Harry Potter Morning Light

A painting appeared in front of Pomona's eyes, and at first she thought it was the back of a man.

It was later discovered that this was not a person at all. The original positions of the arms were replaced by periosteum wings like the collar of the umbrella lizard, and the long and thick tail entangled the bright woman lying on the ground.

She soon realized that it was the work of a Muggle poet, and the theme was taken from the Book of Revelation, which roughly means that a woman is about to give birth, and Satan will eat the child who will rule the world in the future.

But the bright woman in this painting shows no sign of pregnancy. She looks at the strong "red dragon" standing beside her in surprise, clasping her hands together, as if begging for mercy.

Pomona felt some itching on her back. She reached out and scratched, and the itch stopped for a while, but soon it reappeared.

Just as she was about to reach out to grab it, she felt another hand appear, covering the unbearably itchy place. That hand was big and thick, and the palm wasn't rough, but where it passed was as painful as sparks from friction.

The slight tingling pain gave her a sense of pleasure, and then the hand stretched out, wrapped her shoulders, and slowly moved under the quilt along the curve of her side sleeping.

She wanted to turn her head to see who it was, but he sucked on the back of his shoulder, which happened to be where she was itching just now.

Then she thought of the little bride who had just graduated from the convent in the French novel. She didn't understand anything, and when she was sleeping alone one night, she was robbed of her virginity by the Valmont who sneaked in.

So Pomona subconsciously wanted to reach for the wand, and twisted her body to break free.

"It's me." He reminded her on her neck.

The hot breath of the "Red Dragon" startled her, and then his dry lips scraped across the skin, bringing up hot flames that jumped all the way.

At this time, she thought of the sunny woman in that painting. She seemed to put her hands together, begging the red dragon to let her go.

She turned her attention to the bed sheet and subconsciously squeezed it tightly...

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After washing her face, Pomona looked at the mirror in front of her. Except for a little black under the eyes, her complexion was pretty good, and no one could see anything abnormal.

But when she turned around and turned her back to the mirror, she found that there were indeed abnormal red marks, which looked like they had been scratched.

She tried to stay awake, then left the bathroom.

The school is about to start, and the school banquet needs to be prepared in advance, and the kitchen is already busy.

The already busy work, coupled with the burning pain in her back, made her feel even more irritable. But at noon, she still went to the auditorium to eat on time. Albus had a good appetite, and he didn't look like a person over a hundred years old at all.

The statues at Hogwarts are all clothed, unlike the works of Muggles, because they imitate the style of ancient Greece and Rome, and the clothes are very light.

Many sculptures have long beards, holding books, scrolls and other items that symbolize wisdom, except for mermaids and centaurs.

At this moment, she felt a person appeared behind her. When she turned her head, she found that it was the old bat. He looked the same as usual.

Even if she didn't take a few mouthfuls of lunch, she couldn't eat it, so she left the teacher's seat.

On the way back to the cellar, she felt the itching in her back get worse, and it hurt a little, like something was about to come out from under the skin.

"Pomona," said Albus.

She put her hand down.

"What's the matter? Principal." She said nonchalantly.

"I heard you're interested in learning French?" Albus asked.

"Kind of," Pomona said. "I'd like to see Nicole May's notes."

"May I ask why?" Albus asked tentatively.

"Just for inspiration, don't worry, I don't want to refine the Philosopher's Stone," Pomona said.

"I'm not worried about that." Albus looked at her with clear blue eyes. "Is there anything else I should worry about?"

Pomona saw his own reflection in his eyes and thought it was ugly and fat.

"No, no." She looked Albus in the eyes and smiled. "It's just that it's hot and I don't have an appetite."

His eyes looked at her as if they wanted to pierce the soul.

"I hear you talked to Paul last night?" asked Albus. "Does that bother you?"

"Can handle it," Pomona said.

"I found you a new French teacher, he should be waiting for you in the office now." Albus waved his hand "Go."

She bowed to the headmaster and continued on towards the office.

When she opened the door of the office, she found that the fat monk was inside.

"Good day," the fat friar said cheerfully in French. "How's your morning, Pomona?"

"Not bad." Pomona closed the door. "I didn't know you could speak French."

"Speaking French is necessary as long as I live. Come and sit down," said the fat friar. "Where shall we begin?"

Pomona looked at the fat monk with a big belly. If he's here, who cares about Peeves?

She didn't really miss her former French teacher, she was just worried that the two of them would turn Hogwarts upside down together.

"What's on your mind?" asked the fat monk.

"Do you think it's normal for a person to want to become a god, or rule the world?" Pomona asked the fat monk.

"Why did you suddenly have this idea?" the fat monk asked.

"Grindelwald, and You-Know-Who, if they're wrong, how do those other people who want to rule the world know they're right?"

The fat monk floated back and forth in mid-air for a while, then spoke.

"Please tell me, what do you think of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic?"

"Modify the memory of Muggles, repair the damaged city with a repair spell, prohibit wizards from using magic in front of Muggles, if underage wizards..."

"Stop, I'm asking for your opinion." The fat monk said hastily.

'Annoying spirit. '

Pomona said heartily.

"The department that allows the wizarding society to survive and coexist peacefully with Muggles." Pomona said reluctantly.

"Would you like to know what St. Augustine said?" said the fat friar.

"You want to tell me in French?" Pomona asked.

"How bad do you think a person without hands is physically disabled, but what about a person who uses his hands to do something cruel or shameless?" Without waiting for Pomona's answer, the fat friar continued, "We feel that a person without hands feels ashamed." Unfortunately, it is because we believe that hands are inherently good, and eyes are the most precious part of our body, because we use them to keep safe and observe this beautiful world, but if someone uses them to do ugly things, making them greedy Service, or no eyes, people can still live with integrity, there is nothing wrong with people without eyes on the face. Abuse is not accusing those things, the person who uses it correctly, proves that thing is good, but not because of things He is good because things do not make him good or better, but he himself makes things good. A person who abuses, is obsessed with that thing, clings to it, which means that what is controlled by him instead Dominate him, he thinks that things are good in themselves, and when they lose them, they will be pierced and painful. Do you accuse gold and silver and treasure because of misers? Do you accuse food because of gluttons? Is it because of alcoholics And accuse wine? Accuse beauty because of a womanizer?"

Pomona didn't know whether to say that it was precisely because Eve took the responsibility of eating the forbidden fruit...

"People shouldn't blame things, they should blame people who abuse things. Look at those who abuse magic. They think magic is good, and once they lose it, they will suffer inexplicably..."

"It's the children who lose their magic and become Squibs that make parents miserable," Pomona said.

"It is we who control power, not power that controls us. Be ready to lose when you possess it. Don't be hooked by these things, let them become part of your heart." The fat monk said softly, "We want to see the eternal law."

"What is the eternal law?" asked Pomona.

"It's God's will, the just law that can be applied to people and creatures." The fat monk said, "The laws of the world are not for people to have what they desire according to the law, and those things can temporarily become 'ours', And punish the crime of unlawfully taking these things from others."

"The headmaster just asked you to teach her French." Severus said coldly at the door.

"But the fat friar has a point," said Pomona.

Severus walked in, took her by the arm and led her away.

"Augustine believed that justice cannot be abused, because justice is sacred." The fat friar said in his office, "but Grindelwald abused justice. This is his sin (sin)."

"Where are we? The Seminary?" Severus said, slamming the door behind him. "I thought Hogwarts was a school for wizards."

"Where are you taking me?" she struggled.

"They've found the right place for the comb," Severus said, and Pomona stopped struggling, but he didn't let go.

"I'll go by myself." She struggled once, but this time she broke free.

He strode ahead, his cloak unfurled like a bat's wings.

Pomona hurriedly trotted after him.

Soon they came to the main hall of the library. The children gathered by the fountain. There were three sculptures of mermaids on the fountain. They were swimming counterclockwise around the fountain. They usually swim clockwise.

When he got closer, Pomona realized that one of the mermaid sculptures was holding the stone comb in his hand, and Barnaby had an extra slate in his hand.

"What's going on here?" Pomona asked.

"I just wanted to try." Barnaby scratched his hair, "I didn't expect to get it right."

"But there's only half of the slate, and there's the other half, which I guess is hidden in another part of the school," Bill said.

"Where will it be?" Priya rested his chin in thought.

"I know," Severus said, reaching up and snatching the comb from the merman.

The counterclockwise mermaid stopped immediately, then adjusted its posture and swam clockwise.

At this time, the unicorn and werewolf sculptures on the top of the fountain rose, and the fountain returned to "normal".

"Where are you going?" Bill asked.

"Wait here," Pomona said, and followed Severus away.