Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 134 BodyGuard

  After coming out of the principal’s room, Pomona met the Dean of Slytherin not far away.

  He seemed to be waiting for her, hiding in the shadow of the torch at the corner, and turning his eyes around when he noticed the sound of footsteps.

   "So fast?" he asked.

   "Are you waiting for me?" Pomona asked in surprise.

"I'm hungry."

   "Don't you know the password to enter the kitchen?" She was a little angry, and her tone was not very polite.

   "I don't want to eat alone, what did the old fool ask you just now?"

   "Nothing?" She walked slowly along the stone steps of the castle, and together with the sound of another person's footsteps, her heartbeat accelerated for no apparent reason.

  "How are you preparing for the Triwizard Tournament next semester?" He didn't bother with this question, and started to talk about other topics.

   "I wait for the first game to prepare the venue for the third game." She couldn't help complaining, "Felvy doesn't care about anything."

   "He said he was going to prepare a song for the Christmas ball, did you forget?"

   "Help me, Severus! I can't do it alone!" She shook his arm.

   "I have my business too, I will help you when I have time." He said impatiently, but did not refuse.

   "Sometimes I really think I am a house-elf." Pomona couldn't help but complain, even though diligence is Hefpaff's quality, she can't push everything to her.

  "Minerva is responsible for school safety. There will be many dark wizards entering the school. Shouldn’t it be the same as last year, to find a house-elf to block the passage of the nine and three-quarters platform?"

  "Who cares, Harry will definitely come to school anyway, protecting him is your job, not mine."

   "Navi Longbottom!" he gritted his teeth, seemingly still holding his grudge against Bogut.

   "I will send ten house elves to work for you for a week." Pomona said that for the safety of Neville's life, she had no choice but to sell the rights and interests of the elves.

   "Also add the new black feather jade picked this month, don't think I didn't know that you secretly sold it." The potion professor began to make a lot of prices.

   "No, I didn't." Pomona smiled as a cover, and denied it.

   "I really want to see your vault in Gringotts, and see which one of you or Malfoy is richer." He seems to have determined that Pomona is a rich man. "Why are you so greedy for money?"

   "Money is the only power of a woman, of course the more the better." She said greedily, "Aren't you making money by selling potions?"

   "Oh, yes, I actually spent one semester for free with thirty-two doses of Jin Jialong's antidote. How much did you make at that time?" The vengeful potion professor grinned back.

  "It was earned for the school. The school managers stopped funding the school. Do you know how much it costs to run such a big school?"

   "I want to divide!"

   "It's all twenty years ago, and you still come up with it!"

  "You will do it alone for setting up the venue!"

   "Sniff!" Pomona screamed angrily.

   "There is also Lily's share, don't think that she will lose her share if she is dead."

  Pomona felt that a basin of cold water had fallen from the top of her head. He still liked the red-haired Lily, and he would defend her rights when he died.

   "I remember James left Harry a lot of money." Pomona said listlessly, "and I don't think he needs money."

"Tell me honestly, did you find him?" Snape walked down the spiral staircase with her. "The Muggle woman was turned into a balloon and Harry Potter was not held accountable. Even the magic riots shouldn't be like that."

  "Who knows, Muggles’ bodies are different from ours, and their magical riots may have different manifestations in them."

   "I heard she almost exploded." Severus said, "I'm so glad he controlled himself."

  Pomona imagined the scene at the time, the woman named Maggie almost turned into a blood bag, splattering her blood all over the restaurant.

  Every time you awaken, there may be unpredictable accidents, but only after awakening can you get a notice from Hogwarts. Not everyone is as smooth as Harry.

   "I need you to master the spell of forgetting nothing, Pomona, it would be better to forget some memories." Dumbledore looked into her eyes and said, "Do you know who you want to practice?"

   "Human." Pomona answered without hesitation.

   "Very good." Dumbledore gave her a candy and touched her head "Grab my arm, dear, I'll take you to a place."

   "I put a Billy Wig bug in, but I don't know if that bug has engulfed her." She scattered her past memories and answered the current question.

   "You are so naive." The mature potion professor, who is still familiar with children, sarcastically, "What are you going to do with his house?"

   "I heard Sirius escaped from prison." Pomona didn't believe the rumors. How could Sirius want to kill Harry? She didn't even believe him if he betrayed James.

   "That house is protected by a spell, don't worry, he can't find it."

   "But he found Severus, right in front of Harry's house." Pomona stopped. "He wanted to say hello to Harry, but I showed up. He thought I was an Auror, so he ran away."

  "Are you Auror?" Professor Snape turned his head and looked at her up and down, and couldn't help laughing, "You are so funny."

   "But I did work with Aurors, and I know how they are."

  Seeing that she was serious, Snape also began to become serious.

  "How can a professor of herbal medicine work with Auror?"

   "Clean up the scene." Pomona walked past him carrying her skirt, "especially the scene left by the Death Eaters after the trouble."

  The former Death Eater tugged at his own clothes, like a bat with his hands around his shoulders, watching her back.

   "How many secrets are there on you, senior sister?"

   "More than you think." Pomona said without looking back, "Quickly keep up, do you want to have supper?"

  She walked in no hurry or slow, and soon there was footsteps behind her, which sounded like some kind of pet dog.

  The scene in the memory regressed rapidly, and when she regained her sanity, Pomona had already arrived at the Broken Cauldron Bar. The innkeeper replaced her Jin Jialong with Muggle banknotes.

   "What is this?" Draco asked, looking at the colorful pieces of paper in her hand.

   "Money!" Pomona was so wealthy that she made a fan out of banknotes and fanned herself. "Today I will take you to Muggle London."

   "Do you call this money?" Draco drew a pound from her hand and looked at it incredibly.

  "I think it’s more suitable to call a voucher. You can go to the bank to exchange for gold with it." Lily’s father explained to her, and Pomona didn’t know much about "Muggle Banks are similar to Gringotts."

  Draco was not interested in money at all, and he returned the paper money to her.

   "Let's go, I promise it will be fun." Pomona took Draco's arm and walked towards the exit of the Broken Cauldron to the Muggle World.

   "Say okay first, I won't go shopping with you." Draco looked miserable, "Why can you go shopping all day."

"Why don't you use smoothing agent to treat your hair?" Pomona looked at handsome Draco. He was so much taller than her, and her hair was fluffy, but her memory still remained in that hair. Master Malfoy who is always smooth.

  "My mother used to take care of it for me."

  Pomona took a breath.

   "You rebelled! Draco!"

   "Can you be more naive? Christine?" Draco said with a grinning grin, baring his teeth.

"I'm so happy that I am dressed in French today, so it doesn't look weird to wear gloves." Pomona looked at her gloves triumphantly, so that she has the armor to protect her body at any time, so she doesn't have to worry about following the last time. The same was attacked by Pete.

  When they walked to the brick wall, a wizard came in at the other end, so the two of them came to Muggle London smoothly, a world with no magic but the same colorfulness.

   "Siris, stretch out your left paw!" Pomona said cheerfully to the prisoner who had escaped from Azkaban.

   "I am not a real dog."

   When Pomona saw the geraniums in the flower bed, she remembered the scene in the old house that day. She felt sore for no reason, and subconsciously let go of Draco's arm.

   "What's wrong, Knox?"

"You should call me godmother, Draco." She kept a distance from her godson. She looked too young and walked arm in arm with Draco on the street like a couple. "You can take advantage of today Buy a gift for Astonia."

   "Mom asked me to be your bodyguard today."

   "But she didn't say not to let you do anything else. I always thought that Muggle study class was too stupid."

   "I think so too." Draco smiled at first, but after thinking of something, the smile on his face disappeared.

  "Do you want me to erase that memory for you?" Pomona looked into Draco's eyes and said, "Even the Dark Lord thinks my level of erasing memory is first-rate."

   "No, I want to keep it." Draco said gloomily. "It is because of her that I understand what kind of people I am dealing with."

   "Do you hate your godfather?"

  Draco looked at the void without speaking for a long time.

  "Don't think about this, let's go play, what do you want to eat at noon?" Pomona smiled forcefully, trying to ease the embarrassment.

   "He protected me, but then he wanted to kill me and my mother, for you." Draco looked at Pomona and said, "I don't know what made him like this."

"I like the person who can keep his promises, but now this person is taking advantage of the unbreakable oath." Pomona sighed and felt very uncomfortable in her heart. "I was very ill some time ago, and after a while, he will return to normal. All right."

   "You mean he is crazy?"

   "How can you say that to your godfather."

   "Then what do you say?"

  Pomona thought for a long time, but couldn't think of an answer.

   "He is recovering." Pomona was still holding Draco's arm, but not as close as before. "When he gets better, everything will be fine."

   "He was not injured again." Draco said puzzledly.

  "Some wounds are invisible. Draco, especially the damage to the heart, takes longer to recover than the damage to the body."

   "Why does George Weasley hate you so much?"

  "Because he blamed Fred's death on me."

   "How can he blame you?" Draco asked in surprise.

"He blamed me for not training them well and let them go to the battlefield." Pomona sighed. "That's why I want you to be a therapist and not a fighter. It's not because you are not brave enough, but I am afraid that you will suffer. hurt."

  Draco did not reply. They had already arrived at Muggle Street while they were talking. The passing pedestrians stared at a small square in their hands, and no one looked up to notice them.

   "What are they looking at?" Draco asked Pomona.

   "I don't know, I haven't been to the Muggle world for many years." Pomona shrugged and said, "I don't know this place anymore."

  (End of this chapter)