Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 3059 adamas (twelve)

 “Hello, James.”

A Gryffindor freshman called James Potter, who was already in seventh grade, who was sitting on the window edge of the library reading a book.

 “What are you doing?”

"Can you teach me how to recite this spell?" The freshman handed the book in his hand to James.

 “Why should I teach you?” James asked inexplicably.

“You are a prefect. Aren’t the prefects’ grades the best?” the freshman said matter-of-factly.

Many athletes do not wear glasses, but James is an exception, although he personally finds it troublesome to look for the Golden Snitch wearing glasses.

James did not drive the new student away, but took the book he handed him impatiently.

However, he seems to be in trouble.

How difficult can the freshman questions be?

 Pomona shook his head secretly.

"let me see."

 Lily suddenly appeared from behind James and snatched the book from his hand.

 The freshman looked at James blankly, and then at Lily.

"Her grades are much better than mine." James said nonchalantly, and picked up his book and started reading again.

 Then the freshmen chased the female prefects and asked.

 After a while his problem seemed to be solved, and then he took his book and ran away.

Lily walked up to James, put one hand on his shoulder, and flipped through the book in his hand with the other hand, as if she was making trouble but also explaining.

"Finally." Pomona heard a girl at a table not far away saying unfriendlyly, "She is still with Potter."

"I told you, Sirius won't like her." Another girl at the same table wrinkled her nose as if she smelled smelly garlic, but with a smile on her lips, "She is quite self-aware."

"This is the real smart person." The third girl quickly wrote on the note, "Potter is at least much better than that Slytherin."

“Potter is a big fish to her, no wonder so many years...”

 “Hush.” Mrs. Pince came over and warned the girls.

After she left, the girls lowered their voices and whispered, giggling from time to time.

Pomona looked back at the young couple by the window, bathing in the sunshine.

 She didn't think there was anything to be jealous of Lily, although she was indeed beautiful, with lake-green eyes sparkling in the sun.

Among James' many shortcomings, his strength is his willingness to help others, as long as he is not busy doing something he finds more interesting.

"I don't think Lily will be able to pass," Minerva said as she placed a book in Pomona's hand.

 “What passed?” Pomona asked.

"Miss Evans has applied to stay in school." Minerva looked at the lovers not far away. "You didn't know?"

“That’s news to me,” Pomona said in surprise.

 “Aren’t you friends?” Minerva asked.

“We haven’t spoken since the second half of her sixth grade year,” Pomona said dryly.

Minerva did not ask what happened, but took another book down and put it in Pomona's hand.

"I don't think Dumbledore would ask so many questions." Pomona said, holding the "book mountain" in his arms, "If so, why doesn't he give us a paper?"

"Don't complain." Minerva said sternly. "It is easier to remember the preparations in your mind than the impromptu surprise."

Pomona couldn't help but lament. In addition to her schoolwork during the day and the occasional "part-time job", now that she had to add these to her, she almost couldn't feel the joy of life anymore.

"That Slytherin boy, I think his name is Snape, how is he?" Minerva asked.

To Minerva, Severus Snape was just one of her many students.

Pomona recalled the face that looked pale even in the dark, and he was still wearing Slytherin's green school robe.

“I haven’t seen him in a while,” Pomona said.

 “Where has he gone?” asked Minerva.

"Maybe you're looking for an internship, why are you so curious all of a sudden?" Pomona said angrily.

Minerva didn't know Pomona was suddenly so angry, so she didn't continue to ask.

At this time, Pomona looked back at Lily Evans and suddenly realized that her hair was too smooth. Maybe she spent her study time taking care of her hair, or maybe she used Potter's hair smoothener. .

 “That hair style is really ugly,” she muttered, thinking Lily wouldn’t hear her.

 But as soon as she finished speaking, Lily turned her eyes to Pomona, as if she heard her.

Pomona hugged the book, dodged between the bookshelves, and hid.

"You are so brave." Minerva stood aside, looking at her critically through her glasses.

“Your hair isn’t that good either,” Pomona said grimly.

Minerva ignored Pomona and continued to shuttle between the bookcases. Pomona followed closely behind her. Who told her that she was not tall enough to reach the books at the top?

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Sunlight shines through the glass of the greenhouse, causing the temperature to rise rapidly.

 Pomona is awakened by heat.

 But when she opened her eyes, she found that the person who was lying next to her last night was gone.

The strange thing was this. She clearly remembered that the ghosts were very noisy last night, so she had to turn on the radio, but it made it even noisier.

 How did she fall asleep?

 Maybe it’s because hearing the regular breathing of the people next to you is so monotonous and dull, just like Professor Binns’ history class, which makes people drowsy.

 She yawned first, then touched her chin to see if she was drooling.

 The next second she woke up with a start.

Have you ever seen a princess who drooled while sleeping?

 What was she thinking last night? She thought she was a princess.

 Then she started remembering again... French words for kiss and kiss are two words, although the action is the same.

It was just a "goodnight kiss", just like how parents would kiss their children before going to bed. Although most people would choose to kiss the cheeks, forehead and other places, some people also kissed the lips.

 Perhaps his goal was to kiss the corner of the mouth, but she felt she was wrong.

Pomona bit her lip and got up to wash up the next second.

Rather than sitting on the bed and continuing to think about it, she thought it would be better to seize the time and maybe have breakfast in the auditorium before class.

 After she finished washing and drank the potion, Professor Sprout's day began again.

I have to say that Dumbledore was very foresight. He knew clearly how easy it was for witches to be disturbed by some factors, and how difficult it was for beautiful girls to be left alone.

Just as the people of Pemberley felt that a bachelor with an annual income of 10,000 pounds must have a wife, Elizabeth's sister, so a beauty like Jane cannot be without a partner at a ball.

She sighed, and before going out, she suddenly had the idea to see the magic mandrake. When she walked into the basement where fungi were cultivated, she passed by a pool with many mandrakes already growing in it. Less shells.

The water in the pool was so clean that Pomona doubted whether pearls would grow from these shells.

 But she still looked at the mandrakes, and left the greenhouse after confirming that they were all alive.

The sun shines through the mist, creating the Tyndall effect, which looks beautiful.

Not long after, she saw a person walking on the grass towards her.

 “Morning, Hagrid,” Pomona said to the gamekeeper.

"Good morning, Professor." Hagrid said angrily, "I hope you were not disturbed last night. The ghosts said they would not come again in the future."

"I hope so." Pomona said hopelessly, preparing to spend the night in the castle tonight. "Did you go back to the cabin last night?"

"Yes, around 1 o'clock." Hagrid shook his big head. "I hope to find Spark tonight."

“I thought it was a big guy,” Pomona said, confused. How hard is it to find such a big moose?

"This is a good idea. As long as you find it, no one can hurt it at will under my supervision." Hagrid said dullly, "I am always worried about my brother. Will he do anything when I am not around?" Got discovered.”

Pomona then remembered that the "trouble" in the Forbidden Forest was not just the same.

"But I can't always stay with him...my mother abandoned him. He was too short among the giants." Hagrid said sadly.

Pomona remembered Roman customs at this time, but the number of British giants was not large and they were on the verge of extinction.

Hagrid continued to say something, but Pomona's thoughts were already elsewhere.

The Augustan poet Virgil once uttered an oft-quoted famous saying from the mouth of the **** Jupiter: "To them (i.e., the Romans) I impose no restrictions of space or time; I have given them Their unlimited dominion.”

The Romans also continued to expand as described in the poem, and even Britain became one of its provinces, but northern England was not conquered. Emperor Hadrian ordered the construction of a Great Wall during his inspection tour, which served as an artificial border and was a symbol of Rome's failure to conquer all of Britain.

Because of this Great Wall, the Roman legions stationed here were determined to protect this border and the tranquility of the interior. Many Britons did not regard Hadrian's Wall as an obstacle, but as a safe line of defense to block the barbarians from the north.

Rome was an agricultural civilization. During their conquest, the Romans not only brought the Great Wall, but also caused some "barbarians" to give up their original living habits and begin to pay attention to farming. After all, the reward after victory in the war was land.

With the decline of Rome, countries fought and merged with each other. For the sake of safety and tranquility, some free peasants "dedicated" their land to large landowners and obtained their protection.

The Roman patronage system probably appeared in the Imperial Age, as a special institution that belonged to Rome and did not exist in the Greek-speaking eastern part of the empire.

 The Athenians believed that recipients should feel grateful for good deeds, thus creating the concepts of "gratitude" and "goodwill". Greek orators often mentioned this matter, how much money they donated, how many warships and public facilities were repaired, hoping that someone would lend a helping hand in the people's court and not be voted to death like Socrates.

Let’s not talk about whether there are any problems with this. Rome’s patrons and patrons do not necessarily have to be “grateful”. Their purpose of establishing this relationship is like a pack of wolves, in order to seize political benefits and social status. Different patrons There is also competition among them.

If the mysterious man gave Severus power, social status, and aristocratic status, Albus gave him the freedom from being judged by the Ministry of Magic and not being imprisoned in Azkaban.

The other Death Eaters have not thought about their retreat. They only remember fighting for favor in front of their "master" and being able to get shelter from the mysterious man. They dare to do anything. Killing is a kind of happiness to them, and they will not feel guilty about killing. is wrong.

Hamlet once hesitated whether he should take revenge.

Killing for revenge is not just a matter of conscience, nor is it legal, even if Hamlet has good reasons.

 Force can only temporarily make people submit, but cannot produce power. When strong male lions age, they will be replaced by young and strong male lions.

 In addition, the new lion king will kill the children of the previous lion king, so that the female lions in the pride will soon become single again, and then give birth to offspring with the new lion king.

If you have the opportunity to kill your former enemy and get the woman you want, why not seize this opportunity? After all, the prophecy only mentions children born in July.

People can choose the highest principle, or the lowest bottom line, according to their own preferences. Icarus's father reminded him not to fly too high, as the wax wings will melt by the sun, and not to fly too low, as the sea water will make the wings heavy. The "limit" of the sky is not like the sea level and the Great Wall. is intangible.

Ambition will make a person unsatisfied with the status quo, but in the end the huge Rome collapsed from within, even though Jupiter did not impose any restrictions on them.

 Things belong to individuals, and their lives are their own. In principle, no one should interfere. However, Pomona still prefers Frederick's decision in the Arnold case to restrict some powers and behaviors.

He is not right in everything. For nobles, honor is more important than life. In order to defend their honor, nobles would rather offend the lord and the king.

 Once Frederick ordered the looting of the hunting park of the Elector of Saxony, in retaliation for the sacking of Charlottenburg in Prussia by the allied forces of Saxony, Russia, and Austria a few years ago. A noble officer refused to obey the order, thinking that this was not in line with the honor of the nobles.

He eventually lost the favor of the king, became impoverished, and finally died in debt. The epitaph he left was: Obedience will lead to injustice, and I would rather lose favor.

Nietzsche said: "Do you think that the mark of moral action is sacrifice? But consider that there is sacrifice in every thoughtful act, whether in the worst act or in the best act."

Pomona respects Lily's spirit of sacrifice, but the pas de deux of love is a process of constantly dissolving the paranoia of a specific position, breaking one person's perspective, and constantly experiencing destruction and rebirth in the other person's world.

It is not only painful but also tiring, and you may even lose yourself in it. Losing your life is only once, and you don’t know how many times you have to go through this process.

Dumbledore asked Vogel to choose to do what is right, not what is easy.

It was easy for him to say.

When Pomona and Hagrid came to the auditorium together, the atmosphere inside was different from usual. Although the table was filled with delicious food, no one was eating.

Severus stood in front of the teacher's chair, with several Ministry of Magic staff standing opposite him. The others were sitting in his seat with serious expressions, except for Livi.

 He seemed to have a headache and combed his hair back.

"A student is missing, Professor, can't you explain why you disappeared last night?" said a member of Wizengamot.

Pomona noticed a burst of snickering, and then she looked towards the Gryffindor table, where Emily Taylor was whispering to her friends.

"I don't understand how the disappearance of a student can be related to me, Thicknesse." Snape said calmly, clasping his hands behind his back.

 “You really don’t understand?” Thickness said.

Snape seemed not to want to continue talking nonsense with him, and looked at Dumbledore, "The top priority now is to find Miss Wharton."

"I don't think this topic should be discussed here." Dumbledore stood up. "Follow me."

 Then he turned around and walked quickly along the steps to the principal's office.

“It looks like there’s trouble,” Hagrid said.

Pomona ignored Hagrid and planned to follow him.

"It has nothing to do with you." Just as she walked around the long table and followed her upstairs, Minerva suddenly grabbed her arm.

"certainly…"

"I know you're worried, but look at the occasion." Minerva asked Pomona to look at the Great Hall.

 The students were eager to try, as if waiting for the professors to leave.

 “Stay here to keep order,” Minerva said, and followed the others.

Pomona looked at the people left behind in the teacher's chair, all of whom were teachers. At this time, Trelawney was not "predicting" that someone was going to die as usual, but looked at Pomona worriedly.

"Everyone, don't leave in a hurry after breakfast." Pomona said coldly.

 “Are we going to have classes today?” asked a Ravenclaw student.

“Of course, you have an exam soon.”

There were sighs and sighs in the auditorium.

Pomona wanted to laugh angrily. At this time, they still expected to cancel the exam.

 But the atmosphere in the auditorium finally returned to normal, and everyone was eating.

Pomona then told the teachers to take their students away, hoping for a good outcome after the first period.

Even if not, they are back, and there is no need for a dwarf like her to act as a tall one.

 (End of this chapter)