Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 698 Emergency Braking

  Spoiled children often have a trait, that is, who they don’t like will not be the same as adults, because of their interests, they will barely maintain friendly contacts.

  Pomona never thought that she would have a day when she would be "spoofed" by someone younger than herself.

  Oh my god, this is a real ghost. Isn’t she not mature enough for Severus?

  She didn't like Joseph, and she didn't even want to eat the food he cooked, but Severus didn't get used to her and took her to the dining car for dinner.

  Yesterday they were in a wooden cabin restaurant on a snow-capped mountain and ate Swiss delicacies while drinking German beer with a group of young people. They were completely drunk, and some even jumped on the long wooden table to dance. How happy they looked at that time.

  "Come on, beautiful woman, bring us wine, I love both beautiful woman and good wine!"

  She likes the atmosphere of the third-class cabin of the Titanic. Now the dining car is like a first-class cabin, with suffocating etiquette everywhere. No wonder Rose would want to escape.

   But the strange thing is that the noisy family, they did not show up.

  Maybe they got off the car.

  She didn’t think too much, most of the passengers were passing by each other, and after a short meeting, they went away...

   "He is there."

  Just as Pomona was looking at the menu and preparing to order, a flight attendant showed up at the entrance of the dining car with a small man pointing at Severus.

  The skinny middle-aged man wore a khaki cloak. He looked in good spirits and moved quickly.

  "Are you Mr. Edgar Smith?" He said in French-scented English.

   "Yes." Severus said calmly.

  "I am Louis Merveyer, supervisor of the French Wizarding Railway Company. I heard the conductor say that you seem to know some medical skills. Maybe you can help Mr. Ervin von Lorraine. He is a little uncomfortable."

   "He is very sick?"

   "I don't know, please go and have a look."

  Pomona stood up with him, she would not let him alone.

They followed the flight attendants to the family box, which was more spacious than the ordinary ones they lived in, and even had a small living room, enough for a small private concert. The three noisy children stood at the door of their parents’ room. , A man groaned from the open door.

  The Twelve Table Law stipulates that a woman cannot cry uncontrollably when she is out for funerals.

  It must be a man who sets this rule.

Mrs. Lorraine upholds the restrained and aristocratic manners of German women, or she was so frightened that she didn’t know what to do. Mr. Lorraine, who was in good spirits at lunch, is now lying on the bed in his clothes, separated by the old man. You can feel that the natural rhythm around him is very uncoordinated from a distance.

   "How many Ramola fish did he eat?" Pomona asked the flight attendant.

   "What?" The flight attendant and Lewis who brought them were dumbfounded.

   "He's magically rioted." She said angrily, and the two of them opened their eyes like a dove again.

   Generally speaking, magic riots will happen to little wizards. At that time, they do not have enough control over their bodies. As adults progress with control, this kind of problem will not exist.

  But if a person has too much magic power into the body, it is beyond his control, even if he is an adult, he will be riotous.

   "Help him up." Severus said, "He can't lie down."

  The little man and the flight attendant helped Mr. Lorraine up. As if he had experienced terrible pain, he wailed when he moved.

   "You must consume the magic." Severus yelled at Mr. Lorraine's earrings, "Otherwise you will die!"

   "Where is his wand?" Pomona asked Mrs. Lorraine, but she didn't understand what she was saying.

   "In Dad's cane." The little boy at the door said in English.

Severus spoke again in German at this time, and Pomona took Mr. Lorraine’s wand. It was not decorated with a snake head like Lucius’s wand, but a badge with a black wand inside. of.

   "I will take him out and stop the train."

  Louis immediately confessed to the flight attendant, and then asked Severus "What do I need me to do?"

   "Take the woman and the child away." Severus said, "Just have us two here."

  Louis looked at Pomona, as if he did not believe that a woman could handle such a difficult problem.

   "I think you still don't know that your colleague is doing illegal activities." Pomona smiled and looked at him. "Do you know someone in the car sells Ramola fish?"

   "Who?" The little one said calmly.

   "You can ask the chef." Pomona turned her head and stopped looking at Louis. "Now, take them away."

Magic riots are very dangerous. All the girls Arianna shook her adult Muggle mother to death, and Irene, as well, was severely traumatized by Severus’ magic riots. What's more, the little wizards are like this. Adult wizards, if they are handled incorrectly, all three of them will be finished.

  Pomona waved her magic wand and used a defensive spell. Whether it was useful or not, it could be blocked.

Mrs. Lorraine and her children were taken away by Louis. The three of them were left in the carriage. Mr. Lorraine’s hands were bulging, and he kept covering his head, as if he was enduring great pain. Method to concentrate.

  "Should I give him some potion?" she asked, flustered.

   "I don't think so, it will destroy his balance in his body." Severus said, "Do you think bloodletting is useful?"

   "What?" she asked in surprise.

   "Those letters, you forgot that the old fool said, you can squeeze magic power from your blood."

   "He has his own magic power in his blood. Now there are too many external magic powers. If he let go of his own magic power, does he still have the power to control the external magic power?"

   "I don't know, how do you ask me?"

   "I don't know, but I don't support bloodletting." Pomona gritted her teeth, "I knew that eating indiscriminately would make mistakes."

   "Don't drink potions, don't let blood, what should we do now?" he asked.

   "Blackroot." She burst into inspiration and said, "Eating it can offset part of the magic."

   "Good idea, give it to me!" Severus reached out to her.

   "I don't have it with me."

"what?"

   "The potion is rare and expensive..."

   "I remember it was in the greenhouse I gave you." His face was stiff, as if he was going to get angry.

   "I haven't been to Malfoy's for a long time." She said guiltyly.

  Severus looked at her and shook his head.

   "It's not my fault, it's you..."

   "It's always like this...you women, always say that it's our fault..." Mr. Lorraine didn't forget to speak even though he was like this.

   "Yes." Severus echoed, "Why don't you say that you spend too much energy on unrelated people and things."

  Pomona looked at the "Alliance".

   "What happened?" (whatthehell) she yelled.

   "How do you feel?" Severus asked Mr. Lorraine.

   "My head is about to burst." Mr. Lorraine was sweating.

   "How many fish did you eat?"

   "Two."

  Severus blew a frivolous whistle.

   "It's just two slap-sized fish, not enough to stuff my teeth!"

  At this time, the train gradually slowed down.

  Pomona looked out the window. This was the edge of a forest. The cedar trees were as tall as a sword.

   "Maybe there are blackroot grass in the forest." She said hopelessly.

   "Don't go far." He said, "Also, remember to call me when you are in danger."

   "If you leave, what should I do?" Mr. Lorraine asked.

   "Try to control that force and don't blow yourself up." Severus said irresponsibly, "Have you made a will? Do you need a lawyer for you?"

  (End of this chapter)