Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2796 The Sun in the Water ([-])
Buddy Crouch Jr. was executed, and his father, Buddy Crouch Sr., became the Director of the Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic. The photos of the two father and son were placed in one page.

Pomona put down the Daily Prophet. In fact, not only children will destroy their parents, but parents will also destroy their children.

She looked up at the long Ravenclaw table, where Barnaby Lee was eating alone, far away from the others, without talking to anyone.

He looked big, more like a rugby player than a wizard, and his grades were not very good, not very good in Ravenclaw.

But Pomona picked up an investigative report, and she circled two places in red pen, one where he used black magic items as a toy since he was a child, and the other where the mysterious person had seen him "in person".

Mr. Lee and Mrs. Lee can only be regarded as middle-level Death Eaters, far less prominent than Malfoy, but the mysterious man "personally" went to the manor that was too small for his status at the time as a guest instead of summoning Barnaby And his grandma, which is weird.

Pomona took a sip of coffee. In her short career as an Auror, she met some talented people. Alice Longbottom was very sensitive to the properties of potions, and she was as sensitive as the Weasley family. Those with a certain resistance to black magic, but such as Barnaby are indeed rare.

Black magic items are like handing a loaded gun to a child of a few years old, let him play with it as a toy, but Barnaby never accidentally fired, neither hurt himself nor hurt others. Just because of luck?
At this moment, she felt someone walking by, and Pomona looked up and found that it was Professor Snape.

He sat not far from her, didn't touch the breakfast on the table, just drank black coffee.

She felt tired for him, and had to go to Hogsmeade every day to eat and then come back, but unfortunately the food could not be conjured.

She stuffed the investigative report into a newspaper and took it with her, glancing once more at Barnaby, who ate another plate of breakfast like a mountain troll.

Pomona couldn't help shaking his head. Given the influence his parents had brought to him, it would be difficult for him to find a good job in the future. I hope his family's property is enough, otherwise he will probably go hungry.

On the way to the greenhouse, Pomona met Hagrid who was also going to the Forbidden Forest.

"Fang is healed, stupid dog," Hagrid grumbled, not seeing him crying with his arms around Fang. "I found an unfinished mince pie in the hole he dug, and that Not offered at pet parties."

Having said this, Hagrid suddenly glanced around, then bent down, and whispered in Pomona's ear, "I guess those mince pies are for Filch's cat, only if it's asleep, no one else will." He was caught and locked up."

"Have you found similar mince pies elsewhere in the castle?" asked Pomona.

"I'll find it," said Hagrid.

Pomona couldn't help rolling her eyes, but she would rather believe Hagrid's words. After all, what's the point of poisoning meat pies for pets at a pet party?And it's a sleeping potion.

Pomona was busy with classes throughout the day, and the first class in the afternoon was Herbalism with Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and Barnaby appeared again.

Bill Weasley unconsciously appeared in her mind. He was also a talented young man, but he was more focused on brain power.

She didn't pay attention to it before, but now she took a special look at Barnaby. His herbal medicine is very good, and because of his strong physique, it is very easy to carry the flower pots. Is it the child of a Death Eater in his eyes?

There is kindness in some people's nature. Remus would rather be weak than hurt anyone. Other normal cannibals were not as pale as he was, and even a little strong.

She seemed to understand a little bit what was going on now.

But to avoid guesswork, Pomona went to the principal's office after school, just as she passed Richard Carter.

Pomona smiled at him and walked on.Because of Quidditch, the "grievances" between Gryffindor and Slytherin can be resolved on the field, and no one will trouble people like Herbert Spring anymore.

When she opened the door, Albus was holding the sword of Gryffindor in his hand, and the red gemstone dazzled her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Albus asked casually, as if he had casually placed the priceless sword on the table.

"I have a question." Pomona sat down on the chair opposite him. "Do you have any special arrangements with Barnaby?"

"What do you mean?" Albus said flatly.

"Like Newt Scamander, on a special mission," Pomona said.

"How did you come up with that?" Albus asked.

"The Dark Lord is also a man who cherishes talents. I believe he will not go to the Barnaby's manor to see an insignificant child for no reason. He has special talents, right?" Pomona said.

"What else?" Albus asked.

"Because of Severus, although Barnaby passed Owls Potions exam and he is eligible to continue to take Potions class in the sixth grade, he still kicked Barnaby out." Pomona sighed helplessly "Why would he want to ruin that kid just because he learned to howl in Potions?"

"Do you know his employment plans?" said Albus.

"What's the use of knowing, he had parents like that," said Pomona. "He reminds you of Hagrid, doesn't he?"

"It's true that he's not suited to follow through with everyone else," said Albus, "but I'm not sure if there are other arrangements for him."

"What do you mean?"

"Test." Dumbledore said, "Even a person with a good nature may do something against his conscience under certain circumstances. Since you have seen it, how about you be responsible for observing his test results?"

"And what about Bill?" Pomona asked. "Who's in charge of him?"

"That's not your concern," said Albus.

"Is it about 'horcruxes'?" Pomona asked tentatively.

"As far as I know, this is a very evil black magic, even if you wear it, you will be affected by it." Albus said.

"Are they the best option?" Pomona asked.

"No, why did the Dark Lord choose Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

She couldn't answer the question.

"Would you treat children from Order of the Phoenix families differently from those from Death Eater families?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I didn't think about it," Pomona said.

"I've been trying to understand what the Dark Lord was thinking at that time. When you understand the opponent's thinking, you can guess what his next move will be." Dumbledore looked at the Gryffindor sword on the table, "Guess what?" Why would Carter want to see it?"

"Is he still trying to steal it?" Pomona said with a smile.

Albus didn't laugh at the bad joke.

"Among all goblin items, this sword is sacred to goblins." Dumbledore said steadily, "As long as this sword can be obtained, the goblin will exchange it for anything."

"But it's also a Gryffindor relic," said Pomona. "How could he..."

"There is a legend that the sword will only appear when the real Gryffindor needs it," said Albus. "Looks like I have another 'test' to prepare."

Then Albus fell silent.

Pomona stood up, bowed to him, and left the principal's office.

There is a fable about bees that says: A man who advocates honor must have courage, but lacks courage, and his other principles are at best a sword without a point.

A person who advocates honor first pays attention to observing the principle of honor. In order to defend this principle, he even gives up his job, wealth and even his own life.

Gryffindor, unlike other houses, does not have a Death Eater.It's a pity that Sirius Black is a traitor. He betrayed his friends James Potter and Lily, and killed Peter Petitlou, leaving only a little finger, and injured dozens of Muggles while chasing him.

I don't know if anyone has ever thought that Black is all Slytherin.

Like blemishes on polished armor, or sunspots on the face of the sun, if only they weren't there.

(End of this chapter)