Harry Potter Morning Light

When seeing Harry Potter, his wife Ginny Potter must be indispensable. Pomona, the woman who tried to occupy the old house of the Black family, did not like her at all, but when Pomona saw Jamesy she was holding, Lisport's heart softened when she was in the Prophet. She is now the editor of the sports section of the Daily Prophet. She chose to leave her job to take care of her children. Looking at the feminine Ginny, Pomona was envious and jealous. She is still with a girl Same.

Are you coming with us, Ginny?

I'm afraid James has a cold, you guys can play. Ginny waved at them from the door.

Drive! Pomona flicked the rein, and the reindeer immediately galloped, and the Muggle children had disappeared after such a delay.

Have you read the paper, Harry? Hannah began to find something to say.

I saw it. Harry said after pondering for a moment, That can't be considered a prison escape, it's just that there are too many people in Azkaban, and we don't have enough people.

Have you not found a place to replace Azkaban? Hannah frowned.

This is a matter that the minister is worried about, and I can't help it. Harry said patiently, Can we change the subject?

Are you still playing Quidditch? Harry Potter, I heard you are very good at it. Pomona immediately asked stupidly.

Oh. Harry immediately showed interest. You like Quidditch too?

I'm more interested in Quidditch players.

Pomona rolled her eyes in her heart, but still smiled and said, I heard that the French team is the favorite to win the championship this year.

She expected Harry to start spouting about Quidditch, but instead he smiled and said, I haven't played much since school. I work in the Auror office.

Have you ever thought about becoming a Quidditch player? asked Pomona, who really didn't want him to be in such a dangerous profession.

Aurors need me more than Quidditch. Harry said decisively, Although Voldemort is gone, there are still all kinds of dark wizards active.

Why don't you protect your home, what if someone sneaks into your home? Hannah asked.

I'm going to use the Fidelity Charm like Bill, and I'll be the Secret Keeper myself, Harry said, but it's a very complicated spell, and I haven't learned it yet.

Bill Weasley was an excellent spellbreaker, and with Harry's mind and grades, it was very difficult for him to learn that spell.

Why don't you move to the house your godfather gave you? Pomona said helplessly, how much Sissy would hate her if she found out.

That place is exposed. Harry said helplessly. Can we talk about something else?

Pomona found it really hard to find a common language between a Gryffindor boy and two Hufflepuff girls.

Where's the hippogriff? Pomona asked.

It's at Hagrid's now, by the way, are you studying at Hogwarts? Harry immediately asked Miranda.

No. She said blankly, This world is not just Hogwarts, a school of wizardry.

Why don't you visit friends for New Years, Harry? Hannah said with a stiff smile.

It was originally planned, but something happened to Ron's family. Harry sighed. Hermione is going to work at the Ministry of Magic.

That's a good thing, Hannah said.

You don't know, Ron's mother always wanted Hermione to give birth to the baby before going out to work.

Pomona could imagine the scene at that time, it must have been a big fight and they broke up unhappy.

Do you know which department Hermione is going to work in? Hannah continued to ask.

Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts.

What! shouted Pomona and Hannah together.

Is there a problem? Harry looked dazed.

The Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts is the second largest department of the Ministry of Magic, and the largest is of course the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but it has now become a duel field, and Hermione will be torn apart by the beasts if she rushes in like this.

It's okay. Pomona decided not to worry about this problem. It was a very complicated game, and her head couldn't handle it.

I remember an employee in that department was killed, Hannah recalled.

That's right, but he's not an employee, he's the director of the Goblin Liaison Office, Deke Cresswell, who, like Hermione, was born as a Muggle, tried to prove his identity as a wizard by forging a family tree, but was rejected by Ebron. Te Runcorn exposed that Albert Lunkaw was the one I got into the Ministry of Magic and drank Polyjuice Potion, and Arthur questioned me at that time, no, it was him.” Harry sighed, “That’s what I don’t want The reason for returning to the Burrow.

Who's taking over the Goblin Liaison Office now? asked Pomona, who seemed to remember that Amers Diggory was also in that department.

Cormac, McLaggen. Harry sneered disdainfully. It seems that it is not a Slytherin patent for a father to arrange a position for his son.

Oh~ Pomona and Hannah showed disgusted expressions together.

Because Ron drank poisonous mead and was hospitalized, McLaggen became an alternate goalkeeper to play, but because he made a major mistake in the game with Hufflepuff, not only almost killed Harry Potter, but also knocked him off the broom It also ended up causing Gryffindor a fiasco, and even though he was handsome and strong, Hufflepuff's girls didn't like him very much.

The McLaggen family is also very prominent. He is the kind of megalomaniac who feels that all the women in the world belong to him, and that the woman he chooses should submit to his masculine charm. Knowing the reason why he was repeated, he finally won the final battle at Hogwarts. Everything went so smoothly for him. Compared with the troubled Draco, he is simply the lucky one favored by God.

You don't like him either? Harry said with a playful smile.

I heard he vomited Professor Snape all over at the Slug Club party. Hannah said with a disgusted face. I don't even know who is more disgusting.

That's because he ate dragon eggs. Harry said with a smug smile. That stuff smells really bad.

Poor Severus.

Pomona shook her head and let the reindeer run faster. At this time, they had already run to the church, and the sled was at the door, but there was no one on it, only the reindeer stood where it was.

Where did they go? Hannah stood up, looking around for the Muggle children.

Pomona looked up at the sky, the sky was covered with heavy snow and dark clouds, which made people feel quite depressing.

Harry Potter took out his wand at this time, his expression looked very serious, without the previous cunning.

So they also stopped together. There was nothing special about this small church, but there was a cemetery behind the church, where many ancient wizard families were buried, and ghost stories continued for many centuries.

Usually children can't enter the cemetery through the narrow door behind the church without the company of adults, but now there is no one around, it seems that they are going in to explore.

Many people were buried in this place, including Lily, James, Arianna, and Pomona's own daughter. Pomona suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to name her Lily Snape, and Harry would cry when he saw this name. Suspicious.

Why is it so cold... Hannah wrapped her clothes tightly, and the hot air she exhaled turned into water vapor.

Can you summon a Patronus? Harry asked sullenly.

I can, Hannah can't, Pomona replied.

So the brave Gryffindor boy stepped ahead of them both.

Help! They had just entered the cemetery through the narrow gate when they heard someone calling for help. Pomona looked at the sky and saw a dozen dementors hovering in midair.

The Muggles couldn't see them, two of the four kids were already down, and Harry called out his Patronus stag in no time, which pressed against the horns like the prongs had done in the Screaming Room, He rushed towards the cloaked monsters.

Looking at this Patronus, it's hard to recall fond memories.

Pomona thought deeply, then sighed, desperately searched for memories, and finally settled on the scene of her and the red-haired Lily feeding the swans by the river that summer.

It looks beautiful, especially the slender neck, just like the pendant on her neck at the moment.

Do you like Sherlock Holmes? said Lily, with her hands behind her back in the deerstalker hat, which was too big for her.

I like Watson better, Pomona replied. Sherlock is a lonely man, and Watson makes him human.

But Watson has no hat, said Lily. Don't you want to buy a hat?

In the end, Pomona was not very happy to buy the hat, and it was thrown into the space bag and almost never worn again.

Immediately afterwards, her memory changed rapidly again. She was wearing a moonlight-like dress and dancing with a person in black on the dance floor. Her steps were extremely light, not as elegant but clumsy as when floating in the water , she felt hot and was flying with joy.

Expecto Patronum.

When she finished the spell, the silvery gas that shot out from the end of her wand quickly turned into a swan, and it looked like a phoenix soaring high, and the dementors dodged when they saw it.

But the patron saint of swans followed them closely. It is not an animal that can only run on land. It is a bird that conquers the sky. When it is in the sky, it does not belong to anyone, including the queen.

Harry turned his head and looked at her strangely.

What? she asked coldly.

Your patron saint is a phoenix?

If you had eyes, you would be able to tell it was a swan! Pomona said angrily, Why are you still standing there, go and see how those children are doing!

Hannah ran first, and then Harry followed.

I should have taken you there last time. When they were all gone, Severus' voice sounded behind her.

How can I say that I am one of the deans of the Fourth Academy. Pomona said without looking back, Do you think I only know food magic?

How did you know it was silently attacking Diagon Alley?

I went to the record shop with Hannah to buy a record the other day, and it came crashing into the Leaky Cauldron from the Muggle side.

Bring that girl home later, we need to find a warm place to talk.

After saying that, Severus apparated, and she looked at Harry Potter, who was already a father in front of her. His movements of hugging the two Muggle children were extremely gentle, just like the one in the middle of the statue in the central square of the village. As beautiful as a woman holding a baby boy, kind and brave, and has a tolerant heart, he is the real angel.