now think about it, how cute is Eddy Water who vomited when he saw Professor McGonagall Animagus.

   "Stay away from me, Snape!"

   "Except your weapon!" Snape suddenly raised his wand, and the wand in Pomona's hand fell to the ground.

   "Don't use your magic wand at me, unless you really want to fight me." Snape said word by word, "Next time you dare to do this again, I will make you suffer, Hefpaff."

  Pomona looked at Snape in horror. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being feared, and flung his cloak and left like a bat in a cave.

  Having been waiting for his footsteps to be inaudible, Pomona squatted down, touching her aching wrist, and wept in a low voice.

  (End of this chapter)