Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 6 Letter from owl

  Chapter 6 Letter from Owl

Pomona’s bad shopping experience at Diagon Alley made Pomona feel bad for the next two days. During this time, she refused to talk to Pete, and Pete was obviously not in the mood to care about her. He still had his own friends, so she went again. Return to the old life and take care of the plants in the field with Mrs. Sprout.

House elves can surpass wizards in magic. In Hogwarts, wizards cannot Apparate, but elves can. However, most house elves can use life magic. If house elves live in the forest Veeva is the elf responsible for maintaining the forest. Veeva has a very high affinity with plants, so each of the pumpkins in Mrs. Sprout’s family is big and sweet.

   "Okay, let's take a break." After finishing the vegetable garden all morning, Mrs. Sprout announced, "What would you like to drink dear?"

   "Black tea will do." Pomona stood up and took off the mud-soaked gloves. "It would be perfect with the honey cake you baked yesterday."

   "Then do you want to drink tea in the house or outside?"

   "Outside!" Pomona pointed to the small pavilion on the hillside and said, "The weather is good today, and the wind is very comfortable."

   "Well, you go and wait for me, I will come soon."

  The beautiful countryside is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. There will always be one or two places that can be isolated from the world as long as you deliberately look for it in the whole of England. When Pomona carried her skirt to the pavilion, the desolate scenery in the distance did not make her feel lonely. It was as vibrant as the city. Outside the fence, there were a few short fir trees trying to grow up, and there was a row. The thin thorns are chasing the sun in one direction, and there are flocks of birds in the reeds. There is an inspiring and pure air that circulates here at any time, which is completely different from Diagon Alley, which looks prosperous on the surface but makes people feel gloomy.

Durmstrang has been in depression after Grindelwald's death, and now the Hogwarts atmosphere full of Death Eaters will become somber. In contrast, Boothbatten may be very relaxed, as long as she learns to keep a low profile. It's okay not to provoke those annoying relatives, but she can't go back to Mrs. Sprout's house after returning to France. The vacation will become very difficult.

  It’s time to make a trade-off. Pomona has never heard of transfers between the three major magic schools.

Students graduating from Hogwarts generally stay in the UK for employment. This pavilion was built by Pete’s father. He really likes the Baroque architecture. The decoration of the pavilion is complex and exaggerated. It looks like an elf palace in a fairy tale. But his job is an extremely boring Gringa curse solver, staying in the dark ground all day long.

"What kind of life do you want, Pomona?" She muttered to herself as she looked at the wilderness in the distance. She didn't like the current wizarding world, but it was impossible to return to the Veeva society. After the war, Muggles kept going. Expanding the city and destroying the forest, they are now very difficult to find.

Some kind of change is imminent, she feels at a loss, and don't know what to do. She wants to grasp intuition, but intuition is not always accurate, just like in Ollivander that day, no one understands She, the wand made of Veeva hair is still in her bedroom.

  It didn't take long for Mrs. Sprout to come to the pavilion. She hobbled over with a basket. She rarely used magic other than making food. In her words, this was the weird persistence of her old lady.

"I heard Pete say that the first time you picked up the wand, you learned how to call the guardian, and you also called on the patron saint?" Mrs. Sprout said while making tea, the fascinating fragrance of tea permeated, and she felt this When talking about this topic, the mood has been calm.

   "Yes, ma'am." Pomona took out the cut honey cake from the basket.

   "Then why don't you use that magic wand? It suits you well, isn't it?"

  "Mrs. Sprout, how did you and Mr. Sprout meet?"

She raised her eyebrows, took a sip of the black tea that was still smoking, and then placed it on the cup and saucer so gracefully, the porcelain collided with a sweet sound, and then whispered, "We met in school. Almost a dumb gun, the sorting hat assigned me to Hefpaff. I have to say that it is really a smart hat. If I were assigned to other schools, I might not know him."

  "How many people got married after graduation?"

  Mrs. Sprout laughed.

   "Oh, dear, you went to Hogwarts to study, not to fall in love. Although I don't think Dumbledore will punish students who fall in love while studying, I think you should focus on reading."

  Pomona could not describe her feelings in words, she felt that no one would understand her.

   "You are worried because of your mother, right?" Mrs. Sprout patted Pomona's hand. "Worried about making the wrong choice like her?"

  "Why would anyone not listen to the warning?" Pomona said sadly. "The day we bought a magic wand, I met a Muggle girl who knew she might be in danger at school or she wanted to be a wizard."

  Pomona believes that someone must have warned her mother not to combine with humans, but she still obeyed her heart, and finally turned her life into a tragedy.

"I don't know, Pomona, but I know that there may be a 50% chance of success in trying, but if you don't even have the courage to try, then you will fail 100%." ​​Mrs. Sprout said softly, "Ours. In times, wizards were not allowed to marry Muggles and wizards who came from Muggle families, but Henry was sentenced to leave the family for me and settled here. Love will give people the courage to overcome all obstacles, but he decided to love one. Before a person, you must learn how to distinguish a person. Some people's hearts are not the same as they show. This is why I hope you can learn from the fat monk. He has a pair of eyes that are good at distinguishing."

   "What are the advantages of Pippi?"

"Who knows, you can only ask him after enrolling." Mrs. Sprout held up the teacup again. "Rather than worrying about the future, you should decide what kind of person you are. I believe a friendly and compassionate person will live. Very happy, what do you think dear?"

As soon as Mrs. Sprout’s words fell, she seemed to see something fixed in one place. Pomona followed her gaze and saw a dark figure slowly flying in from a distance. It became It grew bigger and bigger, and finally showed its original shape. It was an owl with an envelope on its paws.

When the fate was judged, Pomona stood up and walked to the entrance of the pavilion. The owl flew straight to her when she saw her, and suddenly let go of her paw when she thought it would hit her. , Threw the two letters at her feet, and immediately flapped her wings with agility, flew around the pavilion, and finally landed on the table in the middle, as if she were the owner, pecking at the sweet honey cake.

   Could it be said that both schools sent notices?

Pomona felt inexplicably surprised, so she crouched down and picked up the two letters. One of them was painted with the Hogwarts badge, and the lion, badger, snake, and eagle representing the four colleges had a capital letter in front of it. "H", the other letter contained nothing, and there was no sign on the envelope, only the line "Pomona's Qi" was written in the very corner.

   "This is your father's handwriting." Mrs. Sprout took a sip of tea. "You are his daughter anyway, and he will not ignore you."

  (End of this chapter)