Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 3119 "Return" (7)

 “One, two, three, the cake turns into cabbage.”

Minerva pointed her wand at a cauldron cake and said it. It quickly changed from a cake with green frosting to a fresh cabbage.

The children were all shocked. Minerva pretended to be calm and took back the cabbage. No, it was the wand. She looked majestic, as if she was in a Transfiguration classroom.

“Bravo.” The cake shop owner applauded Minerva. “Very few people still remember this spell and use it so well.”

However, he still didn't charge a penny less. The cauldron cakes for 8 silver coins each were a rip off. You can buy a bunch of them at Honeydukes.

Pomona paid the fee heartbrokenly, and then watched Minerva hold the packaged cake in her hand. In her other hand, there were various flavors of chewing gum, licorice wands, and jelly beans.

"I don't think Albus can chew gum and blow bubbles." Pomona said to Minerva. "Just think, if the bubble burst and got stuck in his beard..."

"He might as well not blow it," Minerva said to Pomona. "Besides, students can eat too."

Pomona looked at the children on the roadside. The bubbles they blew came in various shapes, like rabbits, dogs and even dragons, just like balloons.

"Give me one." Pomona grabbed a piece of gum from Minerva's pocket, chewed it in her mouth, and blew on it hard.

"Is that an eagle?" Minerva looked at the bubbles blown by Pomona cautiously. It was plump and looked more like a ball escaper with its wings spread than an eagle.

"How about you get one too?" Pomona said to Minerva after biting the bubble. Minerva shook her head.

"You're so boring." Pomona said, chewing another piece of gum, this time it was a lion, but she forgot to spit out the previous piece of gum, and the two actually fused together and turned into a lion with wings. lion.

"If you can let Severus eat, I will." Minerva looked at Pomona and said, "Didn't you come to London to see him?"

"What's so interesting about him?" Pomona said, spitting out his gum and disappearing.

 “How is he getting on?” asked Minerva.

 “How do I know!” Pomona said with a cold face, her good mood suddenly gone.

 “You came to London for fun?” Minerva said somewhat harshly.

Pomona suddenly felt like she was back in school, but she remained calm because they were colleagues now.

“I went to his place and he was cleaning up,” Pomona said.

 “You won’t help?” Minerva asked.

"Why should I help?" Pomona asked subconsciously, and then said, "I helped him clean up his hometown."

 “You went to his old home?” Minerva asked.

"Through the Floo, he connected privately," Pomona said anxiously, feeling as if he was being interrogated.

"Then what?"

“We had a disagreement, and then I didn’t go,” Pomona said, feeling sick to her stomach.

"Don't let him go astray again, Pomona, he has had a hard time getting over everything in the past." Minerva said worriedly.

“Many of the Death Eaters are your students, why don’t you care about them so much?” Pomona sarcastically thought of Quirrell whom he had just met.

This world is indeed unfair.

"Because they are different, do you think Severus is the same as them?" Minerva asked.

 “You’re so annoying,” Pomona said upset.

"I feel the same way." Minerva said coldly, "I'm here to teach students. What was your original purpose?"

Pomona decided not to go shopping with Minerva.

　　Why can't she be like a normal girl, gossiping while shopping? She is such a spoiler of fun.

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Georgiana looked at the disappearing cabinet in front of her.

This was the first time she had observed it so closely. She had not noticed it before. After the Death Eaters came out of the Vanishing Cabinet, she would not have the chance to observe it up close.

There are decorative metal devices on the cabinet, which are almost integrated with the black cabinet body, as if it is coated with a layer of black paint.

The broomsticks in the school were not well maintained, and the broom handle and the hardware on it looked like they were covered in plaster, which was the same color as the disappearing cabinet.

 But if you look closely, you will find that it is an oxide layer. If you wipe it clean, the silvery white luster will be restored. Whether it is iron or silver, it looks like this color before it rusts. However, iron often turns red after rusting, while silver turns black.

With the continuous upgrading of broomsticks, for example, the Firebolt uses Elf Silver, which is more than a little higher than ordinary flying broomsticks in terms of speed and stability, and of course the price has more than doubled.

If owning a Nimbus 2000 when Harry was in his first year was the dream of every Quidditch enthusiast, then by Harry's third year, owning a Firebolt made people who were not so into Quidditch also be fascinated by it. Curious.

 “Why do you want me to apologize to those Muggles!” Carolan said angrily.

"This is polite." Georgiana looked at the disappearing cabinet and said, "Although we are uninvited guests, we are not guests who are ungrateful."

 Caroline sneered, as if scorning her words.

Georgiana really wanted to talk to her about the story in the Odyssey, but she didn't think Carolan would read it, so she didn't mention it.

 “Why did you say those things to them just now?” Carolan asked.

"What are you talking about?" Georgiana asked, pretending to be dumbfounded.

“Don’t let our passion or obsession with things corrode the good side of us,” says Carolan.

 Georgiana did not answer Carolan.

Quirrell turned to ashes after touching Harry, but he was not so bad that he wanted to "break his bones into ashes". Minerva buried him on the hillside where he often stayed when he was studying, where he would bask in the sun. Sun, while clipping the collected plants to make specimens.

He is a very ingenious person, and the specimens look like works of art, and the flowers still retain their beauty when they were just picked.

"How did he become like this?" Minerva said sadly as she sorted out Quirrell's belongings. Livi patted her on the shoulder with a heavy expression like hers.

“Tom Riddle was also a student with excellent qualifications before.” Dumbledore flipped through the notes left by Quirrell. “I heard that you warned Professor Quirrell not to follow in the footsteps of the Dark Lord.”

Minerva and Felivi did not speak. Severus turned his back to everyone and silently sorted out the bottles and jars left by Quirrell.

"He's not following the Dark Lord," Pomona said. "He's trying to defeat You-Know-Who."

 Everyone turned their attention to her.

“Defeating a famous person is a shortcut to fame, Professor Quirrell…”

"We must be careful not to let our passion or obsession with things corrode the good side of us." Dumbledore put the notes in his hand aside. "No matter what we are passionate about or obsessed with."

Pomona looked at the potion in Snape's hand. Just like Paracelsus said, antidote will become poison if it exceeds a certain dose.

He was going to open the bottle cap and smell what was inside, but maybe he noticed Pomona's gaze and looked up at her.

Pomona turned his head and continued to look at the specimens collected by Quirrell.

 When she turned to the last few pages, she saw a small yellow flower that looked a bit like witch hazel.

But it is the cochineal oak of the subclass Hamamelisae, which is the national flower of Albania and is distributed throughout the Mediterranean except Corsica and Italy.

 “Do you have any witch hazel tincture there? Severus,” Pomona asked.

 “Why do you ask?” Snape asked.

 “Did you find anything?” Dumbledore walked over quickly.

“This is a specimen he collected in Albania,” Pomona said. “Maybe it was the last place he went.”

Dumbledore looked at the specimens intently.

"Although the cochineal oak has 'oak' in its name, it is so low that an adult can easily step over it. It is a plant native to Corfu and North Africa, and has spread throughout the Mediterranean with trade. "Before the discovery of the New World, people would cultivate cochineals on its trees, and then collect cochineals to extract dyes." Pomona said to Dumbledore, "Later, people discovered cactus in South America, which is sweeter than cochineal oak." Higher, more suitable for cochineal breeding..."

 “My lipstick is not made of cochineal,” Georgiana asked Carolan.

 “What?” Carolan asked in surprise.

“You just have to imagine that your lips look like scale insects when you kiss, do you still think that kind of kiss is wonderful?”

 Caroline showed a disgusted expression and stopped questioning Georgiana.

 So she regained her peace and could continue to think alone.

“Where should I put you?” she said, looking at the cabinet as if speaking to a person.

 (End of this chapter)