Harry Potter Morning Light

Minerva seldom went to the Gryffindor common room, unless it was something very important, which she thought was a way of respecting the privacy of the students.

Pomona often took the opportunity to replace the singing magical plants in the lounge to take a look inside. In a group of boarding students who have no parental supervision and act according to their own preferences, she believes that appropriate intervention will reduce some viciousness. Things happen, not to mention that growing children often have all kinds of concerns and troubles, and she is willing to listen to them. On the contrary, Felix basically doesn't care about everything, as he once said, keep a distance from humans.

Mandating that children have to buy pets left a bad impression on Pomona, although the original wizarding school had this rule because some transfiguration lessons required turning animals into glasses and the like.

With pets, comparisons are inevitable. The rarer the pet, the more attention-grabbing and onlookers will be. Who would pay attention to a tortoise or an ugly, lame cat?

Suspecting that Hermione's pet Crookshanks ate his pet mouse Scabbers, Ron publicly accused her several times in public and demanded an apology from her.

But Hermione insisted on refusing to apologize, thinking that Crookshanks just did what a cat should do.

This is not to the extent that it affects their friendship, but it also creates conflicts and disputes. The mention of pets reminded Pomona of the pet Stinger she gave to "Sev", a magical animal that is very wary of humans, and Severus put a lot of thought into making it a family member. , but this change did it no good.

The "mistake" Severus made was that he got close to the Gryffindor girl, and then he was "punished".

Severus hadn't had a pet since then, at least Ron hadn't witnessed Scabbers' dead body, and Scabbers was twelve years old, too old for a mouse.

After reaching the top of the tower, Pomona stood at the door and knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Come in," said an old voice.

Then she opened the door and went in.

At the desk with the silverware stood the old mage with white beard and hair, and he was feeding the phoenix Fawkes, which had been reborn from the ashes last year, and within a year it had grown from a fledgling to an adult and mingled with a snake. Fighting with the monster, pecking its eyes blind, provided Harry with a favorable opportunity to fight with the sword of Gryffindor.

But Pomona didn't pay attention to it for too long. When she saw Albus, she realized why some people believed Scamander's rumors.

Albus is old, even though he beat Grindelwald 60 years ago, is he still as energetic as he was then?

"Where are you going to stand the whole time?" Albus turned his back on Pomona and fed Fox a "snack".

"I have a question. Is the news from Scamander true?" asked Pomona.

"What did he tell you?"

"The Triwizard Tournament, and the re-election of the president of the Wizarding Union."

"I suppose so." Albus looked back at her. "Our old friend, Mr. Malfoy, never tires of trying to influence our work, and I think he succeeded this time."

"The Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for so many years, why suddenly..."

"You should think about what menu to serve our guests," Albus interrupted her. "And our castle, which hasn't been 'thoroughly' cleaned in years."

"Yes, principal." She said meekly.

"What else did he say to you?" Albus asked.

"We went to the Quidditch pitch and he suggested I build a maze," Pomona said.

"I think it's a good idea, don't you?" said Albus in a forced way.

"What? He told me that you were the one who repaired the maze."

Albus turned his head with a smile, and picked up the Elder Wand from the table.

"You know, who did it belong to?" Albus asked.

"Yes, Gellert Grindelwald," Pomona replied.

"He is an excellent prophet. Although we have a time converter and can go back to any moment in the past, we still can only spy on the future through these people with special abilities."

"What?" she asked confusedly.

"Of course, there is another way, such as divination. I have been worried that you will kill your turtle for divination."

"What!?" Pomona was startled and confused. "What are you thinking, Albus."

"Ancient fortunetellers used tortoise shells to prophesy."

"I will not kill my turtle for divination!" she said firmly.

Albus gave a meaningful smile.

"I know." He said softly, "You're not that kind of person."

"Thanks," she gasped, then her eyes widened in surprise. "Did Scamander take my turtle away because he was afraid I'd kill it?"

"I don't know what he knows, I don't have spies around him." Albus led Pomona to the Pensieve, took a memory from the shelf, and put it in.

There is a woman, she is dark skinned, and blue flames are eating her.

In an instant, she turned into ashes, and the whirlwind caused by the magic storm blew "her" away.

"Who is she?" Pomona asked sadly.

"Leta Lestrange, let me tell you a secret. She was Newt's first love." Albus said lightly, "Don't tell anyone."

"Lestrange? She's..."

"This memory belongs to her brother, Joseph Kama, and I sent him to Grindelwald to be my eyeliner." Albus continued, "Leta was painful to Joseph, but He didn't want to lose it, and yet, Gellert erased Karma's memory of her from his mind, relieving Karma of her pain, as he said."

"But the memory is there," Pomona said.

"Yeah, why?" Albus asked.

"Occlumency," Pomona whispered.

Albus rummaged through the shelves again, emptied it into the Pensieve, and there emerged a couple in bridal attire, the wife was tall and beautiful, the husband short and fat, but together they looked very happy.

"The witch's name is Queenie Goldstein, and she's a natural Legilimency." Albus said, looking at the Pensieve, "this gentleman's name is Jacob Kowalski, and he's a Muggle. "

Pomona wasn't surprised.

"I remember you talking to Minerva all the time, did she ever mention to you that she almost married a Muggle?" Albus asked.

"I remember, but it was canceled because it was not legal for wizards and Muggles to marry at the time."

"Jacob and Queenie encountered the same trouble, but Queenie did not choose to let go like Minerva, she joined Grindelwald." Albus paused, "For love."

She understood now what was going on.

"Queenie's main job is to spy on the members of Yermungard and use Legilimency. Gellert doesn't trust everyone."

"But Karma used Occlumency," Pomona continued. "Who the hell is he working for?"

"Gellert thought he was working for me at first, and it took Karma some time to gain his trust to allow him to join the party where he shared his vision of the 'future'." Albus said "Fantastic Beasts blood has a peculiar The effect, the purer the more, he saw Jacob holding the wand through the blood of the unicorn, so he thought that Muggles had found a way to steal the magic power of wizards."

"But in his inaugural speech..."

"His predictions have always been accurate, but unlike Sybil, he only sees fragments, and needs more information to analyze and sort out the sequence before he can speculate on what will happen in the future." Albus said, "It turns out that science Mr. Kowalski was only at the dinner party, and Gellert thought Mr. Kowalski was an assassin."

Pomona thought it might work if Jacob had a gun, if the wizard in charge of security hadn't seen a Muggle pistol.

"Love is not logical, Pomona, like Queenie, she passed Gellert's test, although she doesn't hate Muggles like the others." Albus looked at the smiles of the two in the Pensieve for a while, "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference, it's like a poison that seeps into every inch of your skin, every bone, seeps out when you realize you're alone, makes you The pain was unbearable."

"Sounds like the Cruciatus Curse," she said nonchalantly.

"It's worse than that, at least the Cruciatus Curse has a counter-curse, and there's only one antidote for that poison."

"What?"

"I hope you never know the taste of this poison, especially for witches." Albus said heavily, "Maybe, one day you will hate me..."

"Why should I hate you?" Pomona asked inexplicably again.

Albus smiled, "When you concentrate on academics, you will find that time flies, I remember your prefect once dueling Ravenclaw prefects over which house Bridget Willock came from. "

"Do you remember this little thing?" she complained.

"She's an arithmetic fortune teller, I think, you can go to the arithmetic fortune telling classroom to find what you want." Albus said mysteriously, put away the Pensieve, and walked to Fox again.

She felt that it was time for her to leave, but she couldn't help but look back.

The portrait of Arianna was still smiling softly, but she seemed to be a little more lively today, waving towards Pomona.

She left the office in a daze, and the moment she closed the door she made up her mind to get her turtle back.

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The carriage stopped, and Georgiana regained her "consciousness". She looked around and found that it was a small town.

The major came and opened the door for her.

She got out of the car and the first thing she saw was the ruins, which looked burnt.

"This used to be an abbey, between Metz and Fairford," the major explained.

"Where's the old monastery and monks?" Georgiana asked.

The major did not answer.

She took the binoculars from the car, and from where she was standing, she could see Fort Fairford under construction and the newly planned industrial zone, which was very convenient for sending troops to hunt down fugitives or for prisoners to work in factories.

Ignoring the others, she walked into the ruins and found a small green plant on the burnt ground, which she recognized immediately as a hop.

She sniffed it carefully again, and there seemed to be a smell of beer in the air.

"What used to be this monastery?" Georgiana asked Lupe.

"Beer." A staff member answered in his stead. "This used to be a charity monastery."

"Why was it burned?" She continued to question.

"They've been selling bootleg beer," Lupe replied. "They've been selling it for seven centuries. They were rich."

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Because she thought of the fat monk who liked to drink, and his regret that he did not become a cardinal.

Why doesn't he go on? Is being a bishop more important than going to heaven?

She looked up at the sky, and her rationality told her that there was only the atmosphere above her head, and after leaving the atmosphere, there was space, there was no heaven at all, and correspondingly, there was no hell at all.

So what should she believe?