Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1183 Futurelooksgood

  Albus was assassinated, although Ron Weasley was eventually hospitalized.

Before the incident spread in the school, Madam Pomfrey told Pomona that Albus didn't seem to want to pursue who was the real murderer, nor did he plant the charge on Horace Slughorn. The plan on the head.

  He wanted to make such a big thing smaller and let it disappear without a trace.

To accomplish this goal requires the support of the deans of several colleges. Gryffindor’s situation is more troublesome because the cause of this incident was that a girl secretly brought the ecstasy into the school. If it is not handled properly, the girl may Will be expelled.

  Not everyone will be as lucky as Scamander after being expelled. The vast majority of people will be impoverished and end up in a place like Knockout Alley.

  Or worse, a pure-blood wizard will definitely not find a Muggle even if she is looking for a mistress. It is sad that a witch has fallen to that point, but everyone has to bear the consequences for their actions when they do things.

  Although Pomona understands that Albus hopes that she can moderate Hefpaff who likes to spread rumors, she still can't help looking for him.

  Murder is not a trivial matter, even if it was an attempted murder, if Harry hadn’t thought of saving Ron Weasley with a dung rock at the time, Hogwarts would be murdered.

  This is the first murder case in school since the secret room incident, not to mention the "deceased" is Ron, Harry's best friend.

  Of course, Ron is still alive, but as long as the murderer is not caught, the danger still exists, and Albus can’t just leave it alone.

  She hurriedly came to the principal’s office from the medical wing, knocked on the door symbolically, and went in. Albus was immersed in writing behind her desk.

   "I heard that you were almost assassinated." Pomona said angrily, "Do you know who did it?"

  Albus put down his pen.

   "I didn't expect you to come." The old wizard said in a tired voice, "Severus told you?"

   "No, why do you think he told me?"

   "I told him not to let the news leak, maybe he needs your help." Albus said in a calm but weird tone.

  She feels terribly uncomfortable.

  "Are you still angry?" Pomona asked.

  "Why are you angry?" Albus asked.

  She couldn't say it.

  "You don't want to catch the murderer?" Pomona asked, "It would be a hidden danger to let him stay in the castle."

   "No, I don't want to." Albus folded up what he wrote and put it in an envelope.

  Pomona looked at his black, withered hand. It looked terrible, and it was still spreading. It seemed that nothing could stop it.

"tell me why?"

   "Did no one tell you the most basic courtesy? What do you want to say when you ask someone to do something?" Albus said viciously.

  She was very angry and turned around and was about to leave.

"This is the art of domination, Pomona." Albus said calmly, and his tone became normal this time. "In terms of personal safety, I also think that drastic measures should be taken, but I do not intend to I can sleep peacefully and destroy the current situation."

   "What can happen now?" Pomona asked.

"They would think I was scared. Those who conspired against me, in the words of a Muggle emperor, said,'I am not afraid of the conspirators who get up at nine o'clock in the morning and put on a clean shirt.'" Albus slowly He stood up and tried to pace around the office as usual, but he was already struggling just barely standing with his hands on the desk.

   "Don't be brave, Albus."

"You have to know the importance of this." Albus said. "The Muggle emperor I was talking about was named Napoleon. I think you should know him. On Christmas Day in 1800, he had an appointment with his wife. Josephine and Josephine's daughter drove two carriages back to the opera house to listen to the opera. When the carriage passed through a narrow alley, the coachman found an empty carriage without horses parked inside, so they had to stop and put the empty carriage. Stopped aside, then the coachman swung his whip to make the carriage drive away quickly. The coachman wanted to drive forward, but this act saved Napoleon's life. The explosive exploded between the first and second carriage, killing him. There were more than 20 passers-by, but Napoleon’s family was fine. Napoleon did not turn back. He went to the opera house and entered his usual box. He calmly told the people around that someone was going to kill him. Then, he loved the people around him. Someone gave him a program list. That night, he played Maiton’s new work "Genesis". Napoleon was very calm, not at all like someone who was assassinated just now. He was only in his 30s at that time, and I was already I'm over 150 years old, why should I behave more uncomfortable than a young man?"

   Pomona’s brain full of question marks.

"The situation in France at the time was very bad. There were a lot of hidden conspiracies and possible consequences. We either forgive the criminal and do nothing like Augustus, or we take strict measures to ensure that Order and stability, and mere expulsion is far from enough. That means I will send a student who has left society and is underage to Azkaban and let him die wildly surrounded by dementors. "

  Albus shook his head, "Don't worry about it, Severus will take care of the other things, you just don't need to let the rumors spread in the school."

   "You said so much, in fact, to protect Romida Vanni?" Pomona asked, "because she used ecstasy."

   "It's not just Romida Wanni." Albus said, "I want to protect all of you."

   "Then you should know that she can't help but accept any punishment." Pomona said harshly, "If you do something wrong, you will be responsible for your actions. This is also part of'teaching'.

   "You look like Doris Umbridge like this." Albus smiled and said, "Are you going to let Filch whip her?"

  Pomona was so angry.

   "Why can you still laugh?" She said in a bad mood.

   "There is only one life, so why not be happy." Albus tried to open a lemon snow treasure and put it in his mouth, but his stiff hand made it difficult for him to do such a simple thing.

  Pomona didn’t feel that a magic wand was needed to open a candy bag, so she walked over to help him open it, and put the lemon snow treasure to his mouth.

  Albus did not eat, his blue eyes looked at her straight through his half-moon glasses.

   "Did the Triwizard Tournament start on Christmas?" Albus looked into her eyes and said, "I thought he would go back after the prom."

   "Igor Karkaroff pestered him." Pomona replied calmly, "He just wanted to find a place to rest for me."

   "Then you opened the door for him." Albus sighed, "Does he make you happy?"

   "More than happiness." She firmly said, "Have you ever fallen in love with a woman?"

  Albus felt disappointed in his eyes.

  Maybe she is also a stupid woman in his eyes.

  She put the peeled candy on his desk.

   "I will do as you say." She whispered, then turned and left.

"I hope you can understand one day." Just as she was about to open the door and leave, Albus said loudly behind her. "Love does not always bring sweetness. It can sometimes hurt people more than any other curse. The pain caused by poison is even more."

   "How do you know this?" Pomona looked back at the wizard with silver hair and funny star robes. "You haven't loved anyone."

  After speaking, she left the principal's office and closed the door easily.

   "What do you want to tell me, British?" Napoleon Bonaparte was standing at a simple round table in the study for dinner, as written in a biography. There is only one soup, two different types of grilled meat, one fried fish, two bread rolls and a small plate of macarons.

His meals are too simple to be called hearty, but Napoleon always remembers to eat on time. He is always worried about his family inherited stomach problems, which is completely different from a guy who always forgets to eat when doing experiments, let alone eating. As a ceremony, a meal would take three hours for the Bourbon royal family.

   "You heard that you have made a lot of money in Egypt this time." Severus smiled complimentarily.

"It depends on what you are talking about." Napoleon said while quacking and chewing on the fried fish. "What on earth do you want to do, British? If you turn around and leave immediately, I haven't touched me for 16 months. The wife’s bed."

  In the study, a young military officer gave out a chuckle of laughter.

   Those who can enter the study at this time should be Napoleon’s henchmen, and Pomona tries to connect these seemingly casual young people with the people in the portrait.

"Last year when you returned from Italy, you received a heroic hospitality, but this time the Senate seemed to be very dissatisfied with you returning home without authorization. They really didn't hold a banquet for you." Severus said, "I understand that feeling. Soldiers will find ways to treat them well when they are needed. Once the crisis is over, the soldiers will become a threat..."

"I know what's wrong." Gonsey whispered in Pomona's ear. "Napoleon did not live in the Tuileries when he returned from Egypt. He returned to Julie's mansion late at night. Seffin was not at home, she hooked up with a young officer."

   "Oh!" Pomona covered her mouth, not letting herself exclaim.

   "Napoleon locked Josephine outside. It was late at night. She was crying outside the door and begging for a long time before Napoleon let her in."

  Pomona looked out the window, the sun was very bright at the moment, it was clearly noon.

   "This palace is not a memory, it may be Napoleon's daydream, we are in his dream." Gon Saiyi said.

   "But it doesn't look like a fake here." Pomona looked around.

   Then a biting chill rose from behind her.

  Severus was looking at her and Gonsey with terrible eyes.

   "What did he just say?" Napoleon asked Gonsei.

  "Have you encountered gods and ghosts in Egypt? General." Gonsey said in French, "There is also Pharaoh's curse or something."

  Napoleon opened his eyes wide.

  "They are wizards, they see your future from the crystal ball." Gong Saiyi said.

   "The wizard?" Napoleon looked at Severus with interest. "That's the wizard?"

  "British wizards don't wear the same clothes as Gypsies." Gong Saiyi shook his head. "But their dressing habits are like this. They are free and undisciplined and strange. Even in Paris, they don't know how to dress.

   "Okay." Napoleon was a little shocked, but he was still very interested and said "What did they see?"

   "You were assassinated because of your dictatorship."

   "This is not news anymore." The young officer who laughed a moment ago said, "You want to cheat money on this basis?"

   "No, Murat, listen to them." Napoleon smiled and said, "Did they say when I will be assassinated?"

  "Christmas next year."

  The young officer called Murat laughed, but Napoleon laughed.

"They're here to deliver the good news, Murat, didn't you hear it? I will be the ruler next year, not a prisoner. We will succeed this time." Napoleon kept a black curly hair like a poodle, as if The not-so-smart officer said, and then Napoleon looked at Gonsai again. "What kind of reward do they want? Even though, we just raised a lot of money."

  Pomona curled her mouth, and suddenly felt that Josephine’s pot of cold water was poured in at the right time.

  "They want to borrow from you, General." Gonsai said, "They may have to deal with the undead army in Egypt."

  (End of this chapter)