MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 28 Screaming House (Part 1)

  Chapter 28 The Screaming House (Part 1)

  On the second day of the new school year, Pomona woke up early in the morning and everyone else in the dormitory had already gone to class. There was an extra plate beside her bed with soft bread and blueberry jam on it.

  Hefpuff never has to worry about not eating. Although I don’t know who left it for her, Pomona is still grateful because she didn’t eat dinner last night, and now she is hungry.

There are still two days before the full moon night. She must find a way to dig the tunnel to the outside of the school. She must do it at night in order to conceal others. The lack of sleep may last until Sunday. She estimates that by that time she can even use it." "Haggard face" is bad enough.

  After regaining consciousness, Wilmina’s words kept coming to Pomona’s mind.

  Will it be like that? Her father was possessed by the mother's demon, so he abandoned his daughter?

  She is confused by that kind of feeling, how can anyone lose control to such a point? Lupin once said that there are monsters in the world that are more terrifying than ghosts. Pomona believes that he is talking about werewolves, and he is also a werewolf. He suffers not only physically, but also psychologically. This created his precocious character.

  He is like the willow that gave birth to the beating willow, he has not enjoyed his childhood, he has entered adulthood directly. And those unsuspecting classmates are like clay that is not suitable for its growth, and they are about to torment Remus Lupin crazy.

  The werewolf likes to bite people very much, but he must control his desire to bite, not to hurt the flesh and blood that is delicious in his eyes, and turn them into his own kind.

  Veeva’s nature is to seduce humans. She has always wanted to fall in love with a certain heterosexual. Perhaps this is not her true intention. In Muggle terms, this is instinct, just like fish migrating.

If Dumbledore wants her to restrain her desires, that old hat should assign her to Ravenclaw, as a witch who will never marry in pursuit of knowledge and strength, but it has assigned her to love and do nothing. Dreaming of Hefpuff, just like Lupin, the werewolf who was assigned to the hateful Gryffindor, were they played by Dumbledore or did their destiny be arranged like this?

She took out her wand, which was the one she bought in Ollivander. Ollivander is one of the sacred twenty-eight surnames. Like Jeanne Weasley, she is a family of pure-blood wizards and a famous figure in the magic world. , Who would have thought that Jenny, who speaks softly and has no sense of existence, might be admired by the Lord of Darkness.

Not all pure-blood families will enter Slytherin. Some people may not believe that Hefpaff has the most pure-blood aristocrats, more than Slytherin, because Hefpaff has a large number of people, and Slytherin still There are a lot of mixed blood, and if you remove them from the already scarce number, Slytherin's pure blood number is not as high as Hefpaff.

  The ancient family, the sacred bloodline, sounds so exciting, but the reality is that the pure blood is getting scarce, and the Longbottom family has no heirs.

Slughorn elected to replace Dumbledore as Hogwarts Executive Minister Buddy Crouch, the oldest family of pure-blood wizards, and one of the twenty-eight holy families. His personal strength is not as good as Abu. Si Dumbledore, but how could the strength of his family be comparable to the little-known surname of Dumbledore.

Batty Crouch is an upright person. He has tried justice in several cases between wizards and other races. He is respected by fairies and other races. He is good at multiple languages. When the principal of Hogwarts not only has to deal with the school, he must also deal with The surrounding races get along.

Slughorn’s recommendation of Buddy Crouch is actually not particularly partial to pure blood, but once Buddy Crouch becomes the principal, the situation of Muggle students at school will be even worse, and they may not even be eligible for admission. Strange abilities are afraid to be used in Muggles, just because they are afraid that they will be treated as strange and freaks.

  Of course you don’t have to worry about these things as an ordinary student, you just need to enjoy learning and having fun. After you become a professor, you must have your own standpoint. On the surface, it is the principal’s job at Hogwarts to hire professors, but the Ministry of Magic has its own tricks. They can send people to the school to intervene in the name of educational evaluation, and even expel certain teachers they think is inappropriate. As we all know, this It's a way to exclude dissidents. Now Pomona is considered by Dean Slytherin to be Dumbledore's person, and she happens to be only eleven years old. Who would believe that an eleven-year-old child can be a professor?

  She is under a lot of pressure. Believe it or not, pressure can make people grow, but excessive pressure can cause people to collapse. She finds a way to help her. She can't keep crying in Pete's arms.

   "Can you hear me?"

  As soon as she opened the quilt and sat up, a man’s voice came from behind her. She looked back, and there was nothing there.

The sight was really terrifying. Pomona felt that the goose bumps were all up, but besides that, she also felt a kind of sorrow that made her body weak. There was a warm touch around her neck, like someone was in her neck. Breathe inside.

   "Who is where?"

  She stepped barefoot on the carpet and looked around. With a soft "pop", a house elf appeared in the corner.

   "What are you doing here?"

  "Professor Grapland asked Honey to wake up Miss at nine, or you would be late for the second class." The elf cowered.

   "Honey?" Pomona thinks its name is very interesting. She once said to Lily that food makes people feel happy, maybe she should correct it, sweets will make people happy.

   "Yes, miss, that's my name." Honey's big watery eyes opened, and her hands were disturbed to stir her fingers.

"Can you get some chocolate?" Pomona jumped onto the bed. If she was at home, Mrs. Sprout would not allow her to eat chocolate early in the morning, but she is now in Hogg. Woz, who can stop her from using chocolate for breakfast.

"Come soon, miss." Honey snapped her fingers and disappeared. Pomona took advantage of this time to wash herself. When she came out of the bathroom, there was not only bread jam but also a large plate of chocolate on the bedside. It's just that the honey is gone again.

The habit of getting up early for a long time didn’t make her really sleep until nine o’clock. At this time, it was too late to go to the black magic art class, and it was a little earlier to go to the second divination class. She thought about it, anyway, she has to accept the greenhouse. So I planned to go there and have a look.

  When she stepped out of the cave, she found that the sun was shining outside the house, which was nothing like yesterday's rainy weather. It is a pity that there are no flying lessons in the four academies today. Such a good weather was wasted in vain.

She chewed chocolate and walked leisurely between the winding corridors of Hogwarts. Everything here has remained the same for many years. The speed of time passing seems to have slowed down here. Only the occasional leaking water pipe keeps repeating the statement that it is already a very The old school.

She had an inexplicable fear of the pool of water on the corridor, and carefully walked around with her feet on her feet. At this time, she heard the salsa sound like a snake. In fear, she closed her eyes and ran away. She stopped slowly until she couldn't hear the sound, and then opened her eyes. As a result, she actually ran to the greenhouse.

  She hadn't been here, but she felt that this place was as familiar as she had been here thousands of times, but it looked different from what she was familiar with, and it was too old.

  She opened the old door, the handle on it was still Hefpaff’s badger, and the sight that appeared inside shocked her.

  I don’t know how many years I haven’t really taken care of it carefully. The plants here look weak, and a lot of weeds have mixed in, which is many times messier than the tropical rain forest in the girls’ lounge.

"Oh, poor little guy." Pomona stroked the leaves on the Mandela grass soil. It looked small and yellow, and it was malnourished. She quickly found the earmuffs from the preparation room and took it After wearing it, the mandela grass was pulled out suddenly. Its human-shaped rhizome was just like a premature baby. It was small and thin, and it was weak in crying.

The cry of the mandela grass can wake up people who have been petrified by the basilisk, and it can also kill people, but there is a premise that it must cry vigorously, and the mandela grass in her hand Let alone the crying, Pomona doubted whether she needed earmuffs.

  She looked around this messy greenhouse again, and it seemed that she had a lot to do.

  (End of this chapter)