Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2896 The Lion of Liberty (18)

   "Do you know the epitaphs for Lily and James?" said Albus.

   "Of course." Minerva replied "The last enemy to kill is death."

   "I think a child may not be able to understand the meaning of this sentence, can you send someone to cover it with flowers." Albus said.

   "I don't think it's necessary. The graves are buried with flowers for the Potters," Minerva said.

"The Wizengamot once struggled with what epitaph to leave for the Potters. Love is Enduring Patience once won more votes, but after we saw it on the spot, there were too many epitaphs of 'Love You Forever'. There is pain A powerful force that makes life worse than death. We must know that the greatest desire of man is to escape death; pain has such power that it makes people a murderer. When courage is conquered by pain, so that it cannot guard those virtues, it should lead and look after it. From the point of view of eternity, it would be unfortunate to escape it," said Albus, "but we need rest, as we are now experiencing, the short rest between the two great wars."

   "I understand...so I didn't insist on bringing Harry back." Minerva said.

   "Occasionally we need to be kind to ourselves, let alone he is a child." Albus said "There are some things that death cannot touch, memory, paint and love."

  Pomona is a little confusing.

"We need that child to be full of love." Albus said "Because of Lily's love, there will be an eternal talisman, even though the person who loved him is dead, so I believe that love is the weapon that will defeat the Dark Lord in the future .”

   "I see, Headmaster," Minerva said.

   "I'm only saying this once, you can go." Albus waved his hand.

  Pomona and Minerva left together, and Minerva smiled happily when they were out of hearing.

   "It's a good thing Albus isn't a stubborn old man, sorry, Pomona, for my attitude yesterday."

   "Don't worry about it, I also think it's good to at least let Harry know that many people miss his parents."

   Minerva stopped walking.

   "We don't tell him the real cause of his parents' death?"

"I told you that even with the best intentions, if you interfere, no one knows what irreparable consequences will be caused." Pomona was facing Minerva "not to mention that Albus didn't want Harry knows too much, and he made you cover the epitaph, didn't he?"

   "Those Muggles were tricking him," Minerva said.

"The only ones who can decide whether to tell Lily and James the cause of death are Petunia and Fernon. They are his guardians. Do you still remember what happened to Ben Cooper? He told the people around him honestly that he saw a ghost. You Think Muggles believe in car accidents or death curses?"

   Minerva held her forehead.

   "So we just let him live a lie?" Minerva said.

   "It's not us, it's Petunia and Fernon who decide whether to let him live a lie." Pomona shook his head and said, "If one day they are embarrassed by lying, they will bring it on themselves."

   Minerva looked at Pomona in silence.

   "I'm as angry as you are, Minerva, but there's more to this world than a student of Harry Potter."

   Minerva calmed down.

   "So, I just have to do what the principal says." Minerva said, looking at Pomona.

  Pomona held Minerva's hand "If Penny feels touched when she arrives at the cemetery, maybe she is also avoiding pain."

   "She can treat her nephew like that by avoiding pain?" Minerva said excitedly.

   "It's just the two of them left in their family, I'm talking about Barnaby Lee and Cecil," Pomona said. "There are a lot of people who want to mess with their uncles and nephews."

   Minerva fell silent.

   "Don't interfere, even if it's out of good intentions." Pomona patted Minerva's hand, and continued down.

   When they came to the third floor, Pomona saw the house-elves moving large and small bags out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

  She reached the door and found Severus conducting.

   "What's this about?" Pomona asked.

   "Clean the house," he said quietly.

   "These... These belong to Professor Carter?" Pomona asked.

  Severus smiled contemptuously, "He's not a professor anymore, not to mention the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is coming, I remember he seems to come from the North Pole, and he's going to ride Santa's sleigh?"

   "Don't be so mean," Pomona said, leaning forward.

  He completely ignored her and let the house-elves continue to "clean the house".

Pomona didn't like extremes, but like Severus said, to make room for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, although she didn't know if he was going to ride Santa's sleigh on Christmas Day Come to school.

   "Don't break his stuff, I don't want compensation!" Pomona yelled loudly, and left the classroom door.

   "I want fried chicken!" he yelled inside.

  Pomona couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

  When she came to the grand staircase, the oil painting in front of her reminded Pomona of what Albus had just said.

  Paint, memory and love are beyond the touch of death.

  She looked at the picture frame where Phoebe had stayed, and just turned around to go back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, when she found Paul in the middle of the road.

   "Hi, Paul," Pomona said with a smile.

   "I'm bored." Paul said coldly, "It's your turn to think about it."

   "I have a question about paint and I'm going to ask about a portrait, will you come with me?" Pomona asked.

   "Do you want to draw?"

   “No, I had a student who was turned into paint and she was trapped in a portrait,” Pomona said.

   "Tell me the details." Paul said with interest.

  Pomona told him the outline of the story.

   “I was just told that paint, memory and love are beyond the reach of death, and I need to ask.”

   "'That drop of poison' reminds me of a book, have you read the Book of Radiance?" Paul asked "It says light is an antidote."

   "Go on," Pomona said.

   "In the spiritual world, life and death do not exist. That is because we perceive a life form in the physical world. In another world, life and death have been interrupted."

  Pomona didn't quite understand what he said.

   "When you forget your own body shape, you won't be obsessed with whether the angel looks like a person with wings, or a strange shape." Paul said, "Did you move her to another place?"

   "Yes," said Pomona.

   "It's right to do this, the less she is mentally interfered by the people she comes and goes, the less affected she will be."

   In fact, Pomona removed Phoebe's painting, but to reduce panic.

"So this curse does not cause people to lose contact with the world outside the painting, but to become another form of life, just like the non-existence you understand, that is, there is no real life, no death, and death will touch It's gone," Paul said.

   "I see." Pomona said, "Like Peeves, although he is not alive as we thought, but he is actually another life."

   "He can affect this world, just as your spirit can affect another world." Paul said.

  Transfiguration can turn people into frogs or other animals, but these animals still obey the laws of birth, aging, sickness and death just like people.

   But turning a human into another life form is more difficult to understand, especially this life form is not like Peeves, it can be reversed, and there is no need to go through the irreversible process of death.

   "So, what else is there for fun?" Paul asked.

  Pomona spotted a trait in Paul and said, "What if I don't want to play with you?"

  Paul exploded with rage, and the possessed puppet almost jumped up.

   "Hmph, I'm going to find someone else!" Paul said, planning to drive away in his car.

   "I'll get Barnaby and Ben," Pomona told him.

   "Really?" Paul paused.

"of course it's true."

"when?"

   "After lunch."

   "Yeah~~" Paul shouted happily, leaving Pomona's sight.

  Pomona shook his head, glanced at the portrait on the wall again, and let out a long sigh.

  (end of this chapter)