Harry Potter Morning Light

Here you are, I think you might need it right now.

Teri Boot handed Harry a cup of onion-flavored drink that smelt so horribly that the poor Mr. Savior was almost fainting from the fumes.

This was the Goldigan tea that Luna used to drink, and it was guaranteed to make you reluctant to try it again after drinking it once, but it did keep your mind clear, especially in the weary time of the morning.

Thank you, Terry. Harry took the cup of tea, hesitant to drink it.

I know the sobriety potion is better than it, but it's better to drink less of that potion. Terry took a sip of the Goldigan tea, his features wrinkled from the terrible taste.

Terry was one of the four Ravenclaws who took the NEWT-level potions class in the sixth year, and of course he knew that the waking potion contained chamaejasma aconitum, which was harmful to the human body.

I really hope that after drinking it, I can stop the big mouth ball fish. Harry stared at the reporter not far away. He was holding an automatic recording quill just like Litaquist. The crowd asked this and that.

I'm sorry. Terry said in embarrassment. I just thought it would be embarrassing if I didn't shout something just now.

It's not your problem, Terry, it's me asking the wrong question. Harry closed his eyes and took a swig of the Goldigan tea, which tasted so good that he woke up.

When they were young, they all felt that it was not a big problem to call DA Dumbledore's Army. Albus Dumbledore didn't even bother with the position of Minister of Magic. How could he organize people to plot rebellion.

Now that they're all grown up and know what's at stake, Calvin, head of the Auror Office, is as popular as Kingsley, and Ernie has quit the Auror Office and is no longer in that circle.

The vast majority of people stopped studying after passing the OWLS exam. The only person Hufflepuff took in the Advanced Potions class was Ernie McMillan. He shared a table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Leitling's four formed a table.

Thanks to the book of the Half-Blood Prince, Harry got Felicia, but it was also the magic spell in that book that made Draco Malfoy seriously injured. In the house, he originally thought it had been destroyed by the fire, but when he was sorting out Dobby's belongings, he found the book again.

The abbreviation of OWLS is like an owl, and the NEWT exam is a salamander. When he first went to Diagon Alley to buy pets, the female shopkeeper was introducing a method of raising two-tailed salamanders to the guests. It was actually a kind of A cool pet, but at the time he was ignorant of the wizarding world and ended up buying Hedwig as his pet.

It died protecting him in the Battle of the Seven Potters, and besides, a family really needs a pet, and Ginny's pet puff is not for a boy.

Do you know why so many people in Hufflepuff didn't take the Advanced Potions class? Terry seemed to remember something interesting, When you were in fifth grade, Professor Snape gave you separate Potions classes. You look like you're dying, they don't want to die reading.

Oh. Harry's eyes widened in surprise. No one ever told me that.

I heard from the girls that you are actually very suitable for wearing Slytherin uniforms. The lake green suits your eyes very well.

Harry quickly took a swig of Goldigan tea, retching as if he was about to throw up.

Neville actually said that the color of that team uniform is green onion. Terry said as if he was asking himself a question while drinking Goldigan tea, No wonder Malfoy would use the Leg-locking Curse on him.

Harry stared in horror at Teri Boot, who was drinking Goldigan tea as calmly as black tea, and then looked away.

Professor Sprout invited Neville and the fake Mad-Eye to tea. Harry looked at the unburned devil's nets and said, I invited them to drink in the greenhouse, with sunshine, desserts and the smell of flowers.

Have you had tea in Professor Snape's cellar? Terry asked.

In fourth grade he said he was going to poison the students and I think he was only going to serve Goldigan tea.

Harry imagined drinking Goldigan tea with Snape in the jar cellar strewn with animal carcasses, whether the Potions Master offered treats that looked delicious, or a Deathday dinner with ghosts He wouldn't touch anything as disgusting as the maggot-infested food on offer.

Being alone with Snape was an absolute nightmare, I couldn't believe how many women wanted to have dinner with him.

Siris is much better. Harry recalled the article in The Quibbler, where a woman claimed that Sirius was having a candlelight dinner with herself the night Sirius killed twelve Muggles. Sirius Black was very handsome, with a pair of Charming gray eyes, and a good joker, even the most wanted photos look better than Snape.

Have you had tea with Sirius? Terry asked with interest.

No, he prefers to encourage me to drink.

Minors in the United States are not allowed to drink alcoholic beverages. Terry said with emotion, They still say they are a free country.

In the 1920s, the United States once issued a ban on alcohol, and people over the age of 21 can buy alcohol, and they need to show proof of age, and they can only buy it in limited places. This allows many people to see business opportunities, especially gangsters. They even used a submachine gun called a Chicago Typewriter during the fight.

There are many rumors that Terry Boot is the adopted son of Isolt Thayer, a descendant of Weber Setter. He really knows a lot about the situation in the United States, and it is this spirit of freedom of speech that makes him At that very inappropriate moment just now, such a sentence suddenly popped up.

I heard that Professor Sprout and Neville will be at the Malfoy's Halloween party, said Harry.

Slytherin did make a contribution in the Second Wizarding War. When you destroyed the Slytherin locket, it was Professor Snape who brought you the sword of Gryffindor, and Mrs. Malfoy also saved took your life.

I know.

The Law Enforcement Department is too strict on pure-blood families. Why should the case of Marlene McKinnon be brought up again? Terry looked at the Director of the Law Enforcement Department in front of him.

Arthur told me you can't let people who do bad things go unpunished.

It's a bad idea, Harry. Now public opinion is overwhelmingly against Death Eaters. Professor Snape used to be a Death Eater. You should give them justice.

Can you stop talking about him? Harry said irritably, and then another sharp pain came from the scar on his forehead.

Are you allergic to Goldigan? Terry asked nervously.

Harry ignored Terry, and he staggered to a deserted place, leaning on a tree to catch his breath.

You shouldn't be alone, Harry Potter, said a man with a thick accent in the dark.

Who's there? Harry pointed his wand in the direction of the voice.

A gray-haired old horseman stepped out of the dense fog and darkness. His body was not as strong as the young horseman's, and his muscles were like slack water bags.

The trees are very angry. They think you don't understand what is polite.

You guys said the spiders have affected your lives, said Harry. What do you really want?

Before you built a castle here, we lived here. Would you like to hear some advice from me? said the old horseman.

You can talk to the horse man's office.

The old horseman laughed.

You have doubts in your heart, Harry Potter, do you really want to find out whether you are from Hogwarts or from the Ministry of Magic?

Harry said nothing.

Everyone who enters the Ministry of Magic was once a student of Hogwarts, even Doris Umbridge. What made them become what they are now? The old horse man stroked a tree, The eyes were full of affection, and the force that made Harry's scar sting sharply faded away.

We won't talk to people in the centaur's office, we'll only communicate with people who are really wise. The old horse man lowered his hand from the tree trunk, stared at Harry Potter with his gray-blue eyes, and then Backwards and disappeared into the darkness again.