Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 3010 The ghost in the distance (fifteen)

   "Hey, Weasley."

   On the way to the cellar to deliver medicinal materials, Pomona heard a boy shouting.

  She looked over and found that it was three Slytherin boys who stopped Bill.

  She was neither retreating nor advancing at this time. In order not to let them find out, she actually hid behind a pillar.

   "What's the matter?" Bill said with a smile, the four-leaf clover leaves on his ears shook slightly and kept flashing.

   "I heard that you know what the Charms test will be this term." The Slytherin boy said.

   "What do you want?" Bill continued to ask with a smile.

   "Don't play dumb," said another Slytherin boy.

   Bill looked the Slytherins up and down, and then said, "What do you exchange with me?"

   The three Slytherins looked at each other.

   "Don't be confused," Bill said quietly. "You know the rules."

   "What do you want?" said one of the Slytherin boys.

   "Here's the question I just asked you, what do you have?" Bill asked.

   "How about not kicking your **** next time we meet in the hallway?" The Slytherin boy who had been silent all this time said in a low voice.

  Bill smiled and looked at the boy at the beginning "How is your brother?"

   "He's fine, where's your brother?" said the Slytherin boy.

   "I taught him some spells to drive away Filch's cat, who keeps chasing my brother's pets. You should warn your brother to stay away from them, so he doesn't get hurt by accident," Bill said.

   "Okay, is there anything else?" the Slytherin boy asked.

   "It's just a few questions, then." Bill said, took a ball of paper from his pocket, and threw it to the Slytherin boy.

  The boy opened the small paper ball and smiled after reading the contents inside.

   "I'll tell him, and we'll talk about it next time we meet." The Slytherin boy said politely to Bill.

   "Let's talk next time we meet." Bill said, and then left the place with the book in his hand and three Slytherins on his back.

  The Slytherins who got the question also left happily. It seems that there is no need for Pomona to appear.

   She sighed deeply.

  Even brothers in the same family have different personalities, and Patsy is too rigid.

   Then she turned around and continued walking towards the Potions classroom.

When she got to the cellar, she saw that Severus was reading a book, and it had nothing to do with potions, because he didn't set up the cauldron. Of course, it might be because there were too many books and there was no place to put them on the desk The crucible is gone.

   "What are you reading?" Pomona asked casually.

   "The law." Severus said without looking up, his expression looking extremely serious.

  Pomona put the herbs at the door, so he shouldn't say anything for a while.

   "Don't worry, it's just to pass the time." Severus said, looking away from the tome to Pomona. "How about the information I asked you to check?"

   "I'm still looking," Pomona said immediately.

   He laughed and said "You forgot right?"

   "I haven't forgotten, but there are too many files," Pomona said.

   "Have you seen the Percival Dumbledore file?" Severus asked.

   "You mean...Dumbledore's father." Pomona said in surprise.

   "Do you think the Ministry's verdict was fair?" Severus said as he walked around the table to face her.

  Pomona thought about what Grindelwald said in New York.

   "I hope you can tell me honestly." He said every word, as if he was interrogating.

   "There are loopholes in the law ... but what crime is a father who avenges his daughter?" Pomona said.

   "Probably because Percival Dumbledore did not hand over the power of revenge to the Ministry of Magic." Severus said suddenly.

   "What?" Pomona asked in surprise.

  He took the book, pointed to a line of writing, and handed it to Pomona, "Read it."

  Pomona looked at the line of text outlined in black ink...

   "This is German." She angrily handed him the book.

   "Who still uses ancient Greek now." He said in a casual and mocking tone, "After you finish learning French, how about learning some practical language? It doesn't have to be German."

   "What did the book say?" Pomona asked.

"Since the existence of criminal law, the state takes revenge on behalf of the victim, and the state assumes double responsibilities. The state must not only oppose the criminal for the benefit of society, but also protect the criminal from revenge by the victim or his family." Severus used In English, and in German again like a mantra: "But Percival Dumbledore did not give the power of vengeance to the Ministry of Magic, but used lynching."

   "What are you working on?" Pomona grumbled.

   "I'm thinking about Igor Karkarov. I might meet him this time when I go to Durmstrang." He said blankly, "What attitude should I use to face that traitor."

   Who did he betray? Are you still the Dark Lord?

   She swallowed the question before blurting it out, her eyes fixed on him.

   "What were you thinking?" he asked.

   "Not everyone is as Occlumency master as you are," Pomona said quietly. "Especially when it comes to revenge."

   "I wouldn't discuss it with anyone, like Dumbledore told you about the ugly duckling." He laughed mockingly "not with Minerva."

   "He talked to you too?" Pomona asked.

"The unfettered power of punishment is terrible, and everyone may become a victim." He said to himself, "The ancient rulers let the public recognize that he is the protector of justice, fairness and public interests by killing people. He can make a deep and lasting impression on the public by putting on a dramatic show."

   "You call the burning a show?" said Pomona incredulously.

   "Not just burning, but also hanging. The execution of nobles is carried out in private, not in public. The purpose of the death penalty is to take life."

   "Stop it." Pomona shook his head. "I can't take it anymore."

   "Why can't you listen? It's too cruel?" Severus asked.

   Compared with the horror of the death penalty, Pomona felt that what was more terrifying was the reaction of the "audience" below.

  The purpose of publicly executing the death penalty also has a warning effect, but if you look at it as a scene...

"That's why people began to suspect that this ritual of 'ending evil' itself is as barbaric as crime itself, and it's out of the realm of people's daily perception." Severus said lightly, "Ordinary people can live without This 'sweetener' is needed."

  She felt sick, but he kept on talking.

"A crime pollutes a stream, but an injustice pollutes a source, and it is Percival Dumbledore's vengeance by lynching that must be prohibited, not his breach of the International Statute of Secrecy, even if it appears It's protecting criminals..."

   "It's actually protecting criminals," Pomona said, "and they're underage."

  "While punishing crimes, the power of punishment itself should be limited, and it should become a Magna Carta against judicial arbitrariness." Severus went on to say, "Rather than define it according to the reasons of punitiveness."

   If it went to court, would this reason defend the ex-Death Eater? Instead of continuing because of Dumbledore's asylum?

   "What are you thinking?" He asked again.

   "I was thinking of Socrates." Pomona said coldly, "He said he wanted to give 'bad guys' the power to stand up and speak."

   This made him smile, as if it was an honor to be the "bad guy".

   "Want something to drink?" He said affectionately.

  Who would drink the drink offered by the potions master?

  Pomona sighed "I want a cup of tea."

   So he actually made tea, and Pomona walked around the table and looked at the tomes.

  Who can believe that someone actually treats this kind of book as a pastime?

  She threw the book aside in disgust and went to see the old bat making tea.

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In the movie, Neo has been imprisoned in the interrogation room by the agents. Before he was working in the company, the agents suddenly appeared and took him away. In order to escape, he believed the guidance of Memphis on the phone and came outside the office, but he didn’t have enough courage. Take the elevator for cleaning the glass on the exterior wall.

  The scene looked thrilling, but Pomona felt that Memphis "cunningly" took advantage of people's blind spots, and no one thought to look at the workstation behind them.

  That's too bold, compared to they would rather believe that Neo has already run away.

   While Neo was waiting, Pomona remembered the policemen Trinity killed at the beginning of the film.

   They are "really" dead, after all this is not a game, but a "powerhouse" of the Matrix.

  Murder is illegal and should not be associated with "coolness", but no one in the entire movie theater would care about it, instead the sound of eating popcorn is everywhere.

   This made Pomona feel bad, and now she wants to watch it at home.

   "We've had your eye on you for a while, Mr. Anderson," the agent said, and he went on talking like a robot blah blah blah.

   "Oh, look what he said!" Pomona grumbled. "Sounds like spying on citizens."

   "Shh." The audience in the front row warned her.

   When he turned his head, Pomona leaned closer to Severus' ear.

   "Didn't we talk about Umbridge last time?"

  He recalled a bit.

   "And your godson," whispered Pomona. "He helps her watch the school."

   "But the Ministry of Magic gave her legal powers," Severus said.

   "It's not about how far apart boys and girls have to be," Pomona said. "She has to control every detail."

   "Is this about the movie?" Severus asked.

   "She can't always watch," Pomona said. "When she can't see, who will act in accordance with the 'laws' issued by her."

  The one in front turned to stare at Pomona again, and Pomona stared back not to be outdone.

"My colleagues think I'm wasting my time with you, but I think you're going to want to do the right thing," the agent said. "We can write off the old account and let you start over. What we need is your cooperation with us to catch live with that notorious terrorist."

   "Okay." Neo said, "This deal sounds good."

   Just when the agent felt that he had a chance to win, Neo said again.

   "But I have a better idea, or I'll give you a finger." Then Neo made an internationally accepted gesture towards the agent.

   "You let me down." The agent put on his glasses and said slowly.

   "Don't try to scare me with the Gestapo!" Neo interrupted the agent, "I know my power, I want to call."

   "Tell me, Mr. Anderson, what's the use of calling if you can't talk?"

  The music of the movie became weird, and then Neo seemed to find something unusual.

  The next time he tried to open his mouth, his "mouth" joined together like melted syrup.

  Nio panicked in terror, when the agents stepped forward and restrained him.

  They pinned him on a table and punched a worm into his body.

  That nightmarish scene kept him struggling, and the next scene Neo woke up in his apartment.

   "Freak." The audience in front said, as if talking about the plot of the movie.

  Severus looked at him coldly.

  Pomona quickly stopped him.

   "Let's ignore him," Pomona said, followed by "shut your ears and listen."

   "This way we don't have to be careful when we speak." She said with a smile.

  Severus watched her, re-emerging into the movie theater seat.

   At this time, Neo's phone rang, maybe it was an illusion, she thought it sounded like the school bell.

  (end of this chapter)