Harry Potter Morning Light

After emerging from the fireplace, Pomona and Severus arrived at the Ministry of Magic, and the first thing she saw was Lucius Malfoy, talking to a Ministry official.

Pomona recognized him, he was with the head of the Legal Enforcement Department at the Smith's party yesterday, Lucius and he stopped talking when they saw Severus appearing, and greeted him with smiles on their faces.

"You look in good spirits, how are you getting ready?" Lucius said with a smile on his face.

"Very good." Snape, who had just survived the night last night, said "refreshed".

Flame-breathing potion is a kind of potion that requires control. If one-sided pursuit of power, the person drinking the potion can breathe out powerful flames, but he himself will be injured.

Compared to tossing and turning in bed and not being able to fall asleep, staying up late and taking difficult potions might be more calming. Anyway, Snape's face looked "good" as usual now.

After saying hello, they went to the first basement floor. Because there were too many people watching the battle, the Ministry of Magic had to provide a court.

On the way to the basement, Pomona was invisibly squeezed to the end, and the three of them chatted while walking as if they were in a good relationship.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, and Pomona trotted along anyway, and they came to the door.

"Ready?" Lucius Malfoy asked.

Snape nodded heavily, and then he and the Ministry of Magic officials opened the door.

The seat of the "jury" was full, and those potion masters from all over the world were whispering, but the moment the door opened, they focused their attention on Snape.

Even though Pomona hid behind him, she still felt that the edge was on her back, and she followed them to the frontmost reserved position.

In the center of the courtroom, where the trial chair should have been, there was a huge golden balance. The light projected from the ceiling was originally used to illuminate the prisoners, but now it gave it a mysterious color.

Many people were looking at Snape, who looked at the scale blankly.

"After the end, how do you want to celebrate?" Malfoy asked suddenly.

Snape shot him a look, then a hand came from behind them.

"It's an honor to meet you, Professor." The audience member, speaking English with an exotic accent, said to Snape.

Snape curled his mouth, smiled symbolically, shook hands with the audience, and then looked forward again.

At this point the courtroom door opened again, and Damocles Belby appeared with the Minister for Magic, sitting in the audience opposite them.

Then a young man walked to the front of the balance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are welcome to gather here to witness together." The young man said this, and turned his attention to Snape, "Is the effect of wolf-binding juice as good as Professor Snape said."

No one applauds here, after all, those who come here are not for circus.

That's when Pomona remembered something, Severus asked her to name the new potion and she forgot.

"Volunteers are invited."

said the young man loudly, and stepped aside.

The door opened again, and two Aurors came in first, followed by a caped and masked figure who, Pomona thought, looked like a wrestler.

At this time, the auditorium burst into warm applause.

Pomona looked at the masked man, and he looked at her, and from those eyes Pomona recognized him as Remus Lupine.

The young man was still talking about "rules of the game", Pomona quietly squeezed Snape's hand, and he gently shook it back.

"...first, we weigh the volunteers."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, an Auror had already helped Remus pull up the cloak, revealing his thin and pale body.

In addition to being thin, he had some wounds on his body, some Pomona recognized, where Sirius and James hurt him to stop him, and some she didn't recognize, probably from him in the past ten years. Injuries suffered during the year.

When we are young, we don't feel pain because we don't know much about the world.

As the years get older and there are more things to see, people will feel pain.

People in the past didn't feel pain because they didn't know much before. In addition to the inconvenient way of disseminating information, it was also because some people deliberately kept people with "pure souls" and didn't know what the real world looked like. What's wrong with being in Eden from birth to death?

At this time Severus broke free from her hand and stood up, and then walked towards the host, and Damocles Belby on the other side also came over, and they stood a few steps away from the scale, followed by Leon James jumped onto one end of the scale.

Seeing the ups and downs and ups and downs of the scales, Pomona inexplicably thought of Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice".

Charlotte only mentioned a pound of flesh and blood in the contract, and did not mention blood, so the lawyer added a condition when defending her, forcing Charlotte to withdraw her claim.

"Do you believe in fairness?" Lucius Malfoy said suddenly.

At first Pomona thought he was chatting with a companion.

"Do you believe in fairness, Professor?" Lucius asked again.

Pomona looked into his gray eyes.

Lucius stared at her for a moment, then arrogantly turned his eyes to the center of the courtroom.

At this time, the huge balance was still shaking, but it was not as violent as before.

A goblin was weighing the other side of the scale, and Severus and Damocles could get a closer look to see if there was cheating.

"Do you believe in justice?" Pomona asked Lucius.

He, too, thought Pomona was talking to someone else, until he noticed that she had addressed her question to himself.

"My ancestors said, don't trust anything," Malfoy said with a sly smile.

"Because a lot of things aren't what they seem?" Pomona asked.

Malfoy looked at her wisely.

Pomona smiled sweetly at him.

"I thought I would see that beautiful lady from yesterday." Malfoy said slowly, "Why did he bring you here?"

"Have you ever wondered what would happen if the volunteer died?" Pomona said quietly. "I'm here for my friends."

"Who's your friend?" Malfoy asked.

Pomona did not answer the question.

"I just hope there are no surprises," Pomona said.

"Me too," Malfoy said triumphantly. "Sissy's ready for the dance."

"You've already decided how to celebrate, why are you still asking him?" Pomona asked.

"I'm showing respect," Malfoy said plausibly, ignoring the weird looks from Pomona and those around him.

At this time, the weighing ceremony was also over. After measuring the data, Remus jumped off the scale, and then the scale fell to the other side with a "bang", almost hitting the goblin, but luckily he got out of the way immediately .

Immediately after the lottery session began, Severus and Damocles had to choose one each. No matter what they were like before, they were now humble.

Eventually it was Damocles who reached into the wooden box, and he pulled out a green billiard ball with "2" written on it in black.

"Severus Snape's wolf juice is the first." The host said, "You can go down and prepare, professor."

"It's a good thing! Isn't it!" Pomona asked Malfoy quickly.

"As you said, if there are no accidents." Malfoy looked at Snape's back, he was being led to another room "If the werewolf died after drinking Damocles' wolfbane Nothing to do with Severus."

"Oh, hell, why don't you say something nice!" Pomona grumbled.

Malfoy didn't bother to argue with her. After the weighing ceremony and the drawing of lots were over, everyone stood up. The Ministry of Magic prepared a buffet breakfast, and these potions masters from all over the world could chat while eating.

It's a pity that Snape couldn't enjoy these things, he still had to cook the medicine bitterly, as for Remus... Pomona watched him being taken away by two Aurors like escort, although he was a volunteer, not a prisoner, Or was taken to the entrance to the cell.