Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 636 Strange whispers

The life and death of human beings need to be decided by law enforcement. However, werewolves are classified as beasts in the MOM level. When humans want to eat chicken, they do not make killing chickens illegal. The killing of werewolves is also illegal, although it is illegal in law. Time is not always the same.

  In Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix, Remus can be treated equally as a human being. Outside, he is classified as a beast just like his kind, even if the magical disease of wolf disease is not their voluntarily acquired.

They like to eat **** meat, and like the feeling of chasing like wolves. Chinatown is not big, and the road conditions are good. London often holds marathons. People who exercise regularly and don’t exercise can see at a glance—you can’t win. There is only a dead end, and fate will not give anyone another chance.

  It didn’t take long for the running crowd to reach the intersection guarded by Umbridge. She led a dozen people and stood aggressively on the spot, looking like she was very powerful.

Crazy wolf disease is the loss of all reason. Pomona does not think that those werewolves will stop charging due to fear after seeing a companion dying in Avada’s life spell. What's more, there are glass windows on both sides of the street after arriving here. Werewolves Will rush into the store easily.

  When Slytherin was used as an opponent, Pomona always felt that they were a bit...now they are teammates. This kind of blind confidence really makes Pomona unable to express in words.

  "What is your backup plan, Doris?" Pomona looked downstairs from the roof.

  If they escaped from this intersection, it would be M Beans World in London. There would be many children in it. She didn't think it was a good duel venue.

  "I can teach you a little trick." The voice behind her ear said, "You can burn those dirty things with fire. Isn't the fire magic what he is good at?"

   "Ordinary magic is useless to them." Pomona said.

   "Because of this, that's why you need to use black magic." He said in a silky soft voice. Seriously, Pomona felt that the voice was not as magnetic as Severus's.

   "The Lihuo Curse is too wild to control."

   "Crabbe can't do it, but you are different. Did the White Wizard show you the memory of the Battle of the Ministry of Magic?"

  Pomona shook her head. She thought for a while that the other party might not be able to see it, and just wanted to say no, the voice started to say again.

   "You have understood before that flame is also a substance. Treat the animal's soul as your own pet. Train it to listen to your commands so that you can control the flame."

   "I can't do it." Pomona trembled.

"Of course you can do it!" Maybe because his voice was too angry, he said in a soft voice, "If you are willing to learn from me, I will tell you a secret, who is the real Helgakhov Descendant of Puff."

  Pomona stiffened all over.

"You know, it's not the Smith family." Her gaze turned to Umbridge as if uncontrollably. Slytherin's locket is really unbearable for me to wear such a dirty and ugly thing. I give you the honor to wear Slytherin's locket."

   "I won't wear your Horcrux, Tom!" Pomona said with all her strength.

   "When the Gryffindor sword smashed it, it was no longer my Horcrux." Tom Riddle said softly, "I think you already feel its charm, right?"

   "Stop."

  "Beautiful things should be worn by beautiful people. I begin to understand why Severus is going crazy for you, that mudblood Lily..."

   "Shut up!" Pomona yelled, covering her ears.

   "It's sad." Voldemort groaned. "Why waste such extraordinary talents, witch?"

  She began to recall the life of a normal woman.

  The kitchen is full of sunshine and sweet smell, checkered tablecloth, and a flower just picked from the field.

  There is a cheesecake on the table and a cup of steaming black tea. She has a husband who is not handsome and is always called "angry" by the children around him.

He has gray hair and a severely deformed figure. He is old enough to be a grandpa. Her daughter will bring her little granddaughter to see her. It is a little girl with flame-colored red hair and green eyes, her favorite food It's blueberry cheese...

   "I thought you would spend a little bit of your brain to learn something useful." Voldemort said, "Do you think that country woman can solve those werewolves?"

   "Shut up, Tom!" she yelled.

"Only by cultivating more wizards, and only when the wizards have grown, can those dark creatures dare not rebel. When I was still there, did you ever worry about werewolves and dementors?" He said softly and elegantly, "I'm protecting Why, you guys? Is it because you have been with the Muggles for a long time, so you are as stupid as them and can’t tell the difference between good and bad?"

  Pomona raised her wand and turned back.

  "I’m Doctor Simon. You are the Muggles who are going to drive him away. That’s how you treat your patron saint?"

   "You killed a lot of people, Tom, including my kid!" Pomona said sharply.

   "I didn't kill her. It was Severus who made the decision. I admire him for this. Knowing that the danger is stifled in the bud, he may be wondering if my soul will be parasitic on that fetus."

  Pomona became stiff again.

"I almost took Harry Potter's body, I used his blood, so we are twin brothers." He smiled weirdly and said, "His mother's spell to protect him is useless for him, my The death curse can also work on him."

  Pomona feels sad for Tom Riddle.

  It turned out that he always wanted someone to protect him.

   But he couldn't believe in people, so he made so many Horcruxes.

   "But I didn't do that. Like you said, I don't want to be a woman."

"what did you do to me!"

  "This is another question. Now, you can make a choice. Do you want to know what happened to you, or do you want to know who is the descendant of Helga Hef Puff?"

   "Please, let me go!"

   "It's really weak." He said contemptuously, "You don't have time to hesitate, make a decision quickly!"

   At this moment, the green light began to flash below, and one after another werewolves fell to the ground under the Killing Curse, but when they fell, the Muggles were involved, and the werewolf's front line was getting closer and closer to them.

  She can burn those werewolves to death with a fierce fire curse, but in this way, there is no need to set up that trap.

  What's more, she doesn't like cold killings. She prefers rich food, warm sunshine, and laughter with friends.

  Siris, James, Remus, Lily, they are all dead, even Severus is dead and resurrected, which makes her start to believe that the legend that Veeva brought bad luck.

  She wanted to take a boat and go on a date on the Black Lake, instead of seeing him covered in blood in the dock.

  She wants him to live, no matter what she asks her to do.

In a daze, she thought she had returned to her secluded place. The first night they drank creamy mushroom soup, the bedroom had just been put out. It was a double bed, not much wider than the wide single bed she used to sleep, but She felt a sense of fear.

  She got married and will share it with another person in the future. This is different from dating, but a formal cohabitation.

  She is clearly the kind of person who does not support living together before marriage.

  In this kind of time and occasion, she can actually remember this...

   After regaining control of the body, she sighed. In the worst case, she became Voldemort's Horcrux like Nagini. She can only hope that she is not.

  Lily’s magic protects Harry, and that power flows in the blood, so Petunia of the same blood can protect Harry.

  She has absolutely no blood relationship with Lily and Harry. The only connection is the wand of yew and phoenix tail feathers. Voldemort would kill Lily forever, and the killing curse that bounced back when he killed Harry killed himself.

   Ouroboros represents alchemy, while in Nicklemay’s notes, the seventh page of the first group is drawn with a wand swallowed by a giant snake, and the treasure phoenix on the Philosopher’s Stone notebook.

She felt that something was missing, like missing a piece of the jigsaw puzzle, but no matter what happened to her, she understood that to get rid of Voldemort, Occlumency is not necessary, but just think about something that oozes the foul smell of love. Can drive him away from her mind.

  The power to defeat Voldemort is love, no matter what form of love, as long as it is love, it can defeat the person who does not understand love.

  So, she really finds it hard to believe that he will actually have a baby with Bella.

  Those vicious werewolves were once the children of others, but they were stolen and bitten by the werewolves, and finally they became so indifferent.

  An intuition told her that she can’t do unforgivable things to the werewolf, otherwise she will regret it.

  Just, what can I do to stop those werewolves?

  "Why don't you summon the basilisk?" Pomona thought in confusion. Didn't Severus teach everyone how to get out of the hole?

  Now think about it, Severus and Bellatrix, as well as Draco Malfoy, have used this spell.

  Slytherin's secret room really hides a lot of things, no wonder Albus Dumbledore wants to find the secret room so much.

  (End of this chapter)