MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2766 Tome and Scroll (Part 1)

  Chapter 2766 Tome and Scroll (Part 1)

  Pomona made apple crumble.

  In fact, there is no milk in it, but "a lot" of butter, although it is a bit greasy, it smells sweet and attractive.

  Bringing a picnic basket, she came to an ancient bookstore in Hogsmeade. Sirius often went there recently, not even going to Zuko, which he and James loved to go to.

   "Welcome." The shopkeeper said listlessly, his highly myopic eyes resembled the compound eyes of a dragonfly.

  Pomona did not stay on the first floor, but went directly to the second floor, where Sirius had a small room, and he was concentrating on researching information.

  She didn't bother him, and sat down in the corner with her picnic basket in her arms.

  He is designing a special map. It is said that because the entire magic school is built with ancient magic, he wants to find clues. But the entire school library, even the restricted section, has no literature, so he needs to come outside the school.

  Many people have seen Sirius playing Quidditch, Sirius who was rebellious and contradicting Filch, but few people have seen Sirius reading a book.

   But no matter how beautiful the face is, it will be tiring to look at it for a long time. Pomona couldn't help but yawned.

   "When did you come?" Sirius asked.

  She quickly covered her mouth, hoping that he didn't see her "roaring dragon" just now.

   Sirius smiled.

   "What did you prepare, it smells so good."

   As he spoke, he ran to her and lifted the picnic basket.

   "Apple crumble," Pomona said.

  He didn't really care what she said, chewing on it.

   "How's Cha?" Pomona asked.

   "Here you are." Sirius handed her a pile of old books, then took the remaining souffle and continued to search for information.

  Pomona looked at the dirty parchment and felt the need to remind him not to eat while reading.

But Sirius thinks that his mother Walburga is always "telling him" at home, and she doesn't want to go home at all. She even went to Scamander's house for summer vacation and bought a hippocampus with wings beast.

  In order not to make people feel annoying, Pomona didn't say anything, and picked up the information and started to read it.

This is a big tome about vampires. In the 15th century, there was a French aristocrat named de Rice who was once Joan's comrade-in-arms. John of Lancaster fought, was commended, and made Marshal of France. But after Joan was captured and burned to death, he retreated back to the territory and began to study alchemy. He hoped to use blood to create the "Philosophy's Stone", tortured about 300 children to death, and was later executed. Burned at the stake.

  His territory is in the west of France, where there is a castle of Champtonsay on the Loire River, and two French wizards went to investigate:

We were intoxicated by the magnificent scenery along the way, although the sky was gray, the slopes in front of us were covered with lush forests, and the steep hills could be seen in the distance, with clusters of green trees and farmhouses covering each other, and flowers blooming everywhere apple tree.

People call this area "the middle ground", the post road winds in between the mountain roads, I don't understand why I have to go in such a hurry, although this road should be smooth in summer, but now the road condition is bad, I am very worried Regret eating the same bacon and beef cubes as the London roast cat at noon.

  The coachman leaned forward and let the carriage continue to gallop. When we walked on the white gravel road, the only light came from the lights of our carriage, and the front was pitch black. The branches arched over our heads, and we seemed to be walking through a tunnel, and I saw many wolves, their eyes gleaming in the dark.

  The horses seemed to be frightened, and they jumped up and down trying to break free from the reins. The coachman tried his best to keep them from jumping around. After a while, the horses calmed down, and the wolves disappeared.

  Mr. Mithias told me not to worry, Muggle ghosts are not scary, and only Rice is the one we need to worry about, but this didn't have any consoling effect.

  Suddenly I saw a cluster of blue flames flickering faintly on the left side of the road, and the coachman also saw it, and he stopped the horse immediately.

  When she saw this, Pomona felt itchy on the back of her hands, and when she turned the book over, her hairs stood on end.

"ah!!"

  She jumped up, screaming like she was dying.

  Sirius immediately came over to investigate, and he quickly found the black spider on her arm. He bravely grabbed her hand, slapped the spider to the ground, and crushed it to death.

   "I thought it was something." Sirius complained, "It turned out to be a 'bookworm'."

  Pomona was about to cry, although she wasn't afraid of spiders.

   "What happened?" The boss heard the scream and came up to investigate.

   "Don't worry, nothing happened." Sirius said indifferently, then looked at Pomona again "Are you okay?"

   "I'm fine." She twitched.

   "There may be curses in these books, be careful, I'm not responsible," said the boss, and left.

   "Be careful, Sirius," said Pomona, levitating the old book with his wand, and turning the pages, never touching it again.

   "What are you looking at?" Sirius asked.

  She was going to say she was a vampire, that's what the book description said.

   "A dark wizard." Pomona said, "similar to the dark wizard of Azkaban, but instead of Muggle sailors, he uses children."

   "He's making dementors too?" Sirius asked.

   "He wanted to make the Philosopher's Stone." Pomona looked at the book and said, "but I think he might have made other monsters too."

   "What monster?" Sirius asked.

   "I'm watching," Pomona replied.

   "Call me if you find anything." Sirius said, and then went back to check the information.

  Pomona turned his gaze to the book.

  The coachman drew a cross on his chest and took out his rosary. After murmuring for a while, he yelled at the horse, intending to turn around.

   Of course we can't turn around, Mr. Mitiash told the coachman to stop his behavior immediately. But the coachman said he would rather abandon the car and leave than move on.

  Mr. Mitias opened the car door, took out his wand, and went to check the "wild-wisps". A dog barked from a farmhouse far ahead of the road, and the temperature became colder and colder, and soon everything around us was white, made of fog.

  Mr. Mithias used the defensive spell, which formed a spherical shield in the fog and approached the fire.

   That fire was so weak that it couldn't even light the place around it. At this time, a strange hallucination suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Mr. Mitiash became transparent, and I could even see flickering flames through his body.

   This scene is too bizarre, I think it must be a mistake, maybe it is an illusion caused by visual fatigue from long-term exposure in the dark.

Then the moonlight broke through the dark clouds and peeked out from between the branches, the wolves started howling, the horses struggled more violently than before, I think I saw the blue flame turn red at the same time, and I also saw He saw a huge red monster that looked like a wolf, with white fangs, a long tongue, and strong limbs.

  I was so frightened that I nearly collapsed, yelled and slammed on the car door, trying to remind Mr. Mitiash. The driver was the first to react. He slammed his whip, shouted loudly, turned a 180-degree turn, and drove towards the direction we came from.

  After they disappeared into the night, I felt a strange chill, followed by a terrible silence, and I thought I should go back to rescue Mr. Mitiash.

   But fear made me dare not speak or move. The rolling dark clouds covered the moon again. We walked in the dark, and time seemed to have frozen.

When we came to the "middle ground", the carriage stopped once, and I opened the door, and the apple tree blossoms fell with the wind and landed on the grassland. Not far away were rolling hills, which looked like It's a creeping hound.

  At this time we met a few villagers, even ordinary farmers, their carts were equipped with spears.

   "The dogs here are very fierce." The farmer driving the cart said jokingly, "Will you come with us?"

   "No." I said "We're going back."

   "Okay." The coachman handed me the whip, and then he turned and got into the peasant's carriage.

   I realized I couldn't go alone, I had to contact the council as soon as possible and report this to them for support.

   We need to recruit more people, the more the better.

   "Find useful information?" Sirius asked.

   "No." Pomona tossed the tome aside and flipped through the next "just a horror story."

  (end of this chapter)