Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 2916: The language of butterflies (6)

Chapter 2916 The language of butterflies (6)

Everyone is busy in the new semester, especially Severus. He also has to be a substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts. His Potions course is already heavy, which has caused Bill Weasley to be a substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Substitute teacher for the first grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In the second half of Bill's seventh grade, it will be the International Potions Competition. Pomona is still not sure whether Bill will participate or continue to be a spellbreaker. If he still does not change his mind, he will be busy for the entire seventh grade. It's about the Gringotts internship.

But what was even more unexpected was Elena Aiken. Pomona really didn't know much about her, just like Elena didn't know much about the wizarding world. Year-old children in class together.

Elena's parents are both university professors. She has been in and out of the university since she was only 11 years old, and she has attended lectures with college students in their 20s. Her parents were very demanding of her, and it seemed like they were still preparing her application to the university before receiving the Hogwarts acceptance letter.

For some reason, she didn't follow her parents' arrangements, but chose to attend a wizarding school. Like a baby who just learned to walk, she started to learn how to become a wizard from the most basic waving a wand.

Pomona has seen a performance by a Muggle primary school, a group of little girls in tutu skirts are dancing unprofessional ballet, they all hope to become "princesses" in the eyes of everyone, and the parents in the audience encourage them to do so, Shooting with camera in hand.

Aiken was very low-key. She never raised her hand to speak, always lowered her head, and was even a little afraid of contacting people.

For physicists, if the various forces acting on an object reach a level that can cancel each other out, the object is in a state of equilibrium.

But the force on the heart will not be counteracted like in physics. These forces will have to be absorbed by the heart, not only will not disappear, but will also produce effects that no one can estimate, such as loss of balance.

Unless she visited her home, Pomona would not be able to determine the real situation of Elena, but she felt that if she did visit her home, it would probably be the scene of an asteroid hitting the earth, hiding in the crowd and making her feel A sense of security, no one will ask her to express her point of view, she has never been good at dealing with such occasions.

If you think about it this way, it’s actually not a big deal for Aiken to be assigned to Ravenclaw. Felix will give her proper guidance to give full play to her talent, and Pomona has to worry about teaching her badly.

In addition to teaching students, Pomona also has to teach herself. The fat monk is now her French teacher. Of course, occasionally he will tell her some theology courses, some of which are indeed very enlightening.

The contradiction between tradition and new things also existed during the Renaissance. There have always been many voices of doubt about the issue of the sorting ceremony. If there is really no distinction between the four colleges as people say, why bother? What about the branch?

In addition to the affinity of the four elements, there is also the "universal" in philosophy, which is also the main content of the medieval scholastic debate. For example, the reason why a lion is a lion is not only its appearance is a lion, but also its invisible "essence".

This is very complicated to explain. In short, it is to group a group of people together. Although they all have similarities, they are still different.

And just like that, the first Hodmeade Day came, and it wasn't until Pomona received Phoebe and Joy's parental consent forms that she realized they were actually in third grade, even though she felt trapped by receiving Phoebe. The news in the portrait was obviously not long ago.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," said Pomona.

Minerva walked in with an anxious expression on her face.

"What's the matter?" Pomona asked.

"The Dursley family is going to take Harry Potter to visit his parents, do you want to go?" Minerva asked anxiously.

It was fun to meet the "big celebrity" before Harry started school, especially since Minerva needed company so much.

"I said not to interfere in Harry's affairs," said Pomona. "I'm afraid you're going to be alone, Minerva."

McGonagall sighed.

"I know you won't go, I just let you know."

"Wait." Just as Minerva was about to leave, Pomona handed her the consent form, "Be careful on the road."

"I will." Minerva took the consent form and left the Pomona office.

After Minerva closed the door, Pomona also fell into deep thought.

Jealousy is like a poisonous needle, torturing people to the extreme. She is not a saint, and she has weaknesses.

The door of the office was opened again, this time it was Severus who came in, didn't he get into the habit of knocking on the door?

"Do you know when Burns and Greenglass met?" Severus said.

"What?"

"Phoebe Burns and Gareth Greenglass, they went to Hogsmeade together," Severus said.

"This was big news for me," Pomona said.

"Have you ever paid attention to your students?" Severus asked.

"Of course I paid attention," Pomona said.

"Not as good as Barnaby Lee and Ben Cooper." He said slowly, "Are they from your academy?"

"You were also involved in what happened last year, do you think I have time?" Pomona said impatiently.

Originally he was standing at the door, and the door was not closed, but now he had a cold face, and closed the door with a "bang".

Pomona looked at him warily, if he dared to teach her...

"You like boys more than girls." He said suddenly.

"Why do you think that?" She said in disbelief.

"Liz Stewart, she's a girl," he said defiantly.

"Of course I did her justice," said Pomona. "I gave her the ring that the wonderful key gave me."

"Not time."

"I told... wait, you're playing me!" said the Pomona police officer.

"What did you let?" He asked reluctantly.

Pomona could have left his question alone.

"Liar," he charged. "You didn't do anything."

"I asked Wilminna to teach her 'spiritual vision', which is considered a secret in our college." Pomona said coldly, "We can see things with the eyes of animals."

He watched her carefully, and Pomona watched him calmly.

"You asked her to spy on those two boys?" Severus asked.

"It's to monitor Paul and see what he said to them again." Pomona said in distress, "but now Leeds is in the horned animal sanctuary, and I don't know what they are doing recently."

"Call her back." He ordered.

She hated the way he gave orders, but she still agreed.

"Do you like boys or girls?" he asked again.

"I like both," Pomona smirked.

He walked to her desk with a mysterious smile, and she stepped back in alarm.

"Speaking of the prom, what do you think?"

"I won't interfere." Pomona spread his hands, "It doesn't matter if the students are going to the celestial ball or your ball."

"You said the ball is for children, and we can do what adults do." He stroked the back of her hand with his fingers. "What is it for adults?"

She put her hand under the desk, as if trying to hide it.

At this moment, he rushed over and whispered in her ear.

"Do you know who Sidney's family is?"

"I know...why are you mentioning her?" Pomona asked.

"Malfoy hopes that I can introduce him and know some inside information." Severus said.

"What inside information?"

"The Insider Tip for Making Money."

She looked at him in surprise.

"You want to join?" Severus asked.

"No!" Pomona said sternly.

"It's just the two of us here."

"I know your Slytherin's usual style, but I won't join." Pomona frowned. "And I also suggest that you don't get involved."

He didn't speak.

“The 600-volt direct current that feeds the subway would electrocute even a wizard,” Pomona said.

"It seems that you have also received 'inside information'." He drawled, his tone and expression very much like Malfoy.

The earliest London subway was driven by a steam locomotive. At the same time, the London subway was the first to be electrified, using direct current at that time.

This is not the reason like Edison's competition for New York's lighting system, but the technology of AC motors at that time could not keep up. And although direct current is not as cheap as alternating current, it also has its advantages, especially in terms of short-distance speed control. DC motors can achieve almost perfect "smooth and economical speed regulation". Since there was no reserved space when the subway was built, the power transmission system of the London subway was laid on the ground and became 4 rails.

"It's not just the two of us," Pomona said.

"You want Ravenclaw and Gryffindor to join?" he laughed.

"If Carter knew other ways, why would it be like this." Pomona said softly.

"You care about him." Severus said oddly.

"It's not a problem that can be solved with money." Pomona sighed, "Fernon is going to take Harry to visit the graves of Lily and James, and Minerva is alone. Do you want to accompany her?"

He stared at her.

"I gave Fernon a check and told him to change to a car and take the kids out for a ride." Pomona said calmly.

"He changed?"

"No change, he intends to use the money for Dali to go to college." Pomona said.

"Look, men know how to invest in the long run, but women only know how to buy things."

Pomona sneered, not wanting to get to know him.

"You think that's a bad idea?" Severus asked.

"Don't think this is an opportunity. If the subway circuit next time is the same as this time, the Minister of Transport will not take the blame and resign." Pomona said coldly, "Who do you think will bear the responsibility?"

He didn't make a sound.

“It’s better not to make mistakes than to run fast. It’s not like you don’t know how hard it is to get up when you fall.”

"Why are you helping me so much?" he asked.

"I don't want you to waste all your talent." She said indifferently.

"Liar." He looked her in the eyes and said "What else do you have to say?"

She remembered the French novel.

The innocent little bride is fresh, but what Fanermeng loves is a woman that he can't get. He even allowed Mrs. Dewey and Mrs. Dean to say that he loves him.

"I have nothing to say."

He suddenly grabbed her by the neck, although he didn't use much force, but even then Pomona was taken aback.

"Don't lie to me," he threatened, looking like a punk in Spider's End.

"Why should I lie?" She asked calmly.

His finger pressed to her carotid artery.

"Your heart beat faster." He stated the facts.

"You scared me," she said.

But he was staring at her neck like a vampire.

In fact, vampires bite veins, if they bite arteries...

"Are you hungry?" Pomona ventured to ask.

"Yes." He said softly, stroking her neck "Is there any pudding?"

Although they agreed to eat pudding on Halloween, she still answered "yes".

"Wait for me for a while, I'll get it." Pomona said softly.

He let go of his hand, and she resumed normal breathing.

She stood up slowly under his gaze.

The forbidden fruit cannot be touched, and if you eat it, you will be kicked out of Paradise.

But who can say no to the sweet and savory taste of the forbidden fruit?

If you don't eat it, but just lick the skin of the forbidden fruit, it's not a crime.

She gently grabbed his hair, which made him feel a slight pain.

This kind of pain can let him know that he is not dreaming, this is what he himself said.

His hand ran down her back, touching the place where she had tattooed black wings in her dream. That place was called the butterfly bone. When the arms opened and closed, the two bones were like butterfly wings.

A caterpillar is not like an ugly duckling. When it breaks out of its shell, it has already completed its metamorphosis and has grown gorgeous wings. No one will remember its childhood appearance.

She looked at the face in her arms, he was not as handsome as Dorian Gray.

"What were you thinking?" he asked.

"Henry," she said before he got angry, "he was the 'friend' who seduced Dorian Gray and led him astray."

"Because he talked out of marrying an actress?" Severus asked.

"They fell in love." Pomona said pitifully, "If only they were just ordinary people..."

"She won't take a fancy to him." Severus said coldly, "He can't afford it."

She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He held her face in his cup and kissed those tears away.

"Smile." He said.

She felt that she couldn't laugh, but she still gave a smirk.

He stared at her like a demon.

"You are beautiful." He said.

She thought he was really crazy, how could someone laugh and cry and look crazy.

She tried to push him away, but was wrapped in a black cloak.

Because her back was turned to him, she couldn't see his face, she could only hear his heavy breathing, which sounded like some kind of beast.

"Stop," she begged.

After a while, he let go of his hand, leaning against the desk, looking at her in a daze.

"Is this the power of Veela?" He said calmly.

"I've seen crazier ones than you."

"Who?" He asked questioningly.

"Not to me...I saw someone else." She muttered.

"No wonder Salazar Slytherin didn't allow you to enter the school." He lowered his head "No wonder Dumbledore let you drink potions."

She looked at him in bewilderment.

He laughed.

"How about we call Carter back?"

"What?"

"Before I came here, I asked the white wizard why he couldn't give me the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Guess how he answered?" He asked himself and said, "Call Carter back and let him continue to hold that position. The so-called the curse is lifted."

"You don't believe in curses?" Pomona asked.

"No, I believe it." He smiled, "But there is one thing, even if there is a curse, I want it."

She really didn't understand why he was so persistent about a position?

"What do you think of the idea?" Severus asked.

"If only you could call him back," Pomona said.

"He can call people back from the North Pole, why can't I call Carter back from abroad." Severus said confidently.

"That's Albus protecting you, you are a rare talent." Pomona said, "He hopes you can stay at Hogwarts."

"No, he just thinks I'm useful." He said coldly.

She didn't find it strange.

"What about you, don't you want me to stay here?" He said, grabbing her hand.

"Of course." She said, "Here, you can display your talents and talents."

"I don't think so." He said indifferently.