MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 29 Screaming House (Part 2)

  Chapter 29 The Screaming House (Part 2)

   "Past!"

Just as Pomona put the mandela back in the flowerpot and took off her earmuffs, she heard someone outside the greenhouse say that she looked out from the dusty window that hadn’t been scrubbed for many years, and two adult wizards, carrying Two Slytherin students, accompanied by a house elf, were walking here.

  After Hogwarts closed the school gate, outsiders were not allowed to enter without the permission of the principal, not to mention that the two adult wizards were not good at first sight.

Out of Badger’s instinct, Pomona believed that it was not a good thing to go out at this time. She hid in the preparation room in a hurry. The moment she closed the door, the door of the greenhouse opened, and the house elf staggered. He was pushed in, and then the four wizards all came in. They closed the door tightly and closed all the windows.

Pomona smelled the rancid smell again, just like she smelled in Mrs. Morkin's clothing store that day. She resisted the nausea and looked through the cracks in the door to see what the people inside were doing. After all the windows were closed, she was tall. The man walked in front of the two Slytherin boys and said with a sigh of relief, "Look, I'm satisfied, it's far from the castle, no one will hear it."

  The two Slytherin boys were still anxious. At this time, another shorter man said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a house elf. You won’t get into trouble.”

  "How is that possible?" The slightly fatter student said nervously, "If there is one less person, someone will find it."

   "Human? It's not human at all." The tall man was full of disgust. "The house-bred little ghost and elves are born inferior. Who will make the pure-blooded nobles liable for it?"

  "Take out the wand." The short man took out his wand and said to the two, "Hurry up."

  The two Slytherin boys hesitated and took out their wands.

"Let these two little guys have a long experience, Evan." The tall man walked aside and sat on a table. The short one called Evan walked into the middle of the aisle, grinning and looking at the shivering housekeeper. Elf.

   "Heart-piercing!" A green light flew out of his wand and directly hit the house elf, which immediately screamed in pain.

   "Look, that's how the Unforgivable Curse is used." Evan turned his head and said to the two Slytherin boys, "Which of you two will come first?"

  The two looked at each other, and in the end the fatter boy stood in front and pointed his magic wand at the house elf.

   "Cut your heart!"

  He yelled, and the elf subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his face, but the Slytherin boy’s wand did not emit a green light.

   "No!" The man sitting at the table shouted, "Using the Unforgivable Curse requires determination. You were still hesitating just now!"

   "I don't have one!" The boy said quickly.

   "Follow me!" Evan walked up to the fat boy and raised his wand again, "Drill your heart!"

  A green light hit the house elf again, and this time it rolled around with pain.

  Pomona now understands what they are doing. The two adults are using the house elves as practice objects to teach the two minors the unforgivable spell.

They are indifferent to life and enjoy the pleasure of torturing others. Although the house elves are not humans, if the two teenagers do so, evil will take root and sprout in their hearts like seeds, and a new generation of villains will be born. .

The fat boy was still hesitating, but the thinner boy was already eager to try. He took out his wand and used it at the house-elf with a heart-wrenching effect. A small green light hit it, and the elf only screamed. .

   "Yes, that's it. Make your determination a little firmer." Evan exclaimed, "You are not playing around. If you really want to serve the Dark Lord, you must go all out."

  They are Death Eaters.

  Pomona's body is stiff, how come there is a Death Eater mixed school?

   "Learn Avery well, Murseber." The man sitting at the table said to the two of them, "Your father would cry if he knew you were so useless."

  Murseber wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed his wand at the house elf.

   "Please, little master." The elf said weakly, "Robby can't stand it."

  However, in the face of its pleading, the Slytherin boy still responded with the Unforgivable Curse.

Pomona doesn’t know how many times a person can withstand this kind of damage. The house elves are stronger than humans, but their servility makes them empty but they dare not resist. Following the unforgivable curse cast on him by two little Death Eaters More and more, its wailing and screaming became lower and lower, corresponding to the expressions on the faces of the two teenagers.

  They become crazy and evil, and they have nothing to do with elegance.

  Pomona remembered Pete’s reminder that Hefpaff had to stay away from Slytherin, especially after this year's Quidditch game, the boys' actions were almost equivalent to declaring war on Slytherin. Morseber and Every didn't dare to take Pomona's behavior, but it was not unusual for the two adults to torture her. She bet they must have tortured Muggle adults.

Calling the gods to protect requires happy memories, and the unforgivable curse requires the determination to hurt people. People who maintain this evil idea will become more and more evil. They don’t feel any pain, and hope that their conscience finds that doing something good or confession is impossible.

  When wizards oppress other races because of their strength, have you ever thought that other races will one day resist and step on the once powerful men?

The goblins rebelled in the seventeenth century. That was what Professor Bins said yesterday. They used Hogsmeade’s tavern as their headquarters. Although Bins did not explain the detailed process, the result is obvious, Gu Ling Ge is now under the control of the fairy.

  If you want to negotiate a peace, you have to make conditions. The wizards’ money is now controlled by the elves. How can the wizards and nobles survive without money?

You have to fight for power on your own. This is why the status of the fairies in the magical world is higher than that of other races. The horses are also the same. The wizards call them savages but dare not touch them. At least they will not keep up with the housekeeper on the ground. Like the elf.

  Food is not happiness, but strength is happiness. For the first time in her life, Pomona hopes that she has strength.

A thousand years ago, it was Helga Hefpaff who brought the house elves to Hogwarts, and gave the magical creatures who were persecuted in the war a place to stay. A thousand years later, Pomona was sorted hat After being assigned to Hefpuff Academy, a Hefpuff should keep a low profile, but we are badgers and we have to show our teeth when necessary, and Hefpuff has to do the right thing because it is correct.

  Pomona put on the earmuffs, took out the magic wand, and pointed it at the mandela flowerpot opposite.

Professor Feliviy told her that when she casts a spell, she must wield a magic wand, spell spells and focus, but now she is in a small space, can’t wield a magic wand, and she doesn’t dare to chant the spell loudly. There are four people on the other side. When exposed, not only can't save the house elf, but she will also suffer bad luck.

  The **** of magic, please let me succeed.

  Pomona prayed in her heart, and whispered the mantra that Hefpaff seniors repeated countless times last night, "Frequent."

She aimed at the flowerpot, but in the end she missed it a bit and hit the table. With a crackling sound, one of the legs of the table broke, and the rotten wood could not bear the weight of an adult. It broke directly, and immediately after the flowerpots on the table fell to the ground, a dozen pots of Mandela grass began to cry together.

"Oh, damn! Cover your ears!" The Death Eaters exclaimed. If it is healthy mandela, one pot can kill them, but unfortunately they are malnourished now, and they cry together with a dozen pots. Can escape.

  After they all fled, Pomona ran out of her hiding place and picked up the house elf. It was extremely light and scrawny, but it was they who prepared the luxurious banquet at Hogwarts.

   "Wake up." Pomona patted its face. The elf was still able to move, but it rolled its eyes and looked extremely weak.

  So Pomona hid it in her robe and rushed to the infirmary holding it.

  (End of this chapter)