Harry Potter Morning Light

As the sun went down, the dementors left the Forbidden Forest and began to creep closer to the school grounds.

Pomona threw a piece of firewood into the fireplace, then rubbed his arms, "Why don't you activate the guardian magic?"

"Because, this is a quid pro quo." Snape sat at the desk, reading her newly borrowed book, and said slowly, "Dementors don't enter the school grounds during the day, and only enter the school at night to search. At this time, most people They are already sleeping in the lounge, unless you go on a night trip like Mr. Potter, you may encounter them."

She was upset "Why didn't Dumbledore ban them from the school?"

Snape put down the book.

"You know Connery Fudge allowed them to go to Hogsmeade, right?"

"Yes."

"The fact that they're going whether Fudge allows it or not, it's a hunt for them and they're excited about it."

"Dementors also have the feeling of 'excitement'?"

Snape didn't seem to know what to explain to her, and picked up the book again.

"You mean the Ministry can't control them?" Pomona asked.

"The dementor is not like a house elf. It has a magical contract with the wizard. Even if Dobby leaves the Malfoy house, it still can't say anything bad about Malfoy, and of course it can't reveal their family's secrets to anyone." Snape turned a page, "Some people suspect that they let Black go on purpose, so that they can leave Azkaban and go to a crowded place."

"I don't think dementors have that intelligence," Pomona said.

But after she finished speaking, she regretted it.

"You want to be a prophet too?" Snape asked.

"No!" she said firmly, "Being a prophet requires 'talent', and I don't have this 'talent'."

"Then you're still wasting time on these useless things?"

She wants to say that she is not human, and some time can be wasted.

Human beings use every minute and every second of their short lives to catch up and surpass other magical creatures.

"Are the centaurs okay? They're going to be neighbors with dementors," Pomona asked.

"The White Wizard didn't think of them when he negotiated with the Dementors," Snape said grimly.

"And you?"

"I'm just an insignificant teacher. What qualifications do I have to speak on this occasion?"

She looked at him suspiciously.

"What?"

There was a knock at the door, and Pomona went to open it and found a silver tray full of food.

"Thank you!" she said into the empty hallway, then picked up the tray and went back to the office.

Snape stared at her.

"What for?" she asked as she put the food on the table.

"House-elves don't appreciate you for saying 'thank you'."

"Whether they appreciate me or not, it's basic courtesy for me to say 'thank you'." She stared at the unrepentant guy. "What do you think of Dexter Fusco?"

"You mean the 'traitor'?" Snape said.

Pomona would have liked a bite of the stew and now doesn't care for it.

Fusco is also a pure-blood family, and although he has no obvious sympathy for Muggles, he has become a "pure-blood traitor".

"I wonder why it's been a few hundred years since he's been honored so that his portrait can hang on the wall of the principal's office," Pomona asked, spooning a mouthful of the stew.

"Are you pretending not to know, or knowingly asking?" Snape asked.

"What?" she said inexplicably.

Snape didn't want to talk to her anymore, he picked up his spoon and ate his meal.

Aristotle once believed that the world is composed of four elements: fire, wind, water, and earth. Although there were four founders of Hogwarts at the beginning, they did not correspond their colleges to one element. .

Later, I don't know who matched the college with the elements, Gryffindor with fire, Ravenclaw with wind, Slytherin with water, and Hufflepuff with earth.

This habit has lasted for hundreds of years. Suddenly, one day, someone told the world that this concept may be wrong, because Aristotle agrees with the geocentric theory. He believes that the earth does not move, and the sun, moon, stars, and planets Orbiting in a perfect circle, it was even modeled by Ptolemy in the 2nd century BC.

The shock of the heliocentric theory has spread to the wizarding world. The thin biography did not describe it in detail, but the author wrote a sentence: Telling the truth is not a kind of resistance, but a ground-breaking revolution.

The word revolution originally refers to the movement of celestial bodies, and it is difficult for her to connect it with the revolutionary movement of mankind, and it is also possible that people now have difficulty connecting the revolution of human beings with the movement of celestial bodies.

She didn't understand why people in that era would use this word.

"Have you ever thought about time travel?" asked Pomona, looking at her in surprise from Snape, who was chewing his food.

"What do you mean?" he asked flatly.

"Go back in time and solve some puzzles," she said.

"You can think clearly in this world, and you don't need to go back to the past." He lowered his head and picked up the stew on the plate with a spoon. The dead body is fully 400 years old."

"I know, I just don't get it..." she said anxiously.

"You're an idiot, don't think too much about it," he said bluntly.

She glared at him.

"You want to go back in time and let the Sorting Hat sort you into Ravenclaw?" Snape asked.

"No!" she said without hesitation.

"So what's the point of your question?"

"I don't want to change anything, I just want to understand some problems." She put down the spoon, and waved her hands a little excitedly, "How should I say you to understand!"

"I also asked Longbottom this question, how is he doing recently?" He said while eating slowly.

She calmed down and picked up the spoon again.

"How do you make him 'Keeper'?" Snape asked.

She froze for a moment: "How do you know?"

"I went to the greenhouse." He said slowly, "Because I didn't answer the password, Longbottom didn't let me in."

Pomona's eyes widened.

"What's going on?" he asked calmly.

"I think, let him rebuild his confidence," Pomona said after returning to his senses. I can't get the answer, so I let him be the judge, and let him decide whether the other person is right or wrong."

"Haven't you ever thought that if he can't remember the correct answer, no matter how you change the password, it will be different from the password he thinks?"

"Then guess, there are always people at the door of the Ravenclaw lounge sleeping outside the lounge all night because they didn't guess the knocker correctly." She scooped up a big spoonful of stew, "Isn't Neville as good as a Fool's knocker."

"What's the password?" Snape asked casually.

Pomona chewed the food in his mouth and told him to wait patiently.

In fact, she was thinking quickly, the last time Neville didn't allow Snape to enter the greenhouse as he wished, and the next time he went in, there was no door to resist, would something happen to Neville.

"I won't do anything to him." Snape seemed to see what she was thinking, and said in a low voice, "At least he's doing his job, unlike some people who have to do everything for others. "

She watched him cautiously.

"The semester is almost over, why do you think I'll be substitute for Lupin?" he asked angrily.

"I just……"

"Nothing to talk about," he went on, "I got the potions ready and let Lupine come and get them himself, but he said he couldn't move, and in his state of health I really wonder if even the final exams have to be given I'll do it for you."

She didn't speak.

"Why didn't I pay him his share," he grumbled, before continuing to eat from his plate.

Remus is short of money, anyone with a discerning eye can see that, but...

"Back to the previous topic, do you think the multiverse exists?" Pomona asked mentally.

"What strange book did you read again?" He asked absently.

"Stephen Hawking, a brief history of time, he believes that the universe is infinite and composed of multiple universes. Each universe is parallel to each other and will not touch each other, but they have different physical parameters, and even the speed of light is not the same..."

She kept chattering, and he listened patiently, and soon the food on his plate was finished.

"What do you think?" Pomona lost no time in asking as he swallowed the last bite of his meal.

"How do you think parallel universes came about?" Snape asked.

"It's like railroad tracks, which have nothing to do with each other, but will overlap due to some accidental events." Pomona replied.

"It's very suitable as a subject for writing novels, isn't it?" He said teasingly, "One person has a different ending due to different choices, but the whole world has not changed."

"That's what the physicists came up with," Pomona retorted.

"They are physicists, equally imaginative, what they say now is not necessarily 'truth', and the phlogiston theory was popular before, and it has also been falsified."

"Don't be so serious," she muttered.

"I just don't like you guys, you can make jokes about everything." He stood up, "For me, the world and time are straight lines, there is no bifurcation or intersection, next you want to ask Me, if I hadn't said that word to Lily back then, what would happen now?"

"I didn't mean that, Severus," she said seriously.

"I'm in a bad mood, thank you for your dinner." Snape said coldly, and then left her office, slamming the door behind her with a "bang" as she left.

Pomona looked at the cold stew on the plate, with a layer of oil floating on it, looking unappetizing, maybe she really should change it.

After a while, she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Pomona asked.

No one answered.

"Is that you, Severus?" she said as she stood up, thinking he'd forgotten something.

When she walked to the door, she looked back at the book she had just read. It was not old, not as dusty as the wizard history book about the 16th century, but it told dusty stories.

The door knocked again.

"Here we come!" she said, opening the medieval door.

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If one day, she returns to that world and gets a time converter, will she go back to before everything happened?

Sitting in the carriage, she looked at the cloudy sky and thought.

At this time, it was snowing lightly, and there were a few children playing skating on the ice lake outside the town.

This is actually dangerous, because if the ice on the lake is not thick enough, they will fall.

Then she thought of Harry Potter, in order to get the sword of Gryffindor, he took off his clothes and dived into the frozen water, and was almost drowned by the Slytherin locket as a Horcrux.

And Draco Malfoy, skating with Astonia Greengrass, the boy who looked like his father's carbon copy was not the same.

He no longer insists on blood purity, just because he fell in love with a Ravenclaw girl.

"Do you think it's important to have someone convert a lot for you?" asked Albus from the pew.

"Isn't it?" she asked back then.

"You still feel that way?"

She looked at the old man who was like a hallucination.

"You ask me, do you want to delete those memories? Who are you?"

"You said, the person you thought couldn't modify memories?" said the phantom who looked a lot like Albus, "Maybe it's because of another reason. As long as you don't create pain, you won't have painful memories, just like raising a dog. Happy pig, kill him when the time comes."

She didn't answer.

"Only by figuring out how you got in can you get out. It's pointless to fantasize about those." The old man sighed. "I thought you would be different from other witches."

"Did I let you down?" she asked with her head down.

But she didn't hear the reproach, and when she looked up, the old man had disappeared.

"You're really going crazy." She said wearily, closing her eyes.