Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1137 "Effects"

The 2005 General Wizarding Examination was destined to be special. The Education Department of the International Wizarding Federation sent a team. The leader was a dark-skinned woman in her thirties. She was sitting at Minerva Mai during dinner. Next to Principal Ge and the director of the Wizarding Examination Authority, Gusrda Macchiban.

  They will work with examiners from the British Ministry of Magic to invigilate the students to assess the teaching qualifications of Hogwarts.

  When Albus was still alive, they did not dare to point fingers at the school where the president of the federation taught.

  Now that Albus is dead, they can finally enter the school "according to the process" to evaluate the teaching staff of Hogwarts.

  Because of the curse of the Dark Lord, the quality of the education of British wizards is worrying even if there is no war.

  Demstrang values ​​black magic, and Boothbarton is good at alchemy. After all, Nick Lemay graduated from this school.

  Nick Leme, Harry Potter, this little boy from the Muggle world doesn’t know it, Ron Weasley doesn’t even know.

  Hogwarts is at the bottom of several European schools. In recent years, even the Auror has not been able to cultivate it. It is understandable that pure-blood families such as Draco Malfoy send their children to other countries to study.

  The war greatly hurt the British magic circle. Ollivander did not open the door. British wizards had to buy good wands from abroad.

  There is also the prejudice that Muggles are idiots as deeply rooted.

  Pomona also agreed with Kingsley’s proposal to abolish divination and use Muggle studies as a replacement. Even wizards do not have the gift of prophecy.

  This course is a bit difficult to practice. You can't keep Muggles in cages and let the little wizards demonstrate how to communicate with Muggles.

   "How are you communicating with the old slug?" Pomona asked Severus listlessly.

  The old bat had an expression of indigestion, silently cutting the French lamb chops on the plate.

   "Look at those children." Pomona scanned the students in the auditorium, and continued to mutter in his ear, "They must be guessing who we are."

   "They thought we were the new examiner." Severus put a tender lamb into his mouth.

"How did you know?"

   "I am not like you, I have long ears, and I can hear you."

  Pomona imagined the scene where the old bat is old and deaf, and needs to wear a hearing aid, or needs others to yell in his ears to hear.

  She must remember what he said at this moment, and then **** him off by then.

   "Can you boil some potion?"

   "It depends on what you do?"

   "Get rid of Grindillo."

   Severus stared at her.

   "What are you doing?"

"If the potion can destroy that creature, the way to deal with Grindillo will not be left in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The potion that can poison Grindillo will also poison other creatures in the water, and let the water Become inedible, what do you ask this for?"

   "Minerva asked me to deal with the mermaids and their pets." Pomona said without a taste.

  Whether they are Maggie or Feige, they are all single women. Housewives with children are struggling to "raise" their own children. How can they be in the mood to take care of so many pets.

   "Why did Slughorn embarrass you?" She changed the subject upset.

  Severus smiled brilliantly, but didn't say a word.

  This is the evil result of his aggressive means to capture the "crown". Coupled with the "task" Minerva gave her, Pomona wanted to escape the school again.

  "Have you not asked any useful information?" Pomona asked.

"Horace mentioned Nick LeMay. He died the second year after the Philosopher’s Stone was destroyed. Who will inherit his estate now." Severus said. "Also, is there any secret for Albus Dumbledore." Treasury or something."

   "He wants the legacy of Nick Lemay and Albus?" Pomona asked.

   "This is normal. The wizards of Palodo want the inheritance of Hagrid's ancestors." Severus glanced at the half-blood giant who was dining on the other side of the table. "I lent him that shirt to study."

  Pomona looked at the first-grade children enviously. They could laugh heartlessly and happily.

   "I hate those ‘old men’." Pomona cut the lamb chops with fire, as if cutting someone’s meat.

  Severus maintained a high-quality silence until the end of the dinner.

  "Go to the lake for a walk?" After eating, he said as if he had invited her on a date.

  But it is also possible that she thinks too much. After all, they are not young people. After eating meat for dinner, they still feel hungry in the middle of the night, so they ran to the kitchen to find food.

  "Middle-aged" is an age that makes people feel lonely and uncomfortable.

  Young people think they are “mature” and worthy of relying on, so they hand over all the responsibilities and troubles to the middle-aged people.

  Old people think that they are “naive” and unreliable, and those old people are particularly stubborn. The kind of “middle-aged crisis” that is frustrated and cannot be confided to anyone comes so quietly.

  If you encounter a rebellious child, a partner who is also in menopause, and the energy is not as good as before, the sense of crisis will be stronger.

  "Go for a walk" will relax, and Pomona agreed to Severus's invitation to go for a walk by the lake for food.

  It gets dark late in summer, but the moon still rises when they come to the lake. That full moon looks beautiful without considering the werewolves.

  Through the moonlight, Pomona looked at the white tomb on the island in the middle of the lake, where Albus Dumbledore slept forever.

  After so many years, even the white wizard's body should have decayed. Pomona couldn't imagine what kind of scene he would see when he dug up his tomb.

   "I can ask Minerva Nicholas where he lives." Pomona said, "Maybe his legacy is still where it was."

   "He didn't accept any more disciples later?" Severus asked, "Who took care of his funeral?"

   "I don't know this, but Albus personally handled it." Pomona recalled.

   "Nick Lemay and his wife have no children. According to reason, it is possible that he will accept an apprentice, who can be an experimental assistant, but also take care of his life and his affairs. Albus Dumbledore just assisted him."

  "Why do you think so?" Pomona asked.

"This is learned from you, a'logical guess'." He said with a smirk. "A smart and talented young alchemist may not have the reputation of the old guys, but he has the same ability to create a sacred artifact. '."

   "The premise is that the mysterious person wants to know him." Pomona pondered and said, "How much do you know about this?"

   "Not as much as you thought. He doesn't trust me as much as before. After all, I was not imprisoned in Azkaban in order to express my loyalty like Bellatrix."

  "Are you going out tonight?" Pomona asked, "Today is a full moon."

   "No." He stopped, "I need to rest, I am not a young man anymore."

   "How do you want to rest?"

   "Close your eyes."

  She obediently did.

  French lamb chops are added with a lot of garlic and spices, which tastes like Turkish barbecue.

  According to the truth, the smell of garlic in her mouth is not suitable for kissing, but she is still intoxicated.

  Because the one who is kissing her is a sinner, not a saint who has been made a "love saint".

  At first, the kiss was tender and sweet, and it slapped the shore as gentle as the water of the Black Lake, but then it gradually became out of control, like a raging sea.

In order to deal with the increasingly powerful Habsburg family, Leonardo da Vinci's loyal French king François I formed an alliance with Suleiman the Great of the Ottoman Empire. This ultra-era diplomatic alliance became the earliest example of modern European diplomacy. .

  There are no eternal enemies, only eternal benefits.

  The British who follow this “truth” are “honorably isolated”. As long as they can tolerate the feeling of loneliness, it doesn’t really matter if they are profiteering. It is precisely because of this strong sense of "independence" that the small British Isles can also be divided into Wales, Scotland and England, each representing a country in the Quidditch World Cup.

   There is a famous saying in Vanity Fair, there are always moments when it seems insignificant at the time, but in fact it affects the overall situation.

  She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at the white grave not far away, and then closed them again.

  She didn't want to go to the broomstick. It reminded her of her sloppy wedding. Her new house was actually the broomstick. Who has seen her confused bride?

  But the irresponsible impulse was very exciting, and it reminded her of the feeling of youth.

   "The castle is closed." He whispered in her ear, "We can't go back."

   "Then where do you want to go?"

   "Let's go back to the manor." He kissed her forehead restrainedly, and it felt so pure. "We will come back tomorrow."

  She still stared at the grave.

   "What's wrong?" Severus stared in that direction.

   "Nothing." She took his arm "Let's go, let's go back to France."

  Severus took out the "door key" made by the scepter again.

  The two quickly disappeared by the Black Lake.

  (End of this chapter)