Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 180 Alcoholism

   "Oh hoo hoo hoo..." A house elf was crying in Hogwarts' kitchen while drinking and covering his face. The other house elves were far away from her, as if she didn't exist.

   "Who is it?" Pomona asked Dobby the free house elf.

"She is Shining, the house elf of Batty Crouch. Mr. Crouch fired her. Dobby saw her homeless and took her to Hogwarts." Dobby pulled her body. Pillow case, protruding green eyes did not dare to look at Pomona.

  Pomona knows that humans have alcohol problems, but she doesn’t know that house elves also have problems.

   "Who allowed you to do this?" Pomona asked.

   "Principal Dumbledore." Dobby replied.

   "What did she make wrong, Mr. Crouch fired her?"

   "She said it was because she disobeyed her master's order." Dobby rubbed his hands in confusion. "Now she is a free elf, why is it so painful?"

   "I need to go back and lie down for a while." Pomona directly took a plate of pudding, and she was going to eat it on the sofa.

  Sometimes she really thinks that old Gryffindor’s joke is too much!

  She dragged her tired steps out of the kitchen, and the gloomy old Slytherin bat walked on her face. It seemed that his target was also the kitchen.

   "We want to talk!" He said to her like a curse as he passed by. Pomona didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight back to the office.

  Usually, she has a lot of guests, but after nightfall, no one will come in except those related to the Triwizard Tournament. The restless young people return to the lounge, and she can enjoy peace.

However, this calm was only short-lived. The old bat's footsteps soon came over. With a plate of chicken legs, roasted corn and a large bottle of wine in his hand, he had to shut the door with a "bang", and then he went directly to the small dining table. Sit down.

  "What's the problem with you this time?" Pomona ate the pudding with her eyes closed. The milk flavor is very strong, but the sweetness is a bit strong. This needs to be discussed with the chef.

"Harry Potter’s communication with the outside world was monitored by the Auror. They believed that he knew about Sirius Black’s whereabouts. He and his dog godfather were still in touch. The great savior asked him for advice when he needed it, and worried. And sympathize with his situation, what a touching father-son relationship." The old bat bit his chicken leg fiercely. "Every time the stupid dog contacts, I have to move to hiding place. I am fed up with them telling each other about their lives like children. How painful and unfair."

   "Did you open someone else's letter again?" Pomona sat up.

   "No." The old bat stared at death and swept over. "But there are so many things besides complaining, and I want to talk letter after letter forever?"

   "Poor Hedway." Pomona began to sympathize with Harry's owl, how far it would have to fly to deliver the letter.

"If you listen to me carefully, you should know that Aurors appeared at Hogwarts. Many owls have been monitored after the Quidditch World Cup. Now they have to monitor Hogwarts' external communication channels. Me and the principal The entanglement with them is only now over." He opened the red wine with his magic wand and found the gold cup by familiarity. After pouring two cups, he handed one to Pomona.

   "No, thank you." She smiled at him, "I have a drunkard house elf."

   "Do you even have to compare whose life is worse? Senior sister?" Old Batskin laughed and said without a smile.

   "I just want to keep my head clear, Severus, I have a hunch that many things will happen this year." Pomona did not touch the glass of wine and continued to eat the pudding.

   "Why do you want to maintain that kind of smirk?" He still held the wine glass and refused to walk away. "You are obviously not happy."

   "Why do you have a sullen face?" She bluntly fought back "You can't make friends like this."

   "Speaking of friends, how did you and Sirius Black meet?" He sat on the back of the sofa, still stuffing the wine glass in front of her.

   "What do you mean?" When she was in contact with Sirius, it was obvious that no one else was there. How did he know that they knew each other?

  "Do you know how much a Firebolt costs? The Irish national team only has seven. Where does a fugitive get the money to buy that thing?"

  Pomona is stiff, how expensive can a broom be?

  Severus shook his head at her, "Hefpaff getting the Quidditch Cup makes no sense to you, right?"

  She didn't dare to say that it was a stupid broomstick sport, because he was obviously angry.

  She didn't know what was wrong with him, but she still accepted the glass of wine, which was sour and astringent in the mouth, like a vinegar smell.

  In the study of the platinum nobleman, Pomona found Lucius Malfoy, and he started drinking again.

Old Malfoy’s ability to withstand stress is not good, but she didn’t expect that when such men were on the battlefield, he would still be in the mood to stay at home and drink with women and children, but he thought of his bombed wand, a "The Cripple" is really not suitable for the dance of death anymore.

   "Hi, Pomona, what brought you here?"

   "I want to borrow your owl." Pomona said to Lucius. Hannah Albert was still at the door and refused to leave.

   "You want to write a letter?" Lucius looked at her suspiciously.

   "I want to give Hermione Granger a Christmas present." She looked at him calmly, "Can you tell me what trouble you are having?"

   "No." The platinum nobleman said with a smile.

  "Is it related to the negotiation with the goblins of Gringotts?" Pomona remembers that it was a task assigned to Lucius by Severus. "If it is, I think I can help you."

  The platinum nobles stopped drinking.

   "Lucius, why do you never talk to Cici about work?"

   "I don't want her to touch these dirty things, Pomona." Lucius is so noble and sits leaning on a chair. "Since you said there is a way to help me, tell me how to do it?"

   "I want to make a deal with you." Pomona said without shyness, "If you don't agree to the terms, let's not talk about it."

   "Oh~, negotiation?" Lucius said with a grin, "tell your terms, ma'am."

  "First, arrange for Hermione Granger to work in the Ministry of Magic. Second, you must follow Rugerhaig's arrangements. You can do whatever he asks you to do."

   "Let's listen to the arrangement of a half-giant, are you really funny?" Lucius Malfoy laughed.

"I know what you are afraid of. The dragon was abused, just like you abused Dobby. You are afraid that it will recover and come back for revenge. The three little ghosts let it go because of their kind heart. They didn't think about it. What consequences? Let Hermione to participate in this event is something she did for herself to deal with the aftermath, you can laugh at her as much as you want, but not because of her pedigree, but because they do not know how to do things well, that is what she deserves, yes, That's right, the dragon looks pitiful, but she can't just let it go. She also made trouble in the Gringotts, making the goblin even more annoyed."

   "What about the half-giant thing?" Lucius shook the glass in his hand, a little interested.

  "He is the teacher of Hogwarts Protecting Magical Creatures. By the way, is he reinstated?"

   "You continue talking." Lucius Malfoy said around him.

   "If he is not reinstated, it is also a condition. To be fair, Malfoy, that kid Draco is really reckless sometimes."

   "Three conditions, I hope what you said can help me really work." Malfoy Slytherin smirked.

"Yes, the three conditions are the same as the three-headed **** dog. I remember that it is their duty to watch the house." Pomona said confidently. "Use Hogwarts' three-headed dog Luwei. Look at Gringotts. Its owner is Hagrid. He doesn’t like Slytherin at all. It’s easy to find a Gryffindor and communicate with the girl he knows well. With the animals guarding the treasure house, the wizards You won’t be so anxious to take the money away, so it will be much easier for you to negotiate with the fairy."

  Lucius was lost in thought.

"Okay, I'm done, lend me your owl." Pomona had a feeling that Severus had deliberately prevented her from contacting the outside, which meant she was being watched, but she was not at all Don't feel angry.

  The feeling of not having an opponent is very boring. Since everyone else is dead, she has to keep playing with him. Who makes her an evil witch, she won’t use alcohol to quell her sorrows.

  (End of this chapter)