Harry Potter Morning Light

Mad-Eye never really believed in Severus Snape, and anyone who knew the location of the headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place after Dumbledore's death automatically became a Secret Keeper.

One hundred wizards can expand the space by chanting the expansion spell, and twenty people sharing the Fidelity Curse will weaken the power of the Fidelity Curse. Mad-Eye cast a throat-lock spell to prevent him from telling the location of Grimmauld Square, even if he wanted to say that place, can also bind his tongue.

It stands to reason that Pomona shouldn't tell Hermione so many things, her Occlumency is still too bad, but the current situation doesn't allow Arthur to continue this nonsense.

Let wizards imitate Muggles. Wizards and Muggles understand things differently. Men have lost patience with Arthur. They may not send Nagini to kill him like Voldemort, but they will still use other methods. There is no use in insisting on driving him out of the Ministry of Magic.

For those who want to live a normal life again, they don’t want to see those lunatics in Azkaban. The two wizarding wars have seriously damaged the wizarding population. It has not recovered after six years. Being too friendly to the Muggle world is also It's not a good thing. Hermione's face is very bad after receiving the ultimatum. She probably will be very unhappy this Christmas, but there is no way, someone has to clean up these bad things.

Not everyone can enter the confidential ward, but she is Hermione Granger, one of the magic iron triangle, and a big celebrity. It is more convenient for her to check whether there are disguised magic plants in the ward than Pomona.

While she was rounding the private wards, Pomona was looking for her own doctor, Charlotte Prey. She and Molly belonged in the same family, and now they needed to talk.

"I hate you, Severus!" Pomona cursed as she walked, he didn't like the Order of the Phoenix at all, Mad-Eye was always against him, now he became cunning and used her to order Turning around, she can only follow his instructions.

The Ministry of Magic will use the Muggle Repelling Charm to conceal some wizarding buildings. It is a good thing for everyone to keep a proper distance, because wizards basically don't understand Muggle society. Men don't have time to deal with the werewolf and Arthur's "mess in the head" guy. This is not because of his identity as a pure-blood traitor, but because he himself infected this "disease" The more wizards study and imitate Muggles in the way they understand, and they imitate nondescriptly, they look like mental patients.

"Charlotte!" Pomona found her in a ward on the fifth floor.

"What's the matter, Knox?" He put away the quill that was recording rapidly in mid-air.

"How do you recognize me?" Pomona remembered that she drank the ugly potion.

"Your hair is impressive."

"I have a question for you. Did you see a Slytherin kid on the day of the Dark Wizard's attack. His name is Theodore Not."

Charlotte recalled "No."

"He's right behind you."

"I'm really not impressed."

"Do you still remember the Azkaban prison break ten years ago? At that time, a staff member of the Ministry of Magic was attacked by the devil's net, and a doctor seemed to have been suspended."

"I remember this. The person in charge of treating him was named Miriam Strout, and I took over from him."

"Well then, don't be as negligent as he is. I remember St. Mungo's being strict about ornaments."

"Is something else going to happen?" Charlotte asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, just do your job well, and be careful, don't let suspicious people appear in the confidential ward. Who is in charge of the hospital's guards now?"

"Except for confidential wards, other places are public places."

"Damn it." Pomona cursed like the old bat, and just by chance, Blaise Zabini walked past her, and it seemed that he was planning to go to the sixth floor for lunch.

"Stop!" Pomona grabbed the Slytherin by the sleeve.

"Who are you?" Zabini asked in panic.

"Go and tell Draco that his godmother is here and ask him to wait in the atrium garden of the sanatorium."

"Why should I listen to you?" Zabini asked inexplicably, "Let go of me."

That's it, that's why the old bat got so hot.

Pomona kept smiling and cast a silent cutting spell on the back of his hand, which was immediately bleeding.

"you……"

"Mr. Zabini, you seem to look down on almost everyone and everything, and even dare to laugh at Draco's father when he was squeezed out by the Death Eaters, so I would like to ask you, besides your good looks, what is worthy of you?" Proud?" Pomona pressed her nails on the wound, and he immediately gasped in pain, "Go, don't make me say it a second time."

Blaise Zabini puffed up his cheeks like a frog and took the elevator downstairs.

"Do you have a map of St. Mungo's?" Pomona asked Charlotte after he had gone.

"The dean's office should have it."

"Take me there."

"Hold my hand," Charlotte said, and the two of them Apparated in the hospital.

The snow-covered courtyard looked very quiet. As far as Pomona could remember, the last time she was here was autumn.

"The general confidential ward is in the main building. You are friends of the dean, so you arranged it in the courtyard where the dean's office is located." Charlotte explained, leading her through the corridor. "I don't think you know how many professors are outside the school Success, right?"

Pomona could hear the reverence in Charlotte's tone, but she really didn't know what he was doing outside of school.

"He was the one who made the donation from the Malfoy family. He is a real master of potions, and teaching in schools is really too wasteful."

Pomona thought of the scabies potion Neville had blew up the cauldron in his first year. She knew how to make that kind of potion, but she didn't think he was condescending at all.

Being a Death Eater was a stain on his life, and in a place like school, he could cut off his ties with the past, so that he could have later achievements. This is what he asked for.

Dean St. Mungo's office is not luxurious. The walls are all made of wood, and there are many portraits of people hanging on it. When Charlotte was communicating with the dean's secretary, Pomona was patrolling it, and soon she was in the office. There was a familiar face on it.

Daisy DeVante, one of the few headmistresses at Hogwarts, has a portrait in Dumbledore's office.

"Hi, Principal." Pomona said to her portrait, "Nice to meet you."

"What's the matter with you?" Dai Lisi asked.

"Please ask Neville Longbottom to come to St. Mungo's."

Pomona felt a stomach ache when she thought of Neville's poor magic power, don't accidentally separate him.

However, Dai Lisi had already left at this time, and maybe she had already arrived in the picture frame of Hogwarts at this moment.

"Knox, if you want a map, I'm afraid you have to go to the Muggle government to get it. St. Mungo's used to be a department store." Charlotte greeted Pomona and answered Pomona. This answer did not disappoint her at all. Feel better.

The efficiency of the Muggle government is notoriously slow, and after she finds the map from their archives, she might as well draw a new one herself.

"Thank you, Charlotte, for being so helpful."

She said blankly, then left the dean's office, and when she returned to the atrium, Draco had already appeared by the frozen magic fountain.

"What's the matter with you, godmother?" Draco asked.

"Draco, let me ask you, when you were in fifth grade, you once formed a patrol team to fight against Harry's da, right?"

"How long ago was that?" Draco said dispiritedly. "We were kids then."

"Now I have a task for you. Ten years ago, the year you formed the patrol, there was a murder in St. Mungo's, which attracted the attention of the Aurors and indirectly led to the Azkaban incident. Great Prison Break, now I'm afraid that the old things will happen again, I want you and your classmates to patrol St. Mungo's the same way they searched Da at Hogwarts."

"I see Aurors from the Ministry of Magic making rounds."

"The front line is now in Azkaban. The more Aurors can go there, the better. You have done a lot of things that bully the few, but this time you have to face the assassin, maybe When someone sneaks in with invisibility, you treat it like a deadly game of hide-and-seek."

"Can I invite Astonia to participate?" he asked with a smile of interest.

"You have to protect her safety. Also, draw me a map of St. Mungo's as soon as possible, and then you design and arrange fixed-route patrols. Doctors basically don't know how to fight. You have to pick out those who can fight." Team member."

Pomona found a branch, wrote and drew on the snow, and taught Draco how to draw a map for defense.

She is not a battle mage like Moody, but she also has her own way of fighting, but her brain is not as good as her former student, and she is like a pawn in his hands. She only hopes that she will not To be sacrificed, like the other pawns Voldemort sacrificed to gain his trust.