Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 3058 adamas (11)

 “Evans, wait, Evans!”

The last class of Gryffindor on Friday was the Potions class. Lily and the other girls in this house left Slughorn's classroom talking and laughing, with James Potter chasing after her as usual. later.

It happened that Slytherin's last class that day was History of Magic. After class, they walked to the lounge and happened to squeeze into the same passage as Gryffindor who was leaving the cellar. They blocked Gryffindor's entrance intentionally or unintentionally. The Quidditch captain's path did not allow him to move forward smoothly.

"She can't hear you, Potter." A Slytherin boy jeered loudly.

But James didn't seem to hear him, and relied on his physical strength to push forward, and finally he collided head-on with a Slytherin.

 “Can’t you hear what’s being said, Potter?” Severus Snape said venomously.

 “Get out of the way.” James pushed Snape away in disgust, as if he had seen a bed bug.

 Nerds were obviously no match for athletes, but Snape didn't give up just because he was pushed aside.

 “Are your ears blocked by earwax?” said Snape.

James turned back and smiled at Snape.

"I'm sorry, I'm lucky and can't hear ghosts," James said.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, lest people know you're a fool with less brain capacity than earwax," said Snape.

James was irritated now and was about to rush over to teach Snape a lesson, but was stopped by Malfoy.

"Calm down, gentlemen," Malfoy said glibly. "We have other ways of dealing with this problem."

“That face of yours is stained with my spit, you snot-nosed man,” James said to Snape.

"The secret to your survival is to remain stupid without knowing how stupid you are." Snape sneered, "You are showing off even by reading a book."

Of course Lucius Malfoy would not let James Potter hurt Snape. They quarreled for a long time and finally broke up on bad terms. James continued to look for Lily, and Snape and Malfoy returned to the common room.

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Pomona changed into new pajamas and returned to the office. The grown-up Severus Snape was reading behind her desk. He is now the youngest Head of Slytherin in history.

Before he was officially engaged to Narcissa, Lucius also had a girlfriend, but he would not try to challenge the stairs in the girls' lounge like those silly boys. Instead, he would ask the girl to spend the weekend outside the school.

Pomona now strongly suspected that Sif had learned bad things from Lucius Malfoy, although this was not the first time he had stayed at the door of a girl's dormitory.

 “You also want to study?” He said without looking up from the book.

 “I can’t sleep with you outside!” Pomona said coldly.

“That’s not what you said last time,” he drawled.

She was so angry, where did he learn this shamelessness?

 He was concentrating on reading, not looking at her face at all.

 Pomona finally gave up, found a book from the bookshelf, took it back to the preparation room, and lay on the bed to read it.

She didn't read the content of the book at all. All she could think about was Gellert Grindelwald.

While Grindelwald as a boy was handsome, she was thinking of him in middle age and the "greater good" he and Albus Dumbledore believed in together.

For the "greater good", Dumbledore could break the blood oath they made when they were young and hurt or stop Grindelwald.

And Grindelwald also violated the highest principle of the prophet - not to lie?

 A truly dishonest person will choose an attitude towards life in which he will wait for the right moment to lie, which will bring him greater benefits than usual small lies. The purpose of what he did was to make others believe in him and think that he was a reputable person, and even give him his will.

The ancient Romans also called trust wills "100% lucky", as long as the trustee did not leave anything to the beneficiaries. There was once a businessman who had an only daughter. According to the law, she could not obtain inheritance rights, so he gave all his assets to a friend, who did not give her a single dinar.

 When people become rational, they will also introduce the concept of justice into their work when formulating laws. A dead person cannot convey his true intention.

The high priests introduced the principle of "good faith". Instead of trying to use advent rites or delivering oracles like the priestesses, they appeared more in events interpreting the law.

　　If a person believes that lying is wrong whenever, wherever, and regardless of what others think, there are very good reasons to believe that it is okay to lie.

　Just like loving someone, when she is no longer young and beautiful, when he has nothing, it will still not change, even if she or he has married someone else.

Society still needs rules. If all moral concepts are respected, then essentially society cannot be maintained. Everyone has the right to have personal preferences, but if people do not abide by the rules and rob people like the French patriarch Lestrange, If you are a married woman, there is no need for marriage and family to exist.

 Many animals in nature do not have this organizational concept. In order to obtain a mate, male animals will compete with each other, and the winner in the end gets the right to mate.

This is not even "natural selection, survival of the fittest", because this is also a rule.

  Killing is wrong in the eyes of absolutists. Killing is not allowed under any circumstances, but it is okay in some cases, such as for revenge, or to kill someone to prevent him from causing more damage. Like Leta Lestrange's attempt on Grindelwald to destroy Paris, although she failed, Nico Flamel stepped in to stop the unholy "demon fire".

This is not consistent with utilitarianism, because their calculation is not based on "life", but pain and pleasure.

 There are many people whose lives are worse than death, and the end is a relief for them.

 She didn't know why, but she remembered the face of Rita Lestrange she saw in the pensieve. It was not an expression of generosity and sacrifice.

 The pain was too much, more than she could bear, so she chose a meaningful way to die?

Pomona didn't understand Leta. They had never met and she wasn't even born when Leta died.

To ordinary people, marriage is closely related to joy and happiness. Lestrange’s second wife just married him and became the link between the two families. Pompey's wife Julia died in childbirth, which dealt a fatal blow to the stability of the alliance between Caesar, Pompey and Crassus.

Whether she was lucky or unlucky in this marriage, whether she loved it or not, it was not important to prevent the civil war from happening.

 Grindelwald is not like Tom Riddle. He did not frame Hagrid and bear the blame for the death of a Muggle. Tom usually behaves very well. Who would doubt an honor student like him?

She didn’t know who the real murderer was, but Tom did lead people to believe that the murderer was the eight-eyed spider. Although the eight-eyed spider’s venom was fatal, Myrtle was not poisoned.

What the Ministry of Magic wants to maintain is "peace". As long as a murderer is found to take responsibility, it doesn't matter whether he is the real murderer or not.

“What if Hagrid puts Sparky in his garden,” Pomona said as she lay in bed. “Would anyone from the Ministry of Magic harm him?”

 “Is this what you really want to ask?” Severus asked.

What she actually wanted to ask was how Severus convinced Hagrid that Hagrid would not put Sparky in danger. He hid it so that no one would have discovered it if Sparky had not left the hiding place feeling hungry and hot.

"The animal has caused no harm so far. 'Danger' is what the Ministry of Magic says. Just because someone says 'exists' doesn't mean something has to actually exist." Severus said.

“I think I saw it somewhere,” Pomona recalled.

 “Kant,” Severus said coldly.

“Oh, I remember.” She said casually, and then tried to remember the troublesome derivation process.

At this moment she heard footsteps. Severus walked in through the open door, came to her bedside, and sat down next to her legs.

"We can go through the process of newly discovered species, so that they can't execute it at will." Severus said softly, like a slanderous traitor.

"Do you really want to save Sparks?" Pomona said softly, sounding like she was talking in her sleep.

"No." He touched her cheek with a hand that smelled of potion. "I don't want you to be unhappy."

 She couldn't tell whether what he said was true or false.

 Maybe it was the potion in his hand that made her unable to think.

 “What is your first principle?” Pomona asked.

 “What first principle?” he said, staring at her lips.

“A prophet must not lie.” The breath from her mouth brought a tingling sensation, as if someone were running a finger across her lips. “But he violated this principle for the greater good.”

 He sobered up a little.

“What do you think they mean by ‘the greater good’?” Pomona asked. “I guess it has nothing to do with utilitarianism.”

"In order for more people to live happily, even if one innocent person is sacrificed." Severus said.

"Maybe Dumbledore is, do you think Grindelwald is that kind of person?" Pomona asked.

While he was thinking, Pomona grabbed his hand, straightened his upper body with his arms, and clung to him like a vine.

“Are you jealous that James is luckier than you?” Pomona asked, leaning on his shoulder and massaging his arm.

 “He is luckier than many people,” he said quietly.

 He didn't say what his mood was, but she didn't intend to delve into it.

 “Are you jealous of Lily?” Severus asked.

She just didn’t want to be asked this question, so she didn’t delve into it further.

So she stopped massaging, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

"You are so much more beautiful than her, how can you be jealous of her." He seemed to be saying to himself.

 What if I’m not beautiful?

Pomona said to himself, feeling extremely stuffy.

After a while, she felt herself lying down again, moving very gently, as if she was a princess in a fairy tale.

 When her head hit the pillow, a burst of warm breath hit her face.

 The tingling sensation came to my lips again, but it disappeared quickly.

 “Life is short, fall in love, girl, before your red lips fade, before your blood cools, tomorrow will no longer be such a good time.”

She heard a moving voice read, and then felt a lightness next to her, as if the person was leaving.

She didn't think too much, she just didn't want him to leave like that, so she stopped pretending to sleep and grabbed his hand.

 “I had a nightmare.” She said in a hurry.

 “What dream?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“I was forced to marry a Roman,” she said seriously, “and it was a commercial marriage.”

 “Then what?” He looked at her with a judgmental look.

“I ran away, but they were chasing me.” She squeezed his hand tighter, “I’m scared.”

 “What are you afraid of?”

 “If I fall asleep, I will continue to have that dream.”

 He smiled, as if laughing at her naivety, but did not leave.

 “Go past the point,” he ordered.

Pomona moved inside, and he lay down in the space she vacated.

 The black cloak just covered her body as a blanket.

 “You don’t read anymore?” Pomona asked.

 “Sleep.” He said with his eyes closed.

 “You don’t even wash up!” she said disgustedly.

 He was impatient and his eyebrows were furrowed.

So she closed her eyes wisely.

 In fact, Oscar Wilde once said a famous saying: Never love someone who treats you as an ordinary person.

So his question was too difficult to answer. Why didn't he tell her what he thought first? Instead, he asked her for it.

 She is not his patronus (patronumu).

 (End of this chapter)