MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 31 Kassandra's Prophecy

  Chapter 31 Kassandra's Prophecy

   "The **** tree refuses to believe that he is an adult." The dirt-covered Pete leaned against the railing, drinking water and talking to Pomona, "It thinks it can grow taller."

  Saplings will grow longitudinally during the development stage, and then grow horizontal roots after they have developed to a certain stage. You can know by carefully observing the sprouts.

  Generally speaking, the longer the vertical roots, the taller the tree will be. Only if the roots are deep enough, the crown and trunk on the ground will not bend.

   "Then dig a hole and let it grow."

   "Digging again? Do you want to break Hogwarts' defensive magic?" Pete knocked Pomona's forehead.

  "What should I do?"

  "You teach me, Professor Martin, oh, I almost forgot, Professor, what is the herbal medicine test for the fourth grade general wizarding test?"

   "Why don't you ask the seventh grade?"

  "I think you may not be able to make it through that time. I have a friend whose brother is going to take the exam this year. How about a favor?"

   "That's how your friends handed over?" Pomona hated this kind of cheating.

   Pete sneered, as if she thought she was naive.

  "Do you still have a girlfriend?" Pomona asked concerned. She could almost foresee Eddie Water's future love life, and Pete didn't look like a loser like him.

  Pitt took out the cigarette, and Pomona's mouth widened in surprise, "You actually smoke?"

   "I never smoke at home."

  Pomona felt that witnessing the Heart Drilling Charm might have affected herself, and she was so mad that she felt that Pete was so handsome now.

   "Smoking affects height." Pomona reminded Pete that she also found a solution to the problem, that is, to continue to prescribe the beating Willow, but a new problem has come, how can she persuade Pete not to smoke.

   "Where did you learn to smoke?"

   "How do you know I am smoking?"

  Pomona curled her lips, "Muggle stuff."

   "How do you think we take this opportunity to build a tunnel and go out? Then I can take you to Hogsmeade, otherwise I will wait for you in the third grade when I am in the seventh grade, and there will be no time to play with you."

   "Are you inviting me on a date?"

   "If other people know that I am dating a freshman, then I will never ask Angie for the rest of my life." Pete smiled and said his crush.

  Pomona suddenly wanted to grow up quickly.

"You have been reading here for so many years, and you don’t know the other way out?" Pomona wanted to treat him. After all, Pete’s friends helped her so much, but Hefpaff held banquets every day. The food was very good. Plenty, it is estimated that Hogsmeade's food will be shabby.

   "It's dangerous in school. Didn't Pringle talk about it on the first day of school?" Pete vomited a smoke ring. "Besides, I don't like night tours."

  Pomona thought for a while, and told Pete what she had encountered in the greenhouse before.

   "Now Slytherin is very aggressive, with Death Eaters mixed in. It is irrational for you to declare war with them in Quidditch."

   "Do you think I am a coward?"

"of course not?"

"What's there to say? For the glory of Hefpuff, cheer for Hefpuff, cheer for Hefpuff, shame for Hefpuff's shame, Bella Black moved our girl, how can we swallow? "

   "It will be very dangerous, very dangerous, I don't want to attend your funeral."

   "You just don't tell Dumbledore, and the professor, you're going to be late." Pete pointed to Ravenclaw's attic "You still have time to run."

Pomona thought that Pete was a pun and laughed at her for being a coward. Before leaving, he gave him a grimace. Pete was so childish that he made a grimace. She took back the foreword that she thought he was handsome before. He is still the one who drinks oatmeal. The big boy who has to spit in the film.

Cassandra Trelawney is a famous prophet. Unfortunately, after her, Trelawney rarely has anyone who can really predict. Her great-grandson even married a Muggle woman. Many people think that prophecy, Divination has lost its effect, just like Muggles.

  Now teaching at Hogwarts is Cassandra’s granddaughter Patricia, a lunatic who dresses herself as a gypsy woman. It is hard to believe that she is a Ravenclaw graduate.

  There are no chairs in her classroom, everyone is sitting on the carpet, and there are soft pillows everywhere on the floor. She also gives students a kind of gummies that look like a liar.

  Her class is even more boring than Bins's. In addition, after going to bed late, Pomona’s eyes grew darker and darker after half an hour, and then she fell asleep. She slept very well this time without a dream. Omar Trussie took a picture of her with his newly bought camera. She opened her mouth wide, and her saliva came out from the corners of her mouth, looking like a demented child. , Although Susan helped her **** the photo back, but her fame was ruined, and all the boys were making fun of her.

She now has the determination to cast Avadaso on Omar, but when her spell was spoken, her wand was aimed at him. In the end, let alone the green light, there was not even a spark. Omar was still alive and kicking. It turns out that the unforgivable curse is not so simple to cast. The death curse is the death curse, why it is called the unforgivable curse is simply unnecessary.

   "Don't be sad, Pomona." Mary came over to persuade her, "Boys are all fools."

  Wait when you are jealous of other girls for a fool and you will know who is more foolish.

With this gloomy mood, Pomona followed everyone to the magical animals class. This is the opposite of yesterday’s magic history. After this class, it’s lunch time. Many freshmen carry picnic baskets. , Seems to plan to have a picnic near the forbidden forest.

   "What class do we have in the afternoon?" After the unintelligible magical animals class, Pomona and her roommates had lunch on the grass. They were really nice, and they all remembered to bring her share.

   "Muggle studies and ancient magic texts." Jenny said as she drove the mosquito around her face.

   "I heard that your family seems to support Muggles." Mary put down the fish sandwich in her hand and looked at Jenny and said.

  "Not everyone, but a few cousins, such as Arthur, now he and Molly live in Shao."

  "Are they married?" Mary continued.

   "Of course, their son Bill was born last year, and I participated in his baptism."

  "Didn't you say that you are not with him?" Mary continued to ask.

  "He is my cousin. What does my participation in the baptism of my nephew have to do with politics?"

  Pomona chewed food with her eyes closed. This fish sandwich is so delicious.

   "Pomona, you were really in the limelight yesterday." Mary changed the subject and brought trouble to her. "I didn't know you were so powerful."

   "If you help me, I can find a way to let Professor Slughorn get rid of your potions homework."

   "Really?" The roommates all exclaimed.

   "Of course, as long as you help me sort out the greenhouse."

  The enthusiasm that the girls had just ignited was immediately extinguished. It seems that they would rather hand in the potion homework than take care of the greenhouse.

   Topic chatting, chatting, tugging and tugging, and finally it came to Patricia Trelawney who was in the divination class today.

   "I heard that her grandmother is a very powerful prophet, why does she seem to have no such skills?" Jenny said.

   "Maybe because she graduated from Crow Academy, she always has Crow's mouth." Mary said angrily.

   "I heard that Dumbledore was predicted by her when she was young." Susan took a sip of orange juice, pretending to be mysterious, "She also gave him a prophecy ball, saying that the secret will be revealed in a hundred years."

   "What's the secret?" the three asked together.

  Susan shrugged "How do I know this?"

  So this topic ends here, and everyone starts talking about new topics.

  As we all know, Dumbledore was born in 1844 and entered Hogwarts in 1855. A hundred years later, it will be at least 1955. In other words, will Cassandra’s predictions come to fruition in the near future?

   Pomona ate the pudding and thought, should she ask Dumbledore as a colleague what the prophecy was?

  (End of this chapter)