Harry Potter Morning Light

A mist hangs over the beech woods.

She walked and looked around. These trees looked like church pillars, forming a long corridor. The "ceiling" was the same as the ceiling of the Hogwarts auditorium, showing the outside scenery.

"You haven't been to Platform Nine and Three Quarters," said the white-haired Albus, watching her from afar.

She was a little dazed.

"Come with me for a while," said Albus, and curled his arms, just as he had once at the Black Lake.

"You make me feel like you're going to take me to the wedding altar." She smiled, but still took Albus's hand and walked down the corridor.

"You know, it's not necessarily a phoenix that rises from the fire," said Albus.

"I know, there are demons." She laughed and said, "There are also garudas. After they die, they will turn into a bead and be taken away by the naga, so the garudas feed on the naga and want to get it back." Which bead."

"So which one would you like to choose?" Albus asked.

"None of them," she said with a smile.

"May I ask why?"

Queen of the Night, your vengeance burns so fiercely that even your daughter will not be spared.

"I choose to grow up," she whispered. "Maybe it's time for me to give up being a little girl all my life."

"Is it because of me?" Albus asked.

"Part of it," she says openly, "if all of a sudden my parents are gone, I find I have to grow up."

"Harry Potter doesn't have parents either, do you think he's grown up?" Albus asked.

"He's different."

"What's the difference?" Albus asked.

Because he is a boy, a boy can never grow up all his life.

"If Lily chooses to apply to teach at Hogwarts, will you offer her a position?" she asked.

"Why do you think that?" Albus' blue eyes looked at her through his glasses.

"because……"

"Sybil?" Albus asked.

"I didn't say that." She denied it.

Albus laughed.

"Professor Trelawney is in short supply. Hogwarts is a school that trains outstanding wizards for the wizarding world." Albus said after laughing.

"I've heard this tone a lot these days." She said with a sneer.

"You still think Severus' mistakes were unforgivable?" Albus asked.

"No, I don't think so," she said quietly.

"Why?"

"He saved you a lot of life. If I had a father, I would let him do the same."

Albus said nothing.

"But now it's me who committed the unforgivable sin." She said sadly.

"Why do you think that?" Albus asked.

She didn't answer.

"Tell me, where are we now?" Albus asked, looking around.

She raised her head and looked around, only to find that the church made of trees had disappeared, replaced by Baroque buildings. However, it does not match that the stairs here are very low and the slope is very gentle, which is a barrier-free facility suitable for people with reduced mobility.

"Invalides," she whispered.

Albus raised an eyebrow.

"I want to help people," she said flatly.

As soon as her words fell, some figures appeared around them, people with disabilities and people supporting them.

"Do you know what these people used to do when they were healthy?" Albus asked.

"The important thing is not what they have done, but what I want to do." She said indifferently, "That makes me feel better, just like someone feels that having more is better."

"It's accepted, isn't it?" Albus asked.

Her thinking was confused for a moment, but she still figured it out, if she wanted to be an "unknown great man", then she would not be recognized, so why did she care about those "recognized" people?

"I remember that priest told you that people in that world are neither really alive nor really dead." Albus said, "There are some things you don't need to be so concerned about."

Instead of arguing the subject with Albus, she wondered why she had made the same choice.

The devil seems to bring good luck, but on Sunday, the Creator God has to rest, just like in the Book of Job, if there is no God’s acquiescence, how could the devil make Job not only lose his children, but also make him lose his health .

Go to the camp of the devil, it can make you live well, look at the god who does nothing, worship him, he will not give you any benefit.

"Thanks."

She saw a fallen person being picked up, and the scene moved her a lot.

"If you need help at Hogwarts, you just need to ask." She said softly, "But it's not like that in the outside world, and help is not taken for granted."

Although you and I are strangers, thank you for your help.

It was gratitude that kept her from falling when she was about to walk into the abyss. Even though the devil was very angry about this, he would give her a taste, so that she could taste what it means to be "powerful".

She felt tired, not because she had no strength, but because she had to deal with the guy who kept making troubles to show her sense of existence.

You are disgusting.

She slowly opened her eyes, she was still in the castle that was used to lock up poachers.

She could smell the burning smell, as if the smell from the fire a hundred years ago hadn't dissipated.

Then she thought of the phoenix Fawkes, whom she had missed when it passed into nirvana, and the basin was full of ashes.

"you're awake?"

She looked at the speaker.

"How did you come?"

Dilloch placed a letter on the table in front of her.

But she was not in the mood to read it now.

"Open it up," Dilloch said.

"There is an old story." Georgiana said indifferently, "The bishop, the king and the rich man ordered the soldiers to kill the other two, and they would give him the reward he wanted. Don't you think it is very similar to the situation of these three towns now? Is it?"

"Three towns?"

"Botsford, Wertmeyer and Oldheim, Botsford is the duke's hunting palace, where the patron saint of hunters is enshrined, and Wertmeyer is the diocese determined by the Holy See, and later transferred to the nunnery , and Oldheim will be full of rich people in the future.”

"You're in the mood to tell me this, without reading the letter?" Dilloch said.

"I told those intruders to spare their lives, but you also know him." Georgiana said sleepily, "I violated his bottom line."

"So you think he must be angry?"

What does it matter if he is angry or not?

She thought indifferently, Albus liked sweet candy, as if it could bring some sweetness to a bitter life. She may have liked sugar in the past, but when she thought that it was grown by slaves, she didn't want to eat cane sugar.

"You like Venice, and he's really trying to get it from the Austrians," Dilloch said. "And then there's the Silesian problem."

She looked at Dillock calmly.

"Aren't you happy?" Dilloch asked.

"Why should I be happy?" she asked back.

"He dotes on you," Dilloch said.

This may be regarded as a "good story" and left to be sung by future generations, but it is not "real" at all.

"If you really care about his opinion so much, you don't have to keep your promise."

"I'm not that kind of person." Georgiana said indifferently.

"Then you're asking for trouble," Dilloch said.

"Maybe." She sighed. "After all, it's rare for good things to happen in my life."

"Don't be so pessimistic, open the letter and read it," Dilloch said.

"You didn't take it apart to see?"

Diloc shook his head.

"Then you know that the letter I wrote was followed?"

"That's better than hearing from you that 'good things rarely happen in life'." Dilloch said angrily, "Why do you think so?"

She felt that there were many reasons, but she couldn't name even one.

"Don't say things like that, everything will be fine," Dilloch said.

It's best like this, but she doesn't think so, this world is a better place for liars to live, even Albus is the president of the International Union of Wizards and the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Without his protection, it would be difficult for her to survive in this world of intrigue.

There is an opera whose libretto goes like this: The first soldier to be king is lucky.

So how did soldiers do it?

Did the soldiers kill the bishop and the rich man, or did he kill the king and become the new king with the support of the survivors?

Who is this survivor? A bishop who can crown him, or a rich man who brings him gold coins?

"Are we spending the night here today?" asked Georgiana.

"Of course not." Dillock said awkwardly.

"Then hurry up!" She grabbed the whip and said angrily, and then left the room.