Harry Potter Morning Light.

Chapter 2850 On the City Wall

"Please take a seat, Director Fudge."

Dumbledore said politely to the Ministry of Magic officials who came to investigate the incident.

"What a disaster tonight," said Fudge sympathetically. "How is the tormented child doing now?"

"I let him rest in the lounge, and he told us all the details." Dumbledore motioned Fudge to look at Pomona and Snape, who stood aside, with serious expressions and hands folded over their chests.

"Yeah, he should be given a good rest." Fudge glanced at the two of them quickly, and then said to Dumbledore as if they were invisible, "Aside from Professor Carter, are there any of you involved in this matter? "

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Fudge hesitated.

"Everyone is in the castle tonight except Professor Carter," said Pomona. "We only received the report after the children returned to the castle."

"Need proof?" Snape asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I didn't bother you to investigate you." Fudge said, putting a letter on the table.

"What's this?" Dumbledore stared at Fudge without touching the letter.

"Here is a letter from the Minister for Magic, Headmaster," said Fudge.

"About what?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can't say that," said Fudge.

Severus strode out, and Pomona followed him out of the Headmaster's office.

With the cool summer wind blowing, Pomona breathed a sigh of relief.

While row homes were seen as a place for the middle class or the upstart, not all row homes were as bright and cozy as they appeared in the magazines.

Its first feature is denseness. It is even difficult to have a garden with a lawn like a suburban villa. Although it is very convenient to go out to the street, people will go to the suburbs and parks to breathe fresh air if they have the opportunity.

"Cecil looked up the doll's history," Severus said.

"What did he find?" Pomona asked.

"That house originally belonged to a builder named Pym. He made a fortune by cutting corners, but no one thought he would do the same when he was building a church. The roof of a church collapsed shortly after it was built. The under-attendant got hurt and he was convicted. The next few owners got more or less jail time, and it ended up being converted into a rental apartment because it’s a famous haunted house and it’s cheap.” Seaver Russ said, "As long as you don't care about the knocking sound in the wall, that place has convenient transportation and there is a park nearby. For the same price, you can only rent a house in a place with much worse conditions than there."

If the children's worries were homework and the adults' worries were household expenses, Pomona could almost imagine a time when she'd rather have a ghost as her neighbor than a ghostly bill.

"He didn't bother with those people?" Pomona asked.

"He feels bored, those people are not qualified to be his opponents."

"Is it possible that it was because of his father? He donated a lot of money to the hospital, and many people thought he was a good man," Pomona said.

He sighed, "People are not as good as you think."

"I know." Pomona said calmly, "It has been said that if you have no background and decide to be a good person, even if you are talented and insightful, you will almost certainly fall into the bottom of society."

He looked at her.

"How are you going to retort?" Severus asked.

"As a Scot would say, 'You're right,'" Pomona said with a smile. "You can choose not to listen to what other people say."

"That doesn't sound very sensible," Severus said with a smile.

"Ben's parents chose to listen to it. What happened?" Pomona asked back. There is no place to stand, even if he changes the world, I think it is right for Emily to use force to fight against oppression, what did Bill say? What does it mean that he sees a person clearly?"

"Are you speaking for Emily?" he asked in disbelief.

"I don't think about anything now, I just want to fight back." Pomona said through gritted teeth. "Violence can't solve all problems, but sometimes you need it."

"Get your wand out," Severus said, and stepped out into the clearing.

"You won't tell me to calm down?" Pomona asked.

He took his wand out of its sleeve.

Pomona took out her wand. She knew she was no match for him, but it didn't stop her from thinking about how to attack.

She actually appreciates a sentence: You don't need to be thin, you need strength.If strength makes one powerful, then a strong woman is perfect.

So she imitated Emily and used "faintly", and the old bat was easily blocked by "armor protection", after all, he was not a real bat.

It made her feel a lot more fun and more casual when she started.

If courage is the tip of a sword, what makes up its blade?
"You're not fast enough," Severus said, "Did you push yourself too hard?"

The night wind blew his robe, making his movements look like dancing.

Pomona withdrew her wand.

"I'm not Lily, and I'm not Gryffindor," she said softly.

He looked at her with wonder eyes.

"The night I found the cameo, I had a dream. Godric Gryffindor appeared, and he said I still don't know him well enough, maybe because I'm not Gryffindor. We need strength to defend our principles, so Only the sword of Gryffindor can absorb power stronger than itself, get rid of his (f**K) background, there are no bullies in this world!"

He still didn't speak.

"The sculpture of the goddess is often carved on the city walls and the entrance of the holy place. Could it be that in the past, that place was part of the fortifications and belonged to Hogwarts, but now it is divided into the Muggle community, the Muggle community Is it the sphere of influence of the Ministry of Magic?"

"The Muggle community belongs to the Muggle Prime Minister," Severus said. "The Ministry of Magic only protects the International Statute of Secrecy."

"So...does Hogwarts have the right to claim back the contents of the treasury?" Pomona asked.

"Under Muggle law, the finder will own the treasure," Severus said.

"But we're not Muggles," Pomona said with a smile.

"But this land belongs to England." Severus said with a smile, "Or do you want to go to the Court of King's Bench?"

"Is there still a Court of Thrones now?" asked Pomona.

He smiled slyly, "You can check it yourself."

Pomona sighed, "Others toast for victory, but I want to drink for losers. Would you like a drink?"

Severus shook his head.

"I'm not inviting you." Pomona looked at the headmaster's door. "Is there any plum brandy left, Albus?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to offer only honey," said Dumbledore, laughing.

Even if it's fruity brandy, it's not good to drink too much, let alone he is the headmaster.

"Mead is mead." Pomona said relaxedly, and walked to the principal's office.

Harry will definitely be sorted into Gryffindor, he will surpass his parents in achievement, and draw the sword of Gryffindor, just like other outstanding Gryffindors.

When she came up to Dumbledore, she looked down at the Slytherin, who was looking up at her.

She followed Albus into the headmaster's room, and all the headmasters in the frame woke up, Connelly Fudge sat in a chair, looking at them in embarrassment.

"A glass of mead?" Dumbledore said with a smile, and before Fudge could answer, he went to fetch the wine, humming.

(End of this chapter)