Harry Potter Morning Light

Fiona left in the middle of the meal.

The two "men" in the restaurant were indifferent to her leaving, so Pomona had to follow Fiona to leave.

As Pomona said before, talking about serious topics during meals can affect appetite.

They were back in the kitchen again, Fiona making no secret of her anxiety.

She habitually picked out the pockets on her clothes, but found nothing, and Pomona knew what that meant.

"Would you like a cigarette?"

"No." Fiona said irritably, "I thought you were good people."

In other words, Fiona rejected everything she offered because she felt that "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" were bad people?

"I thought you had accepted that the wizarding world was different from Muggles," said Pomona.

"I know it's different!" Fiona walked around the kitchen impatiently, "but I thought that as long as I can live a good life, I can get used to this difference."

"Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" Pomona said with a sneer, "You smuggled from Romania to the UK just to pursue the so-called 'good life', but here is not what you think, is it?"

Fiona stared at her.

"Western Europe is not a paradise. Although Romania is backward, it is not hell. How different do you think this manor is from the Romanian countryside?"

Pomona leaned against the door frame, standing leisurely, "Sometimes people's feelings are so wonderful, as long as you put a halo on it, you can taste delicious things that don't suit your taste. Yes. Many places in Romania are still closed to traffic, and horse-drawn carts are still used as in the Middle Ages. This is similar to the French countryside, but the horse-drawn carriage in Provence does not mean that the traffic is backward, but romantic and retro.”

"You don't have the right to talk to me like that." Fiona said bitterly, "You've never been poor, and you don't even know what it's like."

"For children in the slums, there are only two paths. One is to be a law-abiding, hard-working person. Maybe he has to work two jobs, but he is still poor. The other is to join a gang and do something illegal. But quick money, Edgar used to be the same as Felix, except that he was lucky to be a wizard, unfortunately he still went to the road of crime, he has a tattoo on his arm, that's what he used to join past gang."

Pomona said strangely.

How would Voldemort have looked if he knew she was comparing Death Eaters to gangs?

"Are you guys from the Mafia?" Fiona asked.

"No, not the mafia, we are wizards, and our powers are not child's play, or fairy godmothers in fairy tales, who make Cinderella dresses."

Pomona walked up to a wilted rose in a vase, and the withered rose came alive again in her hands.

"Your son's strength is different from that of ordinary wizard children. He was born for war."

"Is this something to do with genetics?" Fiona asked.

Pomona didn't know how to answer.

"I knew it!" Fiona seemed to be sure of something, and said through gritted teeth, "Of course a violent father will have a violent son."

Pomona didn't want Fiona to have this misunderstanding.

But she didn't want to explain the misunderstanding.

"How's Felix's grades?" Pomona asked.

Fiona shook her head, "Even if I prepare enough tuition for him, it's impossible for him to enter a prestigious school."

"Then I think you have no other choice." Pomona withdrew her hand. "This is your chance to change your destiny."

"If you have a child, do you let him risk a rich life, and hope that he can be ordinary, but spend his life safely?" Fiona stared into Pomona's eyes.

This Muggle woman displayed an astonishing strength at this moment, without the timid attitude of a maid just now.

"I have no children," Pomona said deadpan.

"I know." Fiona continued to look at her aggressively, "I'm asking if you have children in the future..."

"I think it's because Harry Potter has no parents that no one is worried about getting hurt when he rides a high-speed Firebolt into a Quidditch match." Pomona interrupts Fiona" The other kid, Draco Malfoy, was banned from the academy team by his mother because she was so worried about him getting hurt, even though he was very athletic."

"What do you mean?"

"This is the difference between men and women in educating children. Draco's father tried to get him into the team and let him exercise himself, but his mother spoiled him and forbade him to do any dangerous things. Why don't you ask?" Ask Felix's father? After all, he is not your only child."

"I don't want him to know where I am," Fiona said angrily.

"Will he use violence against you?" Pomona asked.

"No, he's always setting the wrong example for Felix, but the kid still likes him."

"So, you don't want them together?" Pomona asked.

"He wants us to have a normal life." Fiona started circling in the kitchen again. "He's always in and out of the prison. Every time there is a case around, the police are always the first to think of him. You don't know when How the neighbors gossip when uniformed police show up at our door."

Pomona thought of the badgers who "gossiped" behind Harry's back after the Chamber of Secrets incident.

"Your husband stayed away from you to save you from being hurt by words," Pomona said. "I think he is not so bad, at least better than another father I know."

"who?"

"Voldemort's father, a rich Muggle, he didn't even give money to send his pregnant wife, and let her wander the streets." Pomona smiled coldly, "Voldemort's grandfather thought he came back to recognize his ancestors It's to take advantage, you are a woman with a child, have you ever been bullied? For example, withholding wages or something?"

Fiona stared blankly at Pomona.

"The law is used to deal with people, but violence is used to deal with animals. Sometimes the distinction between people and animals is blurred, especially when faced with the temptation of interests. You are an illegal immigrant, even if the boss does not pay you , you can’t call the police. Some things you take for granted are not what they seem on the surface, and the rules are not followed by everyone consciously, which is why we need force.” Pomona sighed "I know many people think dueling is a barbaric act, but people in the Middle Ages would fight for honor, for love, and for justice. At least people in that era knew what honor, love, and justice are. This seemingly stupid Things make me feel that human beings are not so hopeless. I used to be like you, forcing what I thought was right into my husband's hands, but it wasn't what he really wanted. If you really love Fei Lex, you should tolerate him and let him become the person he wants to be. I never persuaded Edgar to give up the black magic, that was his firm choice, and denying this is denying everything about him."

"Are you saying that I should tolerate my son even if he wants to become an outlaw?" Fiona asked firmly.

"Written laws are not always right. Do you know what caused werewolves and wizards to come to this point?" Pomona asked.

Fiona didn't make a sound, so she continued to say, "The Anti-Werewolf Act made werewolves have no way out. Six years before that, the Ministry of Magic also promulgated some legal provisions to persecute mixed-race and Muggle wizards. For those in power, the law is just a tool for them to manage the people, not to protect the weak. I know, you need time to figure it out, so I won’t advise you to go back to the restaurant and have dinner with us. We may If you're not at home, you and Felix have a good talk."

After speaking, Pomona left the kitchen.

That's all she says, hoping understanding isn't hereditary, or she might as well be singing to the cows.

"Have you talked to her?" Severus asked when he was back in the dining room.

Pomona smiled and did not answer.

"We will return to England in the afternoon. Can you take care of this manor, Jan?"

"Of course, sir!" said Felix proudly.

"And my bird snake." Pomona reminded Felix, "Remember to change the dressing!"

"Oh, this..."

"You're a Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuff is going to do this!" Pomona interrupted the young man with a face full of displeasure. "If you want to become a warlock, start by taking care of magical animals."

After speaking, she stuffed a big mouthful of beef into her mouth.

"You heard what she said," Severus said. "Birds and snakes are capable of fighting, not livestock that provide us with meat."

Felix immediately nodded in conviction.

Pomona looked at the two "men" coldly.

Why do both the house-elf and Felix trust Severus more, since she is the one who treats them better!