Harry Potter Morning Light

"Who else can be a referee? I should be!" Greta Khakilov shouted angrily. "Why should I be like 'others' and only come to school on the last day?"

Pomona kept a sweet smile.

"This is for safety reasons, nothing to do..."

"Irrelevant?" Greta screamed in a soprano voice. "I am irrelevant? Do you know how much I donate?"

"I'll check the books," Pomona said impatiently.

But Greta didn't notice the change in her tone, and continued to complain on her own.

In fact, all Greta wanted was for her to take a few friends from afar to visit the school and meet Albus Dumbledore by the way.

Greta is not an unreasonable person. In order to ensure the fairness of the game, she will not go to the Quidditch stadium where the third mission is held. She is not accommodating even such a small matter.

Pomona was not supposed to handle this matter, but Minerva had a "little conflict" with her, and it was Pomona's turn.

Greta babbled for about half an hour before leaving. Pomona breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately felt that the world was clean.

"how do you feel?"

She looked up to find Severus standing in the doorway of her office.

"Alive," she said wearily, secretly feeling pity for Sirius Black, who was Greta's "target."

"I mean how does it feel to have a substitute?" He said slickly. "That piece of cheese didn't realize that you were supposed to be in class at this time."

"How can someone as self-centered as her realize that if I keep her waiting for class, it will be difficult," Pomona said wearily.

He came in and closed the door.

"I have new news. Percy Wise has received a letter of appointment from the Ministry of Magic."

"What?" Pomona asked.

Snape twisted his lips into a malicious smile. "Fudge appointed him as Junior Assistant to the Minister for Magic, with full authority to represent the Minister in all matters at Hogwarts in his absence."

"Can Charlie not go back?" Pomona asked.

"This has nothing to do with family reunions," Severus said, sitting on the arm of her chair. "Maybe he will have 'unlimited' time with his family in the future."

Pomona glanced at his pocket watch and saw that it was lunch time.

"Do you want to eat here, or go to the auditorium?"

"Dukan is gone."

Pomona tilted her head, apparently she had no other choice.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Where's your maze model?" he asked.

"I took it somewhere else." She said casually, opened the door of the office, and went to the kitchen to get food.

There were quite a few empty rooms in the dungeon, and if he really wanted to look for them, it was easy to find them.

She grabbed some sherry juice, pumpkin pie, sausage and fennel beef, and when she returned to the office, Severus was looking at her bookcase.

"You put Cassino's book here?" he said without raising his head.

"Otherwise where do you put it?" She was about to kick the door shut with her foot.

"Dean!"

Just as the door was about to close, Cedric yelled.

"Hi, Cedric." Pomona reopened the door. "What do you want?"

Cedric glanced at Severus.

"Are you going to ask about the third mission? Champion." Snape smiled falsely.

Cedric took a breath and turned to look at Pomona. "My parents asked if I could bring my friends on the day of the third event."

"What are you here for? To form a cheerleading squad to cheer you on?" Snape asked.

"I'm talking to the Dean." Cedric looked at Snape angrily.

"And I, as the head of school security, tell you, no." Snape put down his book, and said slowly and word for word, "Even your parents shouldn't come, and I haven't received any other champions so far." Parents have requests in this regard."

Cedric glared at Snape, who smiled and stared at him.

"I think your parents could come." Pomona put the food on the desk. "But their friends probably won't be able to. Do you think I'm right, Severus?"

Snape continued to look at Cedric.

Just when Pomona was going to continue to intervene, Snape said, "You have three months to graduate, even though you are 17 years old."

"I know, sir." Cedric said every word.

"That means you're still a child, and of course your parents can come and cheer you on." Snape smiled falsely. "Good luck."

Then he closed the door behind Cedric.

"This is my office," Pomona said, looking at Snape.

But he was very contented, as if he had arrived at his own territory, he picked up the sherry juice and took a sip.

"When did you become head of school safety?" Pomona asked.

"Just this morning, Headmaster Dumbledore appointed me." He handed Pomona a glass of sherry juice. "I think it's worth celebrating."

She took the juice but didn't drink it.

"You brought the drink, and I drank it first, are you still worried about being poisoned?" He asked.

She couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she took it like a medicine.

She waited for a while, but didn't feel any "drug effect", and then he said with a confident smile.

"Let's eat."

He took the food and came to the place where he usually eats, the low table by the fireplace. As the weather warmed up, there was no need to start a fire anymore. The fireplace was full of ashes left by the burning wood.

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Phoenixes are born from the ashes, and ash snakes are born from the ashes of magical flames. According to the normal laws of nature, kindling bushes should be burned to ashes by fire.

After the death of human beings, the burning of the body will also produce ashes. Someone probed into the ash with a magnetized knife and found iron powder. From this, he concluded that the substances that make up the human body are no different from all things.

At the final moment of the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort's body collapsed, and he was reduced to ashes in front of many people.

Pomona had always thought that the dust looked like plant ash, or the ashes left after the paper was burned, and of course it might have been her own.

The trophy that was used as the door key, after a while after leaving the Goblet of Fire, the faint blue flame inside went out. The maze disappeared with it, and the Quidditch pitch was restored to its original form.

Georgiana fanned herself gently with a fan. The performers on the stage had changed from magicians to divas, and she didn't pay attention to what the singer was singing.

Facts have proved that the kindling shrub is not impossible to be incinerated by flames. For example, using high-temperature dragon fire can turn it into ordinary plant ash, but it will die in this way, and even using rejuvenating agents and resuscitating agents cannot make it ash. It resurrects.

In fact, kindling shrubs are not without leaves. As long as the fire does not ignite, the leaves will not be burned by the fire, and it looks no different from ordinary hedges.

Pomona asked Hagrid to grow the plants, and it took him a month to grow them to 20 feet tall, barely in time for the Triwizard Tournament.

Ludo Bagman tries to wring information from Hagrid so he can leak the secret to the champion he bet on and pay off his gambling debt.

But Hagrid didn't know anything except making these trees grow taller, and the interns in charge of setting up the maze had signed a non-disclosure agreement, and they looked so young and immature that Ludo Bagman didn't think they knew anything.

As tour guides, while protecting the safety of the contestants, they deformed the maze every 15 minutes. Pomona gave each of them a pocket watch as a souvenir, and also hid a small red stone in it. They can only issue the "transformation" order, and they don't know what it will become.

The earliest ancient Greek philosophers believed that all social classes should maintain their own boundaries. If a person exceeds the boundaries that are consistent with his nature, justice will be to punish his excesses and restore the original balance.

Russell wrote in the book that the "justice" that the Greeks thought was different from the justice that contemporary people thought. This kind of justice was closer to "destiny" and fate. Do what you want without overreaching to interfere in other people's affairs.

The area inspected by each inspector is limited to the area he built himself, but there is no hard and fast rule, it all depends on self-consciousness.

As for what would happen if he touched someone else, after the identity of Barty Crouch Jr. was exposed, Passy received another letter, this time accusing him of being negligent and careless, and not discovering Barty Crouch Jr. With his status, he was almost like what Severus said, having "unlimited" time to spend with his family.

In the eyes of others, the forest is dark and terrifying, but in the eyes of Pomona, it is burning.

Like the burned Quidditch pitch during the Battle of Hogwarts.

It could have been saved from being burned, who brought Harry back to school, where the last of the resistance existed.

When everything was over and the stadium stopped burning, a wisp of black smoke shot straight into the sky.

Legend has it that at Agamemnon's funeral, several birds appeared with the black smoke from his burning body, so they were called Memnon birds, and they would only appear at the funeral of a "hero".

She hated heroes because heroes died young, Snape was a liar, a spy, a Death Eater, how could he die?

While everyone else was cheering for the victory, she was walking in the ruins in a trance, and saw a figure walking towards her under the blinding white light.

Even though he was dressed in black, the dried blood had turned a deep purple, clearly visible in the sunlight.

The smell of blood from his body made her sick.

"Let's get out of this place." He said to her, and then he wanted to leave while holding her hand.

With her last will, she wrote a letter, passing on the position of professor of herbalism to Neville.

In Harry's third year, he once wanted to use a time-turner to save Sirius, but both philosophers and scientists say that fate cannot be changed. She chose to obey, but she always met people who wanted to fight against fate.

Should she continue to be content with her life, or should she be like them?

While not the same as Hamlet, it was a real problem for her.