MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 21 I'm too hard

  Chapter 21 I am too hard

  For teachers at Hogwarts in the first season, generally speaking, they will experience the following two situations:

  First, there are no new students who are lost everywhere in the classroom.

  Second, crying heartbreaking, clamoring for the new students who are going home.

Professor McGonagall has been teaching at Hogwarts for several years, and Pomona’s complaint she did not pay attention to. Although Pomona had cried like other freshmen, she was horrified. Lettering cried in fright. Generally speaking, she felt okay, and she did not break into pieces like she had been stepped on by a dragon.

  Ah, this is life. It can save or destroy a person. The colorful life feels very fresh at first, but soon you will find that it is actually messy and disorderly, and there is no pattern at all. If you don’t want to be driven crazy by it, find a place to throw away the things that make you upset and reluctant to throw it away. Throw the things in, let the overly colorful life return to monotonous and calm, then you will feel much more comfortable.

"Nick, I have something to ask you." Pomona spotted the ghost of Gryffindor in front of the tapestry on the eighth floor. Nick, who was almost headless, turned around. He put a finger in his neck, strenuously He straightened the stiff ring collar, and then grabbed his hair with his right hand. He put his head back as it was until the head with a part of the neck cut off almost fell off.

  "Good afternoon, young lady, is there anything I can do for you?"

He thought he had taken a hat, but Pomona felt it was disgusting. Hefpaff Code of Conduct Article 68, as long as the enemy is not pronouncing the relationship, he can smile. This is the most basic courtesy. , So Pomona drew a sweet smile at Niko who was almost headless, and said stupidly: "Dear Niko, do you know where there are banned books besides the library and Ravenclaw's lounge?"

   "Book?" Nicol flew lightly around a pillar, and then said, "If you look for it in the Gryffindor Tower, the sword should be easier to find."

  What else can she say?

  "You are not a human being. I can feel the breath of a forest fairy, but you are not a forest fairy either. Well, it's amazing."

  Niko rubbed his chin and floated to Pomona's side to observe carefully.

   "No one calls them fairies anymore." Pomona corrected Niko.

   "But that's how I called that kind of magical creature in my time, ah, when I think about it, I don't know where the banned books you said are there, but I do know where there are old books."

   "Really?" Pomona was very happy. Almost all the banned books are old medieval books, which happens to be the "tell me where I am?" from Nicol's time.

   "Did you see the tapestry? You concentrate on thinking about where you need it, and after walking through that section of the wall three times, you will see a door opposite the tapestry. Walk in and you will find what you want."

  Pomona looked in the direction Nicol was pointing. There was nothing on the wall, and he had already flown away when she looked back and wanted to ask Nicol again.

Even the kids who grew up in the wizarding world felt that Hogwarts had too many secrets. Taking a deep breath, Pomona finally imagined the room with old books as Niko said, and walked back and forth three times. A burst of white light flashed, and an old wooden door appeared on the empty wall. The knockers on the door were two badgers, which looked very Hefpaff style.

"I didn't find Helga's room." She thought whimsically, and gently opened the door. The space inside was surprisingly large. It was at least two stories high, and the area could almost fit. In the two restaurants, there is a mountain of books in such a huge space. Maybe it is called the house elves of Hogwarts. It should be cleaned up after hundreds of years.

  She doesn't remember the name of the book Pomona is looking for. She has only seen it in a document, which speaks the language of plants.

  Animals can scream when they have their mouths, but how can plants speak without that kind of organs? You have to ask the mandela grass, as long as someone pulls it out of the basin, it can be called vigorously.

  She took out her magic wand "Talking plants are flying here."

  Shushan did not respond.

   "The language of plants flies."

  Shushan still did not respond.

   "How to communicate with plants and fly."

   "The secrets of plants are flying."

   "The whispers of the plants fly in."

  She persisted for about half an hour, until she felt that there was a problem with her flying curse. This method didn't work, she had to know the correct title to find the book she wanted.

Knowledge is like the ocean. If you are not careful, you will be drowned. Pomona doesn’t know how many old textbooks there are in these books. If she calls her the wrong name and a mountain of books presses her over, she may become Hogwar. This is the first student in history to be crushed to death by books.

"Why do you want to plant a willow at this time?" Pomona was very confused. When the tree was in trouble, no student would dare to approach it in the future. In fact, they can also do all kinds of things during the holidays. The professor of herbal medicine is not there, and there are other people in the wizarding world who can consult. What does Dumbledore want to do with so much trouble?

   "How to take care of Liu Feilai!" she said indiscriminately. She didn't expect that there would be a reaction in the book mountain, but the book was hidden in the depths of the book mountain, and it seemed that it would not be easy to fly out.

How to do?

   "Separate left and right!" She pointed to the corner of Shushan, and a stack of books separated from Shushan.

"Separate left and right!" She pointed to the side. More books were separated from Shushan, so she repeated this four or five times, and Shushan finally showed signs of collapse, so she stayed away and watched. To fall down.

  The dust accumulated for centuries floated up and made her feel ashamed. Just as she was busy waving away the dust with her sleeves, a curly and yellow old book fell to her feet.

She stooped to pick it up and wiped the dust off it. On the cover, the words "How to Take Care of the Willow" were written in swashes, but the book was handwritten and the pages were not parchment. , But papyrus, a paper that originated in Egypt and is no longer used by anyone now.

  "Please, don't be hieroglyphs!" Pomona prayed heartily, and then gritted her teeth and opened the book, which was in English, fortunately.

  Wizards are like this. They are mysterious. Sometimes to show off their knowledge, they will use lost text to encrypt their notes. In this case, scholars have to decrypt them, which is a waste of time.

   Just then, she heard a hoarse voice coming from the room.

  It sounded like a whisper, but she couldn't understand the language at all. From time to time she made a "hiss" sound, just like a snake. This sound made her tremble involuntarily.

She saw a ghost just now, but the monster hidden in this huge empty room is not as visible as a pearl white ghost. People may not be afraid of "ghosts" but the unknown. Even wizards have encountered unexplainable things. Strange phenomenon.

  If she was a brave Gryffindor, she would hold her magic wand to find out what made this sound.

  If she is Ravenclaw who is curious about knowledge, she will analyze why this happened.

  If she is the arrogant and powerful Slytherin, she will let the overweight thing see the power of black magic.

  But she was just a stupid girl from Hefpaff, so she turned around and ran away at the fastest speed in her life.

  Article 69 of the Hefpaff Code of Conduct, you can only trust your intuition when making a hasty decision.

  Pomona is sure that the stuff that I don’t know is can’t be offended by herself. If she doesn’t run at this time, when will she wait?

  (End of this chapter)