Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 2614 partake (six)

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   Chapter 2614 partake (six)

  When Harry and Sirius were attacked by dementors at the lake, first the wind picked up, and then the temperature dropped dramatically.

   Even if there are ghosts and ghosts, you still have to follow the rules of "physics". When cold air hits, the hot air will rise, the cold air will fill the space, and then the wind will be formed.

   "Merlin's beard, look who I met."

   said in a loud voice, Fei Liwei, who was chatting, looked over, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

   "It's rare, Filius, you actually leave school," said the visitor.

   "I run into you all the time at parties, Wimper, how would I run into you if I didn't leave school?" said Filivie.

   "You must be Professor Sprout." Wimper squeezed Pomona's hand tightly. "Nice to meet you."

   It was indeed not the first time they had met, but it was the first time to say hello, and Pomona smiled politely, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Wimple."

   "What did we miss?" said Amos Diggory, next to Cedric, who had just been "rescued".

   "This is Gilbert Wimple of the Experimental Spells Committee." Pomona introduced.

   "And you are?" said Wimple, looking at Cedric.

   "This is my son, Cedric," said Amos Diggory proudly.

   Wimple quickly lost interest in Cedric in Hufflepuff's robe, and looked at the Ravenclaw Headmaster again.

   "I'm expecting your signature, Filius."

   Feiliwei did not make a sound.

   "Sign what?" asked the screenwriter from Broadway in the United States.

   "Regarding the control of weather spells, misuse of it will affect the weather," Gilbert said.

   "How many days will it not rain in the UK?" Feliwei sarcastically "will the sunshine get longer without using the atmospheric spell?"

   "I heard that a student was injured during this year's Quidditch match with Harry Potter," Gilbert said. "It was windy, rainy and thunderous that day."

   "The person you're talking about is me, sir, but I think the dementors have a bigger impact than the weather spell." Cedric said immediately, "My goggles are still frozen because of it."

   "You didn't mention it to me." Amos looked at Cedric worriedly.

   "It's just the weather, I don't think I'll be cold enough to fall to the ground, mainly when the dementors get close to me..."

   "Enough, Cedric." Pomona said, looking at Wimple. "That's a bummer, don't you think?"

   "I saw other friends, excuse me." Wimper said with a smile, left them, and walked towards the next "target".

The   Experimental Charms Committee aims to prevent wizards from randomly experimenting with spells, causing unintended consequences, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, even incurable in St. Mungo's, and worse, immediate death.

   This kind of "accident" often occurs in Ravenclaw, and spells have always been their strong point.

   "Are you struck by lightning? Or attacked by a dementor?" The Wizards Broadway screenwriter interviewed Cedric.

   "No, no, sir." Cedric said. "It's late Dad, let's go."

   "Yes, please forgive me, I have to go to work tomorrow." Amos said to the crowd.

   "Let's go back too, Filius, I'm tired," Pomona said.

   "Let's talk next time." Fei Liwei said to the screenwriter, and the four left the social event together.

   When he was outside the venue, breathing the fresh air of the night, Pomona felt that he was no longer dizzy.

   She looked at the starry sky in the summer night, maybe the "curse" just now came true, and a dark cloud floated over, covering the stars in the sky like a veil.

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   "Rumble"

  Muffled thunder sounded in the distance, and Pomona looked out from the glass of the greenhouse. The sky in the distance was covered with dark clouds, as if it was going to rain. No wonder she felt so hot.

   Many plants in the greenhouse provide sweet sap. She picked some knotgrass, put it in syrup, added some ice cubes, and planned to serve it as a drink for guests.

   When she returned to her previous office, Severus was staring at Phoenix Fox, who was parked in a tree, as if petrified.

   "Come and drink," she said enthusiastically.

   "Why did the headmaster lend you his pet?" Severus said appreciatively.

   "I'm practicing a kind of magic," Pomona said. "Don't ask what magic it is, I won't tell you."

   "Can I know why?" He turned his gaze in a different direction.

   "It's about the fairness of the game." She stammered and drank a sip of iced Nottgrass honey water. Although the taste was not as good as Three Broomsticks' Nottgrass Mead, it was good as a non-alcoholic drink.

   Snape came over at this time, maybe the black clothes really absorbed the heat, and he was radiating heat.

   "Don't just stare at it, drink it." She urged, not knowing why he was stunned, he kept staring at the cup.

   "It's going to rain." He lengthened his tone. "And it's still raining heavily, you don't plan to go back to the castle?"

   "These are not ordinary glass, and they won't shatter even if a hailstorm hits them." Pomona said with a smile.

   "Don't you feel hot? I know there is a cool place," he said.

  Pomona thought of Slytherin's cellar, which was really "cool" where there was no sunlight all day long.

   "Would you like to see the skin of the African tree snake." He said like a bargaining chip, "You know that snakes shed their skins."

   "When I finish drinking this..."

   "It's going to rain, let's take advantage of it now, let's go." He suddenly said with great air, grabbed her hand, and took her away from the greenhouse.

   "Wait a minute!" She hurriedly grabbed her wand and flannel bag, and was dragged out of the greenhouse by him.

When    walked to a slope, Pomona looked at the tents on the Quidditch pitch, worried that they might collapse in the torrential rain.

   But she only worried for two seconds before being dragged towards the castle again.

   His steps were so fast and hastily that she had to trot to keep up, and it didn't take long for them to come to the cellar, and he took her to the private storage room next to the potions room.

  This small room is very different from 10 years ago. The original cabinet can no longer accommodate his "collection". The wooden partition reaches the ceiling, and a small ladder is needed to climb up to get it.

   The room was really cool, mainly because there were "vents" under their feet, gusts of cold wind blew up from the manhole cover-like pedals, and one or two fireflies were flying.

   The little green light they emit gives a little light to this dark place, no need for fluorescent flickering.

   She looked at the green light flickering in his eyes. She didn't know if it was due to the wind blowing cold, or for some other reason, and her back felt cold.

   "Is it cool?" he asked.

  Pomona nodded again and again.

   "Is it cold?" he asked again.

   She shook her head again and again, "That's good."

   Then he raised his arm and took down a glass jar from the shelf behind her, she had to take a half step back in order to make it easier for him to take it.

   "This is the African tree snake skin." He put the jar of snake skin full of debris in front of her. "Let's experiment, Slytherin's Parseltongue doesn't work on it."

   "How to experiment?" she asked stupidly.

   "How about just doing what you and Albus did?"

   She suspected that he would poison her.

   "Don't trust him that much." Snape whispered in her ear. "You know what he's going to do to Lady Maxime for the sake of Nick Lemay's legacy."

   There was a hissing sound in the air, and she couldn't tell if it was the wind blowing from the gap under her feet.

   "I remember that the door to the firefly room used to be on the wall." She said softly, "How did it become under the feet?"

   "Because we're in the wizarding world." He teased, "You don't think all the secret passages in the castle are dug up, do you?"

   She raised her hand to beat him, but he grabbed her wrist.

   For a moment, she thought he would turn into a fire snake.

   But the coldness around him cooled him down, and he put her hand on his heart.

   "I didn't lie to you." He said softly "Look, you can feel it."

   "You didn't lie to me?" There was a fog in her mind.

   "This room is very cool," he said after a long time.

   He was right, but she still felt a little disappointed.

   Then she heard the sound of rain outside, and the sound she heard from the bottom of the lake was very different from what she usually heard.

   "What perfume are you wearing?" Severus asked again in her ear, this time she could hear his breathing.

   "Too sweet," he said in a voice that could be described as horror, like she was a cookie.

   She stiffened and did not dare to move, and let him continue to smell the perfume on her body until he sucked it dry.

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   There is a legend that dementors **** the magic of wizards and turn them into squibs.

  Georgianna looked at the bracelets in her hands, they reminded her of the shackles that the Purifiers used to put on her, which she finally broke free with an Animagus transformation.

   She didn't know what it was, she just remembered Albus's famous saying: It is always easier to forgive others' mistakes than to be right.

   He was right again, he was always right.

   That's why people feel annoyed.

   (end of this chapter)

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