Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 140

  If Pomona Sprout has always been this short and fat appearance, there may be many students who love her, but no man will be interested in her.

  The man a woman desires does not look at her appearance but only looks at the beauty of her heart and soul. This is just wishful thinking. The compound decoction will change according to the age of the person who is deformed. Drinking Pomona can feel the process of human aging, but she can’t get love. If she doesn’t drink it, she can have eternal youth and beauty. Only in this way, the potion professor she attracted by appearance is like ordinary ordinary people. He is easily attracted to the outside and becomes an unfaithful person. Like his father Tobias, he likes nothing for long. It is not in her heart. The Severus who loved Lily wholeheartedly.

  Albus Dumbledore is a powerful wizard. He asks Pomona according to his own standards, not to fall into the trap of love like ordinary women, and give up the pursuit of power.

That’s not what she wanted. Hagrid is kind, but he still prefers to make friends with creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Felvy likes music. Dumbledore wants Pomona to care about humans as much as he does. She was too idealistic.

  She is not a saint. Male humans are food for Pomona. Humans do not have feelings for the chicken on the plate. Draco always satirized Harry as a saint, because the old wizard taught him according to the standards of a saint. Just like Pomona, it is really painful to restrain herself. She is actually not happy at all and still maintains a superficial smile. , Completely different from the old bat who truly expresses himself.

Harry liked Hogwarts very much, but Severus didn’t. He was bullied when he was studying, and when he grew up he had to endure all kinds of problems. He also happened to have no patience. Potions nerd had his own. The study is to be done, students copy homework to deal with him, he is too lazy to read it, only because the teaching task stipulates that he must be completed before correcting the homework, except for a small number of students who he thinks has talent and potential, he simply doesn't bother to care about people who are confused. Life and death.

  No matter how much he was biased towards Harry, Pomona had to admit that Harry was quite lazy, so he could just copy Hermione's homework. He actually played with his friends all day like his father James Potter. If it hadn't been for Severus' old textbooks in sixth grade, and the teacher was Slughorn, his potion would most likely fail, and he would be inferior to Longbottom on this point.

Neville has almost no good grades except herbal medicine. He is very focused on what he is good at and hates himself. He was the first one to get the pimple vine tree tumor, which made his face all over his face. Injury, other people would rather slow down than be like him.

In that class, Harry had to squeeze the sap of the lump vine tree tumor. Harry almost gave Granger all the reading. He was only in charge of doing it, but Granger was absent-minded. He didn't know how to squeeze and just did it. , And smashed Pomona's head with the tumor.

  If it was replaced by an old bat, Harry would definitely have no good fruit to eat, but Pomona would endure it. Who can say that she is not a kind witch in her heart? Why doesn't he read? Is the book used as a pillow for them?

No matter how snarled in her heart, Pomona has a sweet smile. She needs good popularity, so she endures it, even if she wants to use the invigorating curse several times to entangle those pimple vines and devil nets into the whole Hogwarts. In the Castle of Thorns, she still has to maintain an optimistic, cheerful, fair and just look.

The knotty vine's tumor is not only the source of its magic power but also its seed pods. Taking it out of the tree nest is the same as taking out a beating green heart the size of a grapefruit. If you lose it, the knotty vine will become ordinary. Of wood.

Its sap has magical powers. Anyway, the Professor of Potions asked for the fresher the better. During the Battle of Hogwarts, Pippi hit the Death Eaters with the bumps of the pimple vine. It exploded, and many of the plant seeds were exploded. Spread in the same way.

  The knotted vine tree tumor not only produces shock waves, but also affects the human soul, almost separating the body from the soul. It has the exact same lethal power as black magic. In fact, her heart is not kind and beautiful at all, just like the seeds of pimple vine, it looks like a caterpillar, but her appearance has transformed from a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, which confuses human eyes.

With the beautiful outside without the inside, men will soon get bored; with the inside without the outside, men don’t have the kind of "passionate" mind, just like a certain kind of fruit. The outside is its peel and the inside is it. The flesh of the fruit, a good-looking appearance can at least attract people to pick, if it looks poisonous, no matter how delicious the fruit is, only brave people dare to taste it.

  If she didn't have a young and beautiful appearance and took care of Severus like Molly, he might think she was living with his mother.

  She almost made the same mistake as Lupin. She wanted to be a human being and forgot her essence, a monster that feeds on humans.

  Looking at the mediocre-looking Muggle woman in the mirror, Pomona also developed a kind of disgust inexplicably. Severus accepted her ugly face after her transformation. Why did she continue to pretend?

  You know who you are, no matter how you deceive yourself.

  Lupin was tortured by himself and lost the will to live. He volunteered to be a werewolf undercover. Are you going to follow in his footsteps, Pomona?

   "Professor." Neville cautiously walked to the umbrella and stood still.

   "What's the matter, Neville?" Pomona's heart softened when she saw him.

   "I have never had a chance to tell you that I am sorry to ruin your mandela." Neville didn't dare to look up at her, and looked down at his shoes.

   "How did you ruin them?"

   "When the Death Eaters broke into Hogwarts, I moved them out of the flowerpot."

   "You defeated the Death Eaters with the screams of mandela grass?" Pomona was really surprised. She thought Neville would use what Dumbledore learned to fight.

   "Yes." Neville was so guilty that he was about to cry. "I'm sorry, I know you took a lot of effort to take care of them."

   "You did a great job, Neville, you deserve to be your father's son." Pomona felt very proud, she was really proud, and then she walked over and held him in her arms.

"You are not a cat, Neville, you are a tiger." She closed her eyes and imagined that kind of beautiful beast. Although it resembles McGonagall's cat, it is the king of the forest with steel needles. The same hair.

   "Did you forgive me?"

"Why should I forgive you, I will be the same as you if I change it." She let go of the little tiger and took him to sit under the umbrella. "It was probably when I was in third grade, when I just accepted it. Greenhouse No. 1 has been abandoned for a while. Two Death Eaters brought two Slytherin freshmen to cast an unforgivable curse on a house-elf in the greenhouse. I am not their opponent, so I took advantage of it. Those mandrakes, drove them away."

   "Really?" Neville said with surprise and joy.

  "You can ask Professor Snape." Pomona took a sip of her tea and said, "I hope you don't tell Harry about him alive."

   "Why?"

   "He almost died once, I can't let him go to die again."

  Neville thought for a while, and nodded with lingering fear.

   "I understand." He said dazedly.

"Navi, I know you have a bad memory, but there is a poem that I hope you can memorize. This is very important to you. You look into my eyes, I say a sentence and you follow the sentence and follow me last time. You are dancing."

"Okay, Professor." Neville turned and stared at Pomona. She looked at Neville's black eyes like a beast in the forest, and whispered in a low voice. .

   "Tiger, tiger, you are hot and glowing, and the forest at night is shining brilliantly."

   "Tiger, tiger, you are hot and shining, and you shine in the forest at night." Neville repeated.

   "What immortal hands and eyes can make you amazingly well-proportioned?"

   "What immortal hands and eyes can make you amazingly well-proportioned?"

"What kind of seabed or horizon is it that burns the flame in your eyes? What kind of skills and shoulders and elbows can twist your heart muscles. What kind of hammer and furnace will smelt your mind, what kind of An anvil, what kind of amazing grip strength dared to hold onto these terrible things..."

  Pomona read to Neville a poem called Tiger written by a Muggle named William Blake. He wrote very well, and he happened to be called Blake, which almost made her think he was the wizard of the Blake family.

  Because the poems he wrote are so magical, people immediately remember the twinkling eyes in the dark forest, like the blazing soul fire, illuminating the entire dark forest.

  (End of this chapter)