Harry Potter Morning Light

There is a question, which came first, the chicken or the egg.

Before the appearance of Darwin's theory of evolution, this question was really difficult to answer. If the chicken came first, who laid the egg? If the egg came first, who laid it?

Today's people can easily answer that there were eggs and then chickens. Birds all evolved from commands, and the fossils of Archaeopteryx prove this.

Archeopteryx is a small dinosaur that lived in the Jurassic period. Although it is a dinosaur, it has wings and feathers.

Pomona looked at the pile of lazy snakes and cockroaches. It also has the same gorgeous feathers as birds, and it also has two legs. Is it another branch of the evolution of Archeopteryx?

With her fingertips she pushed down the bottle of potion said to cure Nagini's bite, and it fell into the soft feather pillow.

Severus was kissing her back, soft lips itching across the skin, like wings growing from inside.

She lay sprawled on the sofa, looking at the London sky outside the window, trying to tell which crow on the opposite roof was Voldemort.

With the blood tonic and this bottle of potion, Severus could be rescued, provided that Harry didn't just stand there and watch Severus die before leaving.

For those who are being rescued, every second is precious, and every delay is one step closer to death.

"What are you thinking?" he said, kissing her earlobe.

"Save your life." She said listlessly, "Can I use the potion you make now to save you in the past?"

"I don't think so," Severus said.

"Does St. Mungo's have any medicine readily available?"

"How many people do you think will be bitten by that snake? And I don't know of any drug thefts in St. Mungo's."

"So it's not?" she asked dejectedly.

"How about I teach you?"

"Is that medicine hard?" Pomona asked.

"Even for me it would take three hours."

"That's hard!"

"When was the last time you boiled a potion?" the Potions Professor asked seriously.

"On the train."

The old bat continued to stare at her.

"I'm a horticulturist, why do I boil potions?"

He laughed sourly. "You haven't touched a cauldron since graduation, have you?"

"Last time in the cabin..."

"It was a joke."

"Oh, my God." She covered her head with the pillow like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand. "I hate those disgusting potion ingredients."

Strawberries and butter were no good, and she didn't want to mess with frog brains and leech slime.

He scooped her out of her feathers.

"Did you say you were going to save me, or were you lying to me?"

"I did not lie to you."

"Then why don't you learn?"

"Our time converter can only go back 5 minutes, what do you think I can do in 5 minutes?"

He stared at her for a long time, then lay down next to her, looking very unhappy.

"We need to get Sun Gold first, and then we will have enough time after we make a time converter." She leaned on his shoulder, "How much information about Sun Gold have you found?"

"Not many, people in that era were chasing the Philosopher's Stone."

"Eternal life is indeed a big temptation." She casually echoed, "Especially for dignitaries who enjoy pleasure."

"But after drinking that potion, you have to give up some people's desires, such as eating." He squeezed her hand and smiled maliciously. "The old fool wants to scare me away with this trick."

"So you were frightened?"

Severus said nothing.

"Live like that, not really alive," he whispered. "I thought Nick Flamel was a ghost when I first saw him."

"For a man who has lived for more than three hundred years, he looks pretty good," said Pomona. "He hasn't lost any arms or legs, and he hasn't lost all his teeth, but he's all white."

"Like a pearly ghost."

His metaphor was indeed just right, and she couldn't refute it.

"He saw this for sure, so he asked me to guard the Philosopher's Stone. It was also a test to see if I would not be able to resist the temptation, or give it to the Dark Lord."

"Tom says he's an old lion to win by tricks like a fox."

"Yes, it seems that the brave and fearless lion also has a sinister and cunning side."

"Just like you have times when you are brave and fearless." Pomona smiled and said, "My prince."

"I think it's more appropriate for you to call me 'King'." He said a little complacently.

"No."

"Why?"

"Princes have one wealth that kings don't."

"What is it?" he said with a smile.

"Princess's love." She temporarily changed her words.

She was going to say youth, but Severus wasn't young anymore.

Geras, the god of age, had left marks on his face, and his black hair would turn white in a decade or so.

"You said you like me to call you prince." She half sat up and looked at him.

"You're not a princess." He said coldly.

"Well, you didn't get the princess's love, you got my love, are you satisfied?"

He still didn't speak, as if he was having a fight.

"Would you like a chocolate frog?" Pomona asked coldly, a way she used to coax freshmen from crying.

"How old do you think I am?" Severus glared at her.

"I don't know, 12 years old?"

Now he was completely angry, turned over and sat up, and left the living room.

The war between humans and werewolves outside is still going on, but it seems to have nothing to do with them.

This is a war that can be avoided, but because of the choice of the majority, it must continue until one side falls.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the showdown of who stands at the top of the food chain. Human beings have been in that position for many years, and most people have forgotten what it is like to be food themselves.

Remus was the same age as Severus, and unlike the oily black hair of the old bat, he had gray hair early on. Apart from the hardships of life, this may have something to do with the physical burden brought by wolf transformation.

The lure of wolf bind juice is even more attractive to Krum Crouch than gold, but whether he will betray his own people because of it is still a question.

It is obvious not to turn into a werewolf. As long as it is related to the death and arrest of his companions, even a werewolf will realize that he has made a deal with a wizard.

If he was caught by a werewolf and betrayed his own people, he might end up being torn to pieces, even though he was once the leader. He had to think carefully about such a heavy price.

"Who did you ask about that lake monster?" Severus asked outside.

"I met a guy on the street."

"Oh, you meet a random guy on the street, and he happens to be an expert in this field, and then he solves your doubts." sent people."

"I don't think so." Pomona looked at the bronze sculpture of the strange bird.

"So what do you think he looks like?" Severus asked.

"I think he looks familiar." She tried desperately, but couldn't think of anything.

"What did he say to you besides the bird?"

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl or something."

"That stupid love story?" he said jealously.

"Don't say that, Severus, or you'll be beaten."

"Altair and Vega are tens of light-years apart, how could they meet?"

"It's 16.4 light-years," she corrected.

"Since you know it, why do you still believe it?"

Appeared, the incomprehensible style and dullness of a straight man in science.

"I can't explain it to you!" She said angrily.

Not long after, he came in with two glasses of "wine", which looked like flowing gold, or Felicia.

"Is this a strawberry cocktail?"

"Blessing from Hades." He handed Pomona a glass of wine. "He likes to drink as much as Dionysus."

"Really? From what allusion?"

"Hades is as hospitable as Zeus, but after killing Cronus, he drew lots to the underworld, so he can only drive a chariot and come to the world to catch people to drink with him."

"You bullshit!"

"Later he changed his name to Pluto. This name represents wealth. Pluto is in charge of underground wealth and bestows harvests on the earth. There are also pomegranates in the underworld. Persephone is precisely because he ate a few pomegranates from the underworld at the banquet of Pluto. A pomegranate only has to stay in the underworld for three months every year."

"How do you know that Pluto will also hold a banquet?" She looked at the golden cocktail in disbelief, and she suspected it was poisonous.

"Have you ever heard of Tartarus?"

"Who doesn't know the abyss of hell?"

"Then what kind of place do you think is hell, with fire?"

"What's your opinion?"

"Do you know Tantalus?"

"No." Pomona sneered and shook her head.

"Hades divides the people who enter the underworld into two kinds of people, good people and sinful people, good people drink and have fun with Hades, and sinful people work in Tartarus, let them and Tanta Like Ross, you can see it but you can't eat it."

Pomona was shocked.

"You can make up nonsense about me, but what do you think of my making up?"

"You are so clever, Severus, yes, it's wine." She murmured, "In the sculptures on the third floor of the labyrinth, there is a girl wearing a jeweled crown, just like the one given to his wife by the god of wine. , when there is a good harvest, there will be surplus grapes and barley to make wine, and the corvus is punished because he made a mistake, and he cannot drink the water of life in the giant barn, let him see it but not drink it, this is the 'master' Punishment for the 'servant'."

And it's the most severe kind, because that's God's way of punishing sinners.

Severus stopped smiling.

He drank expressionlessly, looking out of the window just like Pomona did just now.

"How much did he hate that servant?" Pomona asked.

"Hate to the bone." Severus said indifferently, "It's not enough to kill him directly."

"What did the servant do wrong? Really falsely accuse his wife?" Pomona asked.

"How would I know," he said nonchalantly. "I'm not interested in Mungnes' personal life."

Pomona felt sympathy for Hagrid, who called himself the Son of God.

Although he created terrible monsters, many people lost their families.

No wonder others nicknamed him "Dark light".