MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2775 Lament of the Moon (8)

  Chapter 2775 Lament of the Moon (8)

   "Professor, professor."

  Pomona is dreaming. She dreams that Professor Graplan is calling herself "Professor".

   "Get up," Graplan said.

   "What time is it?" Pomona asked in a daze.

   "Emergency." Graplan threw her coat over.

   "What's the emergency?" Pomona got up from the bed and said wearily.

   "There's a Muggle-born female student under the Dark Arts, and the headmaster is in the hospital wing," Graplan said.

   "Is it from our college?" Pomona asked, rubbing her eyes.

   "No, it's from Gryffindor College."

  Pomona wanted to fall back on the bed immediately, why would she go to the medical wing if she wasn't from her college?

   Still Graplan dragged her out of bed.

   And just like that, she arrived at the hospital wing with Graplan at three o'clock in the morning, wearing a dressing gown and bunny slippers.

  The victim's name was Mary Macdonald. Before she reached her bedside, Pomona heard her crying. Dumbledore and Minerva were standing by her bedside.

   "This is really too much." Minerva said angrily.

   "Be safe and don't be impatient." Dumbledore comforted her.

   "Professor," Pomona said.

  Dumbledore turned around when he heard her voice, and it was at this moment that Pomona saw Mary MacDonald. Her mouth was "split" and the corners of her mouth almost reached the ears, looking like a monster.

  Pomona subconsciously stopped, and her actions made Mary even more sad.

   "You are here, Professor." Dumbledore said calmly.

   "What's wrong with her?" Pomona asked subconsciously.

   "Grinning cursed by Mulciber and Avery in Slytherin," Minerva said angrily.

   These two were Death Eater reservists, and Pomona felt that Mary was lucky to be alive. Maybe they still remembered that they couldn't kill people at will like outside the school, and no one disposed of the corpse.

"professor."

  Pomona turned her head and saw Filch coming with a lamp.

   "Where's Professor Slughorn?" Albus asked.

   "He said such a little curse would not come if you were around," Filch said.

  Pomona looked at the "little curse" on Mary's face, she couldn't cover her mouth with both hands.

   "You go and tell him we can't do without him," Albus said to Filch.

"but."

   "No but, Mr. Filch!" Minerva raised her voice and said, "Go and call the Head of Slytherin!"

  Filch reluctantly had to leave.

Pomona looked at Mary MacDonald, heard that she liked Sirius, and urged Lily to accept James Potter so that she and Lily could have a "foursome date" with James and Sirius. ".

   "Professor," said Albus softly.

   "What did you call me here for, Albus?" Pomona said indifferently.

  Head of Slytherin is not in a hurry, why did he wake her up in the middle of the night?

   "If the school hospital can't cure Miss MacDonald's spell, we'll have to send her to St. Mungo's," Graplan said.

  Pomona thinks there is nothing wrong with this, isn't it a matter of course?

   "This way the outside world will know that someone in the school uses black magic." Graplan said in Pomona's ear.

   "Oh." Pomona reacted, this is a vicious event, if Mary leaves permanent irreversible "damage".

   "Where's Felius?" Pomona asked.

   "If Horace can't solve it, go to him again." Minerva said seriously.

   After a while, Slughorn came to the medical wing slowly, wearing a nightgown and with a big belly.

   "You look for me, principal."

   "Look, please." Dumbledore turned sideways, allowing Slughorn to look at Mary.

   "Who did this? Miss Max," said Slughorn.

   "She can't speak." Minerva said coldly, "I think the most urgent thing is to cure Miss MacDonald's curse than to pursue responsibility."

   Slughorn moved slowly.

  Pomona saw Slughorn coming and didn't want to meddle in this business.

   "Do you still remember that after the Chamber of Secrets was opened 30 years ago, a Muggle seed died?" Graplan reminded, "The school was almost closed, and the principal resigned so that people outside the school did not raise doubts."

  Pomona looked Albus in the eye.

  He looked at her softly.

   "Do you know what you're going to do?" Albus asked.

  If Pomona is a student, she just needs to take care of herself and not spread what she sees.

   "Yes, Headmaster," said Pomona softly.

   Then Albus stopped looking at her and turned his gaze to Mary.

  The crux of the problem is Dumbledore, like the king on the chessboard, all the pieces are not only for winning, but also sacrifice themselves to protect the king when necessary.

  Pomona really woke up at this time. Avery and Mulburn would probably publicize what they had done after they returned to the Slytherin dormitory, and breakfast the next morning was the easiest time for "news" to spread.

  Although she would like to add some potion to their coffee to make them shut up, it is better to use other "news" to overshadow their influence. Children are not like adults, except for those who are "precocious" like Mary, and they value things differently from adults.

  Maybe she can hold a quiz with prizes, and the prize is a new type of flying broomstick. Although children can buy an identical one from their parents, the meaning of what they win is different from what their parents buy.

   It’s just that this will be too deliberate, and not everyone is interested in prize quiz, how should she create puzzles?

   That is, it should not be too difficult to discourage people who really want to fly a broomstick, and it should not be too simple so that people can easily untie it.

   "What now, Professor?" Graplan asked.

   "I want to buy a broomstick." Pomona said "Can you run for me?"

   "May I ask why?" Graplan asked.

  Pomona told her her plan.

   Graplan had no objection, and went to London that night to buy the latest broom.

   Pomona, on the other hand, continued to think about how to come up with a question until dawn.

  At the end of the 17th century, there was a Frenchman named Dimove, whose family came to England because Louis XIV abolished the Edict of Nantes. Their family is very poor, and even though Demove is very good at mathematics, he still has to make a living by tutoring people in mathematics.

  At that time, Isaac Newton had already published gravity, and calculus was also accepted, but not everyone could understand the calculus he explained, which made the profession of mathematician teaching very popular.

De Moffer was often too busy to read Newton's books, so he could only read them for a while while drinking coffee in a cafe. One day he happened to go to the cafe where Newton often went, so the two met and gradually became friends. friend.

  Of course Pomona will not let the little wizards solve calculus. Demove and Newton also love to play chess, but not everyone can play chess and sit down patiently.

   She likes a poem written by de Mover:

  Who taught that spider, without the aid of a straight line or a ruler, to draw parallel lines, as sure as de Move.

  In addition to being a mathematics tutor, Di Moffer also makes a living as a consultant for gamblers. Gambling is a game of probability theory, so Di Moffer has made significant contributions to probability theory.

  So Pomona designed a competition, whoever can make the spider he raises run to the finish line first will be the winner of the broomstick.

  The track is in the courtyard that has been abandoned for a long time. The students must first clean up the weeds in the courtyard, and then they can sort out the spider track according to the drawings given by Graplan.

They had a lot of fun, and someone also found a "grass dragon" in the grass. It turned out to be a hedge, but after being enchanted by someone, it turned into a moving dragon. When magic was applied to it, it could "breathe fire" .

   At the end of the game, Mary was also released from the hospital, and no one except Lily Evans remembered what happened to Mary.

  The final winner was Buddy Crouch Jr. Since he usually had no sense of presence, it was only then that people realized that the son of the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic was actually studying at Hogwarts.

   "Why are you here, Dolan?" Pomona asked.

   "I came to this place according to the instructions of the star." Dolan said.

   "Where are you taking us?" Pomona asked.

   "No, it's not me." Dolan took off the necklace around his neck, and the fire magic that ignited the divination spice appeared in his palm.

   Just as Pomona, Frank, and Alice were confused, a butterfly formed of light flew out of the stone.

  It flapped its wings, as conspicuous as a flame in the dark, leaving a band of light wherever it passed.

   "Follow it," Dolan said, putting the stone back around his neck. "I'll go with you."

  So two humans, a mixed-race Veela, and a centaur walked into the depths of the dark forest together with the light butterfly.

  (end of this chapter)