Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 998

  There is joy in even the most unfortunate moments, as long as someone remembers to bring light.

  -Albus Dumbledore

   "Let’s go back, Tom, this place is strange."

  Pomona heard a girl say.

   Then she found herself in a cave. The sound of the waves could be heard vaguely. There were two boys around her, all dressed as pre-war children.

   "You want to go back, coward." The boy on the left said to the girl.

   Then Pomona’s eyes were forced to divert, as if her soul was contained in someone else’s body.

She was very familiar with the scenery in front of her, although she had only visited it once. It was the cave where Tom Riddle placed the Slytherin locket, but it did not look as terrifying as it was later. There was only ink water in the pool. , And there is no slippery corpse.

  "Orphans can only go to such a place during their summer vacation." She heard Voldemort's hoarse voice saying, "That island is far less beautiful than Venice, right?"

   "Is this your memory?" Pomona asked.

   "Harry Potter thought I was unaware, why don't you spy on me like him?" Voldemort asked again.

   "You are a powerful wizard." She said with some fear.

   People who don’t know what fear is are not brave, but stupid.

"It's been like this before I came to this island." Voldemort didn't entangle her with this topic, and then said, "Women have extraordinary feelings, even if she is a Muggle, this cave was full of darkness before I transformed it. The breath, just like what you feel now."

   "What do you think is causing this?"

   "I don't know, have you ever wondered why the invisibility cloak, the old wand, and the resurrection stone are called the Deathly Hallows?"

"No."

"Death can make people feel terrified. If I say that, you may not understand that there are sacred and non-sacred ways of death. In fairy tales, when the time comes, the youngest of the three brothers has gone with death. This This method of death is sacred, and other methods of death..."

   "I understand." She said to Voldemort, "I can feel it."

   "Talk about that feeling."

   "Profanity." She thought for a long time only this word.

  "You're really not that smart. Wald Walper is doing vampire research just like you. He has published a book. Where is your research going?"

   Pomona sneered.

  Wald Walper is one of the favorite students of the old slug. He managed to become friends with the vampire Schonny and wrote a book called "Blood Brothers: I Live in a Vampire".

   "I want to know the truth. Vampires want to improve their current status. What they say will beautify themselves. That's not what I want."

   "You know, why don't you smell like Quirrell?" Voldemort asked again.

   "You are not directly attached to me."

   "You said that no man wants to be a woman. I think you are right about that." Voldemort said slowly, "I don't think kissing Severus is a pleasure."

   Pomona spit out her tongue secretly. The scene of Voldemort and Snape kissing was really horrified.

"Trilaoni’s'view' is wider than ours. People in their family can see the future that we can't see. They see the'future' in our eyes, just like we look back at the past. These are all It’s established, so it’s not feasible for us to use the time converter to modify the past."

  "This will create a paradox. If the'future' is changed, the'future you' will disappear. Even the past self will kill the future self, so it is impossible to modify your own destiny."

  "But you can modify the fate of people related to you, but in this way, the world you live in after you return from your trip will be different."

  "Why did you suddenly talk about time?" Pomona asked.

   "I'm here to remind you that when you wake up, the world may be different from before you slept." Voldemort said with a smile, "This is destiny, you can't change it, sweetheart."

  Voldemort called her by the nickname Carlos brothers and sisters call her. Just when she was surprised, the soles of her feet were suddenly empty, and a sense of weightlessness spontaneously came to her, she was scared to sit up.

  She was still in the tent she had set up, but Severus was gone, and the mountain wind blew the tent into hunting noises, and she shuddered involuntarily.

   "Severus!" she yelled, then crawled to her feet and ran out without wearing shoes.

Fortunately, she wore socks, so it didn’t hurt to step on the stone. Her last memory was that they had lunch together, and then she went to bed. As a result, when she woke up, the sky had turned dark. I don’t know if it was evening or dawn.

She took out her pocket watch, and it appeared to be a twelve-hour clock. Easter is after the vernal equinox and the first Sunday after the full moon. Theoretically speaking, the global day and night at the vernal equinox have the same length, that is, six in the morning and in the evening. The light at six o'clock is the same, and the only thing that can tell whether it is day or night is the position of the sun.

  The sun is fine there, but is its orientation east or west?

  To identify the direction, you still have to find the north first.

  She took out her magic wand and was about to use the spell to find the north, but there was movement in the forest not far away.

She followed the voice quietly, and the first thing she found was the figure of Severus. He was facing her back, and there was a person kneeling in front of him. She carefully distinguished that it was the drunk in the tavern. Chinese.

  Sentence is a kind of torture, and Pomona doesn't know how long he has tortured the drunkard.

  The black wizard is like this. If you can ask about things through good communication and inducement, you have to use such a tough method to provoke yourself an enemy for no reason.

  Harry got his confession from Slughorn after drinking the fortune, and the process was much gentler.

  After handing over the secret, the old slug became suspicious. He always felt that others were talking about him behind his back. Would Slughorn regret his emotional mischief?

  Pomona returned to the tent like she hadn’t seen anything. She didn’t feel hungry or in the mood to cook, so she stopped preparing dinner.

  Now she really hopes that the meditation basin can appear in front of her eyes, so that she can learn the same as Albus, taking the memory out of her mind, and then placing it in the basin.

  In past Easter, the protagonist was usually an egg, although she could also prepare a luxurious dinner for Easter.

  At this moment, she suddenly remembered, and took out a small box of Keli Beach Wizard Bear Biscuit from her pocket. This is a snack often eaten by wizard children.

She made another bit of raspberry jam and dipped it with bear biscuits and chewed it together. Probably after she had eaten the whole box of biscuits almost, Severus came back, and the darkness on his body was more intense, and it looked like Bathed in black flames.

   "Would you like some?" Pomona generously distributed the bear biscuits to him.

  He kept staring at her, his eyes were very tangled, like she was wearing a mask, and he was discerning who the person under the mask was.

   "I forgot what our secret code is." She tried to recall that she seemed to have agreed with him to determine who she was in the future and to say a secret code that only they knew.

   "We must go down." Severus said, "The monster was killed, but it still has parents. Its mother is a poisonous leopard. She fled to the other side of the Alps in the melee."

   "Geneva?"

   "That's right."

   "Where is its father?"

   "The five-legged monster is still inside. Just now the drunk and his brother thought there was nothing dangerous inside."

   "Where is his brother?"

   "The monster's belly has become dung decades ago." Severus said coldly. "That drunk always wanted to avenge him."

   "So, the people in the village are guard against five-legged monsters?"

"Hundreds of years have passed, and it is very old, otherwise the drunk would not run out." He took out a bottle of Fire Whiskey, poured it into the glass, and drank it in one gulp. "The trouble is underneath. Labyrinth."

   "What's the trick?" she asked listlessly.

  "Remember the specimens we saw in Padua? Among them are the faces of freaks."

   "Of course I remember."

  "Someone peeled off the human face and made a specimen and hung it on the wall of the maze. The drunkard roughly estimated that there were at least hundreds of them."

  Pomona was so scared that she hiccuped.

   "When the dark wizard who originally occupied this area died, the original villagers ran away, and the current villagers migrated later." Severus poured himself another glass of wine, and then drank another mouthful.

  "Why are they migrating here?" Pomona asked.

   "In the beginning it was for treasure, now it has become a healer's village."

  "Are they really therapists?"

  "Who knows? The hypocritical person looked like a good person before he took off his mask."

  　Ridikulus

  (End of this chapter)