Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 281

When I was a child, Draco Malfoy was especially suitable for strawberry cream cakes. Slytherin’s seat was determined. Unlike other colleges, Pomona would specially ask the house elves to put brightly colored cakes on their own. In front of him.

White-blonde hair, green Slytherin robe, blue eyes, red strawberries, smooth hair Young Master Malfoy was colored in childhood, and every time he sees Pomona at the table, he feels very emotional. it is good. However, after he reached the sixth grade, he was dressed in black like his godfather, just as the sunlight suddenly disappeared from him. Pomona hoped that he could turn into color again. Astonia just reached a consensus with her. Seeing that The cute little dragon woman can't help but want to pet him.

Christmas refreshments are usually turkey sandwiches, scones, wine-dipped jam puddings and Christmas cakes. Occasionally, they are replaced with gravy. Although she can’t prepare a banquet-rich meal due to the rush of time, there are elf honey ones. To help her prepare a decent table of dishes. The rice with gravy is steaming hot, the dessert is marmalade pudding, there is a piece of Easter ham that was cured yesterday, and it smells fragrant after being topped with mint juice. Adults can drink, but in order to avoid Draco Drinking too much, Pomona replaced the table wine with eggnog, and the dinner looked very Christmas, as if they were still celebrating the festival.

   "Do you usually eat like this?" Hermione looked at the table full of food and said in disbelief.

   "It's not always like this." Pomona said with a smile, "Today is your first day at work again. Congratulations."

  Master Malfoy snorted coldly, his cold goldfish eyes narrowed into a line, and he raised his glass and took a sip of eggnog. His godfather was still the same as before. He didn't like talking when eating, except for Quirrell.

Severus likes others to flatter him. Quirrell kept expressing his admiration for Dean Slytherin at Harry’s freshman banquet. Chatting with people during dinner is as strange as a rooster lays eggs.

In the past, the Slytherin basilisk always complained that the pipes in the school were too narrow. Otherwise, there were too few rats and it could not eat enough. After Quirrell came, he began to say "tear", "crush", Words like "kill" have become very dangerous since the second half of Harry's first grade. The careless Harry never thought that the face behind Quirrell's head was Voldemort himself. He could also command the basilisk. Young Master Draco was completely ignorant and ignorant. During the summer vacation of the first grade, he went to an unmanned school to experience the feeling of being a "castle master". As a result, he met Barrow the **** man. Not only was he frightened, he was also surprised by Lu Xiu. After a beating, Dobby, the house elf, also became nervous, and he actually began to yearn for freedom.

   "How do you think of bibimbap?" Hermione asked.

"This is what we ate when we went to Tibet. The food served in the camp was this." Pomona sighed. The chef who distributed the food at the time looked at her and Severus as if looking at a rice bucket. Who I can think of the human fire magic recommended by the fire archmage Dumbledore so bad.

  "Have you been to China?" Hermione asked with interest.

"I have been there once, and stayed for a while." Pomona stared at the former Death Eater opposite. "At that time, a Mongolian wizard told us that Kabbah had moved from Japan to Mongolia for no reason, and Harry said it was in a book. The writing was different. He also questioned that the professor hadn't read the book where the magical beasts were."

   "Oh." Hermione looked at the food on the plate with weird expression.

"Books are not always right. Knowledge needs to be updated constantly. I remember that book has been revised fifty times. Severus has read every edition. He is a bookworm like you. You can't pass her. Of course, Draco."

  "When did the exam fail to be an advantage?" Severus opened his mouth.

   "It's not that good test scores mean everything. The twins' owls scores are not as good as Passy. Do you think George and Fred are smarter or stupid than Passy?"

   "What is comparable to this?" Severus complained incredulously.

   "I mean, good reading doesn't mean everything, Draco is very good in other aspects."

   "Like what?" He stared into her eyes more seriously.

"He's Quidditch pretty good, almost tied with Harry, and he's good at reading, almost like Hermione. He has a better overall quality than the two of them, but he didn't rank first in sports or reading." Mona looked at her godson with satisfaction. "Not to mention that he is so handsome. It is only natural that a girl likes him."

  Draco was a little proud, then smiled pretentiously, took the spoon and ate the gravy bibimbap.

   "Don't spoil him, it's enough to have Narcissa Malfoy." Severus said ugly.

   "Yes, he always likes to talk about my father." Hermione agreed with the enemy.

"Hermione, do you look down on pure blood like Dean Thomas?" Pomona said with a cold face. "The pure blood Neville, Crabbe, and Gore you have come into contact with are all mediocre, but pure blood is powerful. You haven't really come into contact with it, because you don't have a deep understanding of the wizarding community, and even the Weasleys have their strengths."

   "Which aspect? Is it particularly capable of giving birth?" Draco said sarcastically.

"Draco, don't humiliate people in this regard. It will make you look very rude. It is very bad to swear." Pomona said immediately. "If it wasn't because Ron's wand broke the spell and rebounded, change it. You spit a slug."

   "Oh~"

  Draco and Hermione showed disgusting expressions together, Severus's eyes were so profound, it made her feel flustered.

  Pomona took a sip of eggnog, avoiding Severus’s eyes. "Fortunately, he was not magical at the time, so he could wait for him to spit out the slug."

   "I thought about curing him, but his wand broke." Hermione shook her head and said, "Ron uses everything second-hand."

"That's because Molly and Arthur don't care about him at all. How can a second-hand wand be used?" She kicked her "cute" husband under the table. "Each wand is unique. The magic effect of your own wand will be greatly reduced. Although the wizard is killed or disarmed during the duel, the wand’s allegiance will change, but it still has a little loyalty to the original owner. Only the old wand is the least It is always calm and cruel if you understand feelings. When choosing the owner only considers ability, Draco is recognized by the old magic wand. I think this is the most incredible part. If Draco is really mediocre, the old magic wand will not Choose it, but the one who killed Dumbledore, Severus Snape, the Dean of Slytherin, but the result is obvious. It chose a better one. Do you know why?"

   "Because Malfoy is pure blood?" Hermione whispered, but Pomona didn't care at all, she was staring at those evil smiling eyes.

  Severus’ wand is made of birch, which is the oldest tree in the forest, and is often used to drive away ancient dead, with a sacred and beautiful temperament.

  But the person who uses this wand is an ugly dark wizard, what a contradictory and confusing combination.

"You want to say that the Weasleys are more capable of resisting black magic than others, right?" Severus curled his mouth and said slowly, "Lockhart was bounced back by his Forgotten Curse and stayed in Saint Mang forever. Ge, Arthur was bitten by Nagini and could be saved, but I was dead."

"But you're still alive, Severus, sit with us and enjoy dinner." She rubbed his trouser legs with an ankle lightly. "When I lived in seclusion, I thought it was myself dreaming, or a mental disorder and hallucinations. , But now Draco and Hermione can help me prove that you are indeed alive, can you tell me, Hermione Granger, were you there at the dock that day?"

"Yes, it is."

   "Why didn't you save him?"

  Hermione did not answer.

"You watched him die, dear, the man who taught you a lot of knowledge. I know that Muggles have never respected the teacher, but in the wizarding world, I pass it to Neville and no one dares to question me. The decision, even if Neville is not Hefpaff College, and is not my best student, no one with Neville’s Hefpaff dare to question my decision, only people outside the school can, you are a Muggle species There is no foundation in the wizarding world, and there is no money. What’s worse is that you are still a woman. If you want to excel, you have to work harder. But you still have an advantage, that is, you and Kingsley Shaker are very good. Familiar, you and him are both members of the Order of the Phoenix. Have you ever thought of using a pass to let him give you the position of Minister of Magic?"

   "No." Hermione shook her head.

"Because you are thinking of things in Muggle thinking, the prime minister is elected by election, right?" Pomona smiled and looked at Hermione. "You are a wizard, Hermione Granger. Don't be like a Muggle. The politician’s rhetoric fooled, what are you going to do after dinner? Watching TV?"

   "No." Hermione pursed her lips and said palely, "I want to continue learning Occlumency."

   Then she turned her gaze to Severus Snape, "Please teach me, professor."

   "I won't be merciful because you are a girl." Severus smiled happily and said slowly.

   "I want to keep the secret, but the professor said that if I don't meet your requirements, she will clean up those memories." Hermione lowered her head, not daring to look at those unfathomable eyes.

   "I'll think about it." Severus said coldly, then glanced at Pomona, and then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

  Draco quickly scanned the expressions on everyone's face, and continued to eat his dinner.

  No one spoke during this meal, just as quiet as he hoped.

  It’s much happier to have dinner with Sirius. After dinner, she can dance with the three of Lupin, but it’s a pity that she chose it herself.

  Now she is his "prison buddy".

  She only hopes that she will not become so gloomy like him. She wants to keep the color and cannot be turned into black and white by him like little Malfoy. It really complies with the old Chinese saying, near Zhu is red, near ink is black.

  (End of this chapter)