Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2914 The language of butterflies (4)

  Pomona walked up the steps to the principal's office.

   "What for a drink?" Albus asked.

   "Nothing," Pomona replied. "I drank a lot of pumpkin soda at the party just now."

  Albus didn't force it either, they both knew that the purpose of calling her here this time was not for drinks.

   "What are you going to do with Miss Irene Aiken," said Albus.

   "If she still intends to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Hufflepuff House, after a vote, other people are willing to accept her, then we still accept her." Pomona said.

   "Don't you think it's overkill, Professor?" Albus asked.

   "Are you trying to say she's a child?" Pomona asked.

   "I don't want to ask you to forgive me, Professor, I just want to ask you to pay attention and make a rational judgment." Albus said.

   "If children want to go to any college, they can go to that college. Aren't we the same as Ifrmoney School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? What I maintain is the tradition of the school, Albus, a tradition that has existed for thousands of years."

   "Traditions can change, too," said Albus.

"I'm not here to argue with you. If, because of Miss Aiken's initiative, anyone after the sorting ceremony can forcefully ask to go to the college they want because they are not satisfied with the decision of the Sorting Hat, then this sorting ceremony will be useless. "

   "What about your sympathy because of tradition?" Albus asked.

   "Compassion for what? She can't get what she wants?" Pomona asked rhetorically.

   "Do you know what kind of person Miss Aiken is?" Albus asked, "Do you know what she went through in order to come to the magic school?"

  “‘This is the way we live’, sympathy for others’ misfortune is a virtue praised by Cicero, but if you talk to me about irrational sympathy, I don’t agree, sympathy must allow justice to be upheld.”

   "And you think upholding tradition is upholding justice?" Albus asked.

"Why did you insist on branching when you established the school?" Pomona asked back. "I think you should have noticed, Albus, that every college is somewhat infected with the personality traits of the founder, not to mention that if you abolish the branch, the whole of England will The wizarding world will be against you, whether you are the hero who defeated Grindelwald or not."

   Albus was getting a little angry, but Pomona wouldn't budge.

   "I don't think you need to organize people to vote." Albus said after a moment. "As long as you can accept her, no one else will have an opinion."

   "I respect everyone's opinion," Pomona said.

   "Did you really think that, or did you create a barrier on purpose." Albus raised his voice.

   "No," said Pomona. "Why do you think so?"

   "Your heart is disturbed now, Professor, a wise man should have no passions."

  Pomona smiled wryly. Someone told her to have a "passio" before.

   "Keep your emotions in check, you're a very clever man," said Albus.

   Pomona might have felt a little happier if it had been before.

  The most irritating thing in this world is the idiot, and the person least controlled by pride is also the idiot.

   "Yes, Principal." Pomona said calmly.

   "Miss Aiken will be in class with other people tomorrow, and I will find someone to arrange her accommodation." Albus waved his hand, "Go back."

  Pomona bowed and left the principal's office.

   On the way back, she kept thinking about it.

Man is allowed to have free will, so that if he chooses to do good, he will do good deeds. Even if someone does evil because of free will, it cannot be said that free will is wrong. If he does not do good Freedom, surrounded by evil. Just like the previous registered ballots, if the workers did not vote according to the request of the factory owner, and the factory owner looked through their voting records, they would be retaliated against.

  If you don't want others to treat you, don't treat others.

  Sometimes people's behavior will exceed the limit of everyone's tolerance, and some mistakes cannot be made once, because no matter how many times they say sorry, they cannot be forgiven.

  Their tragic appearance will attract sympathy, but those who sympathize with them will end up with the farmer in the story of the farmer and the snake. As long as they recover, they will not repent, nor will they remember any lessons.

   Then a dragonfly flies by, and Pomona sees it, but doesn't chase it.

  She has already got two keys, one opened the door of the library bookcase, and there is a ring with fluorescent flashing magic effect hidden inside, and a necklace, which is in the cabinet guarded by Peeves.

   This is the path she chose. Whether she is pursuing going to heaven after death, or a person who is unscrupulous in pursuit of instant pleasure in this world, she is using the moral standards of this life in exchange for a kind of happiness.

  If a person is already extremely beautiful as Augustine said in the fourth question of the eighty-eighth question, as long as he is willing to maintain this beauty, nothing can stop him. If we admit that man's fall was the persuasion of another, we must begin by examining how the persuader himself fell.

   So, have you fallen?

   "Why are you looking at me like that?" Snape asked.

   "Why are you here?" Pomona asked.

  She tried to overlap the man in black and exuding dark tension with the boy who was kicked unconscious by the unicorn and fell asleep in the Forbidden Forest.

   "You don't want to know the latest survey results?" He said like a temptation.

  She doesn't want to know, in fact she wants to be like any ordinary woman now, leaning on his shoulder.

   "Are you thinking about Aiken?" he said again.

   "Albus wants me to cancel the vote." Pomona said "Do you understand why?"

  He was silent for a while.

   "Sometimes people don't need to be clear about everything, just obedience is enough." He said slowly, "You can make her like your academy gradually."

   "You heard her," said Pomona.

   "Do you think we suffer from less prejudice than you do?" Snape asked.

  She pouted.

   "Don't be so childish." He said as a lesson.

   "Okay," said Pomona listlessly.

   "I should be happy that you can listen to me patiently." Snape sighed, "You really don't look like Gryffindors."

  Pomona remembered that Gryffindor often confronted Slytherin, did he want Hufflepuff to do the same?

Under the **** of Snape, Pomona went back to the cellar, and they went to the kitchen once. There was supposed to be tropical fruit ice cream tonight, but there was an accident when it was time to serve, although Paul couldn't talk to Pippi. He enters the kitchen like a ghost, but he can use "cannonballs" to attack, and the kitchen is full of paint.

   "Why is he mad?" Snape asked.

   "Peeves told him to sign a contract and kick him out." Pomona sighed helplessly, "I really don't understand how he can take it out on us."

   "He knows he doesn't belong here, right?" Snape asked again. "He has a manor."

   "I think what he lacks is a playmate." Pomona said, "Paul carefully designed a 'paradise', but no one wanted to come to play. He left the manor in order to find someone to play with."

   "Are you sympathizing with him?" Snape said in disbelief.

   "I don't know...I told Albus that compassion is what allows justice to be done." Pomona looked at him and said "But he did all that evil just to find someone to play with?"

   "Forget about him," said Snape, putting his arm around her head and kissing her forehead. "I'll deal with him."

  Pomona took the opportunity to hug back.

   She felt warm and safe, so he didn't fall, right?

  She heard rustling sounds, like the rustling of clothes, or the whispering of snakes.

It is said that Lucifer fell because of pride. When he turned into a serpent and tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden to eat the forbidden fruit, if it is true, as Augustine said, that man’s fall was due to another person’s persuasion, then we must examine this How the Persuader himself fell.

   If not every passion—so far as we suffer from it—is a sin. So if someone says that if we suffer from fear, it's not a sin. This is a judgment given to oneself from a human point of view, although it may not be innocent in the eyes of God.

  She raised her hand and touched his face lightly. Although he didn't have the brand of a sheep thief on his forehead, he looked like a bad guy.

   It must have been a bad idea to introduce bad people into one's home, but she did it anyway.

   "Albus says I'm extremely intelligent, but I don't think I'm."

   "You're a fool." He followed her lead.

  She felt sad, but not sad "What changed you?"

   He looked at her in bewilderment.

   “Satan became the serpent in the Garden of Eden. He committed the original sin of pride. How about you?” Pomona said.

  He laughed wickedly.

   "Guess." He said lightly.

  Pomona took his hand, left the corridor with people coming and going, and came to the office.

   If not every passion is a sin, and if our fear is not a sin, then it is not a sin that she will do.

  The people in the subway, if they didn't want to live, who would panic and find a way to survive?

  There are beautiful things in life that are worthy of nostalgia, but death is not a relief for everyone.

  After the door closed, she didn't rush to flash with fluorescent lights.

  Darkness can sometimes block people's sight, making it easier to move freely. Otherwise, why do the children in the castle like night tours so much?

  (end of this chapter)