Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 3 Death Eater

  Chapter 3 Death Eaters

  If there is any advantage of the father that Pomona has never met, it is that he is very rich and very generous. It seems that he is using this way to make up for his negligence as a father and husband.

Mrs. Sprout rented her an underground vault in Gringotts when she was young. In addition to Jin Jialong there are many silver bars, which is why Pomona likes Hefpuff Mrs. Sprout never thought of making a fortune while she was young and ignorant.

In her words, gold can’t fill up her stomach. She planted a lot of crops in the river valley and raised a lot of chickens. She was born in Muggle and experienced the First World War. During the Second World War, almost all of her relatives were lost. Contacted.

The **** battlefield looks tragic, but the civilians are more injured by the war. Mrs. Sprout’s food is not to satisfy the appetite, but to cherish the food, because the delicious food people don’t Willing to waste, people will hate and reject it when it tastes terrible, especially when it doesn't look delicious, even if it is very delicious, it will be kept until the end.

  The young woman coming out of the back hall is very beautiful. She has long smooth black hair and sparkling eyes, fair skin without any blemishes, sculpture-like three-dimensional features, and a graceful figure. It's just that her look is very arrogant, and her body is filled with a temperament that is different from that of Mrs. Sprout. If Mrs. Sprout is reminiscent of sunny valleys full of flowers and tables full of food, then this beautiful girl in front of her is reminiscent of a dark and humid cellar.

  In the animal world, the snake’s natural enemy is the badger, but this is the magical world. Hefpaff’s students just want to see the natural enemy when they see Slytherin, and Pomona’s hair is about to explode.

"I thought it was a freshman who hadn't enrolled yet." The black-haired girl pierced her waist and looked at Pomona with a scornful smile. Even with such a poorly educated posture, she still looks beautiful and exudes all over her body. With an unruly wild temperament, "Dare to report your name, little guy? I swear I will take good care of you after school starts."

At this moment, Pomona remembered Pete’s words, "Don’t talk to anyone." If a Hufpaff wants to spend seven years at Hogwarts in peace and security, he must first remember one thing, that is, stay away from Slater. Lin, at this moment, Pomona feels like a little badger falling into a snake's nest. She regrets that she has acted so high-profile just now.

  Just as Pomona was about to cry out in a hurry, the dark-haired girl seemed to realize something suddenly, scanned the store quickly, and then began to curse "Damn! Sirius Black! Where are you!"

   "He went out with the Potter boy." A kind man said, "They just left."

  The black-haired girl was angry and rushed out like a black whirlwind, then turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.

Pomona knew that it was definitely not Apparition, because she did not hear the explosion of "Papa". After the girl disappeared, the discussion among customers became more enthusiastic, and because they lowered their voice, it sounded like Mosquitoes in summer.

   "That's Bella from the Black family. I heard that she has become a Slytherin female prefect and a Death Eater this year."

   "She is still a student."

   "When the Dark Lord was studying, he had already swept a bunch of desperate obediencers in the castle. As long as he was loyal to him, age is not a problem."

   "Mom, what does Death Eater mean?"

  "Stop talking, my dear."

  A pair of young mothers and sons who didn't want to get into trouble left the robe shop, and then several others left one after another. Mrs. Morkin looked gloomy, but she still took Pomona to the back hall to measure her size.

  In order to block the sight of others, a thick curtain was drawn in the back hall, and because there were no windows, the taste left by a guest in front was completely preserved. In addition to the perfume smell on Bella's body just now, Pomona also smelled a rotten smell, which was different from the smell of rotting leaves in the forest, and more like dead mice and rotten flesh.

  "Did you smell that smell?" Pomona asked Mrs. Morkin, covering her nose.

   "What smell?"

   "It seems...something is dead inside."

"My dear lady, my shop has only been open for a week. How can you say that?" The kind Mrs. Morkin looked like she was going to lose her temper. "Maybe our taste in England is not suitable for fashionable French people like you. There is also a robe shop opened by a French wizard in Corner Alley. You can go there and see.

  Mrs. Morkin pushed her out as she spoke, seemingly unwilling to serve her.

"Veeva bastard." When the clinking door closed behind her, she heard someone say. Only then did she remember what Mrs. Sprout said before she left. She really should have done something on her face. A little magic.

  She was so bored that she returned to the door of Lihen Bookstore. Shopping was a pleasant experience, but now she is in a terrible mood, and I don’t know if this will affect her choice of magic wand.

   "Hey, dear, do you want to divination?"

   At this moment, a slumped witch approached, and she tried to show a friendly smile to Pomona, but it made it even more unkind.

   "No need," she said warily.

   "Then, buy an amulet. It's just a small amount of money for you, but it can keep you safe." The witch said that she was going to pull her sleeve, which happened to be the arm where she carried the purse.

   "You go away." Pomona screamed.

"Don't be shy, come and follow me, there is something better than these in my house." Seeing that someone around was starting to look at this side, the witch simply grabbed Pomona's wrist and tried to drag her into the little girl behind the bookstore. Alley.

   "No! Let go of me!"

"Don't touch her." At the very moment, Pete appeared. The witch didn't want to let go, but when she saw the wand in Pete's hand, she finally had to give up, until the witch's back disappeared into the darkness. Mona's heart beat again.

   "Are you okay?" Pete looked at her worriedly.

   "It's okay..." Pomona's tears rolled in her eyes, but she tried her best not to fall out. There are really many bad people in this world.

   "Why did you run back? The clothes were bought so soon?"

All women in this world love to shop. Even a busy person like Pete’s mother who works in St. Mungo can think of shopping as fun. Shopping for a whole day is not tiring. It is common for Pete to go shopping with her, Pomona. I don't know how to explain to him.

"Cai is not white, idiot." A strange voice rang beside Pomona, and saw a young boy with a gloomy face walking past them, his mouth with a mocking smile, and his black hair was greasy. He was too tired to stick to his scalp, and his body was filled with a bitter medicinal smell, which looked like a bad potion, or some kind of dish that failed to cook, which made people disgusting.

   "Two minors who cannot use magic outside the school carry so much money, why don't you go back to your cave?"

   Badgers will hide in their dens-caves located underground if they are in danger, but no one will feel that their home is likened to a cave to be a happy thing.

  Even though she knew that the boy in front of her was reminding them that they had been targeted by bad guys, and persuading them to go home early, Pomona still felt very depressed.

  Freaks.

  This is Pomona’s first impression of him. Just like his image of her is an idiot, it’s really bad and it can’t be worse to meet for the first time.

  (End of this chapter)