Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2908 Water and Dream (11) Repair

  Pomona mist the bedrooms with insecticide.

  Some time ago, two cats and dogs sneaked in. If fleas and other insects really came in, they probably carried them.

  When Newt Scamander came to New York, he had to go through an inspection when he disembarked. Fortunately, his suitcase was prepared with two modes, otherwise he would not be able to enter the country at all.

Then he went to the bank to exchange currency used during his trip to the United States, where he met Jacob and Tina, although Muggle federal agents did not show up in New York, but the headquarters of macusa was there, as "Ex-Auror" Tina took advantage of lunch time to monitor Second Salem.

She could have sat down and had a decent meal in a restaurant, but instead she ate a hot dog, not to mention spending a few hours eating "gracefully" with full table manners, and her lunch break was only so point.

Wizards don't care about Muggle Prohibition, in fact American wizards made a lot of money at that time, especially "gigglewater" (gigglewater), as long as it is strong, people drink it, although drinking it can't help it Laughter, but Muggles can drink it without being poisoned.

  This "water" contains potion ingredients, and the brandy brought back by Dumbledore contains "natural ingredients" that make people laugh...

   All in all, although the law and order in New York is not very good, it is still much better than Chicago. So when the animals in Scamander left their suitcases and caused an "explosion" in Jacob's apartment, non-magical folks were quick to believe it was caused by a gas leak, just as the rest of the community believed it was caused by Silence The damage caused by the attackers was also caused by the gas leak.

  Muggles did not have this cognition because macusa modified their memory. They were investigating the real culprit who caused the destruction of New York.

   As long as they can check Scamander's immigration records, they will find that when he arrived in New York, the "Fantastic Beasts" incident had been going on for a while, and it was impossible for his animals to cause it.

  But Tina was eager to save her own career, or other considerations. In short, she brought Scamander back to the headquarters, and she almost died because of it. In the end, she was rescued by Newt who was "almost framed by her" in the death chamber.

  In 1920, Franklin D. Roosevelt ran for the vice president of the Democratic Party. He wrote to Bryan in 1922. That year, the Democratic Party defeated the Republican Party and won 13 seats in the state. The Democratic Party had not held a party convention in New York since 1868, so Democrats in New York State fought hard to host the 1924 convention.

  At that time, there were still many southerners in the Democratic Party. Because of his deputy's involvement in the Teapot Hill scandal, in order to reduce the heat, Meduka agreed to change the venue of the congress to New York. But "some up-and-coming idiot" won the convention siting question, but missed out on the center stage, and then they came up with the idea of ​​repealing the Eighteenth Amendment. The two factions that support abolition and those that do not support abolition are evenly matched and incompatible, so this New York congress has become the "most chaotic and longest" in the history of the Democratic Party.

   So Pomona couldn't figure out why Henry Shaw, Jr. used alcohol prohibition as the topic at the fundraising dinner in 1926. The host also said that he would become the president of the United States in the future.

  Because of using the bubble head spell, Pomona didn't smell the smell of insecticide, but just as she was about to exit, she heard movement in the room.

  She quietly walked over following the sound, and slowly raised her wand.

  The sound came from her closet. She was about to open it, but the closet door opened by itself, and Pomona only saw an afterimage rushing towards her.

   "All imprisoned!" Pomona subconsciously shouted.

  The moment the thing rushing towards it stopped, her bedroom door opened, and Severus stood in the doorway.

   "What's wrong?" he asked.

   "I found this." Pomona picked up a custard from the ground, and she really couldn't figure out how they got into her bedroom.

   "Is that what it did?" Severus asked.

   "Shut the door!" said Pomona. "This room is full of insecticide."

   Then she left the room with the "culprit".

   When she came outside the bedroom, Pomona lifted the head-bubble spell, and the pungent smell made her feel uncomfortable, let alone the small animals.

  It was coughing and sneezing continuously, looking sickly.

   "Is there an antidote?" Pomona asked Severus.

   "The inhaled dose is not large enough to cause poisoning," Severus said.

   But Pomona still felt sorry for the cattail when she looked at it, so she had to comb its fur with her hands.

   That experience was full of panic for most New York residents, and they longed to forget.

  But for Jacob, who was going through a trough in life, it brought joy and hope. The rain mixed with the venom of the squirrel called by the Thunderbird didn't work on him.

   What's more, this water will not only be inhaled, but also enter New York's water supply system. According to the habit of people at that time to drink raw water, these "venoms" will also be drunk by them.

   "I once had a tortoise because it lived a long life and was easy to keep." Pomona said gloomily, "But I don't like keeping pets. Does that mean I'm a heartless person?"

   "Who told you that?" Severus asked.

   "You told me to be normal," Pomona charged.

  He looks like he's about to smile.

   "Seriously!" she said seriously.

   "You want to keep this velvet?" Severus said "seriously".

   "Here you are." Pomona handed the puff pastry to him.

   But he didn't answer.

   "I don't keep pets." He said coldly, "All the pets I keep don't end well."

   "It's not for you to raise it, but to see if it recovers?" Pomona said.

  He suddenly leaned over and brushed away the hair next to her ears.

   "What are you doing!" She hurriedly protected her ears.

   "See if your ears are not clean, Pu Rongrong really eats earwax?"

   "That's what it says in the book." She covered her ears tightly and said.

   "I want to prove it." He said confidently.

   "You can try raising one yourself," Pomona said.

   "I don't have pets." Severus looked at the velvet on her leg. "This one looks very unfriendly."

   Pomona actually felt that the velvet wanted to attack Severus, as if it knew who was responsible for making it so difficult.

   "Let me take a look," he continued.

   "No!" She continued to refuse, "What if you see my ears are full of earwax?"

   "I want to see it." He said forcefully.

"No!"

  He directly grabbed her wrist, and Pu Rongrong escaped while struggling.

  Finally seeing him so reluctant to give up, Pomona put his hands down.

   "Look, look!" She closed her eyes, "Don't think I'm dirty."

   There was no movement for a long time, she secretly opened her eyes.

   "Why should I think you are dirty?" He asked seriously.

  She didn't know where to start.

   "Look at me." He whispered, reaching out to touch her ear.

   "You should wear earrings." He said, looking at her earlobes.

  She felt her face was red and hot, even her ears were hot.

  He probably sensed the temperature change, and turned his gaze to her face.

   "When was the last time you picked out earwax?" she said dryly.

   "What are you doing?" He asked with a slight smile.

   "I help you, and you help me," said Pomona.

  He was silent, and Pomona took him for acquiescing, turned a quill into an ear pick, and sat down on the sofa.

   "Come here," she said to him.

  Severus walked over consciously, sat down beside her, and then lay down directly, resting his head on her lap.

   "Is this sofa too short?" She looked at him curled up on the sofa and asked.

   "Continue." He said lightly

  Pomona pushed back his greasy hair and checked his ears, which were cleaner than she thought.

   "Do you know how Hamlet's father died?" She said grimly, "One day he was sleeping in the garden, and someone poured poison into his ear."

   "Are you going to poison me?" He asked with a smile.

   "I just reminded you not to fall asleep." She said angrily, picking his ears with an ear pick.

   "Sounds like thunder," Severus said.

   "Only you can hear the rumble," said Pomona softly. "I can't hear anything."

   "Stay like this." He said comfortably, changing to a more comfortable position to lie down.

  She remembered somehow the earring that Bill was wearing, which was the fourth leaf of clover.

   Then she deliberately blew on Severus' ear.

   "What for?" he said calmly.

   "Blow away the earwax." She replied with a smile "Don't move."

  He was really obedient and motionless, and soon both of his ears were clean.

   "It's you." He sat up straight and said.

   "That's it." She blushed and said, "I won't lie down anymore."

  He didn't insist, took the ear pick, and sat down to help her clean her ears.

  He may have deliberately pulled her earlobe out of revenge, causing her a little pain, or it may be to get a better look. In short, the ear is in someone else's hands, and Pomona dare not move it.

   "There is a legend that the land was once carried by several large tortoises and floated in the sea." Severus said, "I thought you raised the tortoise for this reason."

   "Why do you think so?" She asked in surprise.

  He put the earpick into his ear, and she suddenly heard a sound like thunder.

  Thunderstorms are often followed by rain, which falls to the ground and seeps into the interior of the earth. According to Bruno, the water element partly soaked in the earth has more power than the earth soaked in water. Everyone can see that the water is falling in the desert, and soon the desert will be green.

   "Your head is always full of fantasy," Severus said.

   She closed her eyes, like a blind man whose hearing becomes sharper.

   "What are you doing?" He asked in a low voice.

   "Listen to you." She said uncontrollably as if she was drunk.

   But he didn't say any more, she only heard his breathing.

   "Thank you for taking me home yesterday."

   "You're drunk." He said calmly.

   "What about your mean words?" Pomona asked. "Like, 'I can't let a drunk sleep on the street'?"

   "What about your sympathy? You don't think Rita Kiester turned to being a reporter because she saw too much evil?" Severus said.

   "That was her choice, giving up the original principle."

   "What principles does she have?" Severus asked.

   “Recording the truth, even if that truth will bring about earth-shattering change,” Pomona said quietly.

   "I thought you were going to speak for the unspoken," Severus said.

   "Don't be naive, Severus." She put her ear close to his face and let him continue to serve her.

  Some people think that rainy days are depressed and melancholy, while others think that rainy days are very relaxing and sleep will be particularly sweet.

  This may be due to the restrictions on going out in the rain, and those who want to go out can't go out, so they can only stay at home.

   Now Pomona is feeling sleepy listening to "Thunder".

  An economist once proposed the trickle-down theory. Like Bruno, he believed that "water" would seep deep into the ground. The best relief is to do nothing. As long as the total wealth is increased, the poor will also benefit.

  But the top is too "thirsty", and when it reaches the bottom, it "trickles down" nothing. The establishment of Second Salem is not unrelated to the private charity Hoover emphasized. It took in many homeless children, including Credence.

   "This side is fine, switch to the other," Severus said.

   "Sit down here." She regained consciousness and pointed to the other side of the sofa.

  He doesn't move at all.

   "You sit a little over, I'll go over." Pomona said.

  He remains motionless.

   "How about you lie down?" He discussed it and said, "Or what are you worried about?"

   "It's unsightly," Pomona said.

   "It's just the two of us here, I won't tell anyone else," Severus said.

   She looked at the cunning Slytherin.

  One ear without earwax is not like makeup that only melts half of the face.

   "I'm going to catch that cattail." She stood up and went to get the pet bait.

  He was a little angry, but Pomona didn't indulge him, it's human nature to ask for something.

   After she caught the puffy man hiding in the corner, Severus didn't leave, and he was flipping through her bookshelf again.

  She wanted to tell him that this is not your place, but she still had no guts.

   "Where's your Hamlet?" he asked.

   "I borrowed it from the library," Pomona said.

   He looked at her.

   "Knowledge is not the book, who said I don't have it?" Pomona asked.

   "Maybe I will forget." His hand stroked the spines of those books "Sometimes I will take them out and review them."

   "Then go to the library to borrow it." Pomona said coldly.

   "Maybe I can have one of my own." He smiled at her, showing his yellow teeth. "You don't have to be shy to express what you really think."

  She looked at him coldly.

   "I hope you feel comfortable." He said provocatively, "If it were me, I could hear clearly in one ear, but it would be very uncomfortable if I couldn't hear clearly all the time."

   Then he left her office with a mysterious smile.

  It's okay if he doesn't mention it, but she also feels a little annoyed when he mentions it.

  But she glanced at the Puffy Velvet in her arms, and she couldn't imagine it eating earwax with its tongue, which reminded her of anteaters and ants.

   "What kind of strange association is this." She muttered, and went to the medical wing with Pu Rongrong.

  (end of this chapter)