Harry Potter Morning Light

If there were people on the railroad who made a living by stealing goods from the trains, then of course there would be police patrolling the tracks.

After the train passed, thick smoke would be formed, and these people walked out of the smoke like ghosts.

But they were still human, perhaps not so long ago trying to find a living job like many of those who stood at the factory gates, waiting to be selected. After Robert Peel's reforms, the police began to be professionalized and stabilized, and became a stable job with good benefits and allowances, as well as apartments to live in.

Patrolling along the railway tracks must be hard work. They are not opposed to accepting hot tea and cakes from enthusiastic citizens. Police officers on duty in the countryside will also receive some small gifts, such as a few eggs.

So they are "selective" blind to some phenomena.

Pomona was sitting in the teacher's seat, eating the food on the plate in annoyance. This position always reminded her of the stage. Every time she ate, it was like performing a "performance", but the "audience" in the audience didn't pay attention to them at all. on the teacher.

In the Muggle world, civil servants and councilors are not the same profession, although they work in the same house.

There are many "sheriffs" in American westerns. They seem to be able to do whatever they want in the small town. The cowboys passing by for various reasons, such as offending the mayor of the town, and then the sheriff was sent to arrest the cowboys. street duel.

No matter how fast you draw your gun, it's useless if you can't shoot accurately. This kind of magistrate is somewhat similar to the British magistrate, the only difference is that the British magistrate is usually a local squire, and often has the title of knight or baron.

During the Civil War, because Cromwell implemented a large military district management, the generals managed the sheriffs, which weakened the power of the sheriffs to a certain extent, but in the later period, the generals increasingly relied on these magistrates who were familiar with the local conditions. , that is to say, even in the civil war, the magistrate system was not greatly affected until the real loss of local autonomy began in 1835.

In the civil service system, no matter how the ruling party changes, they are still responsible for the basic operation of the government, and the government will not be shut down because of the transfer of personnel after changing the political party.

The "future" these children worry about is how to find a good job in the Ministry of Magic. However, there is no civil service system in the wizarding world, although some positions require good grades.

The Ministry of Magic is more like a mixed system... At this time, she felt that someone sat down in the empty seat beside her. She looked over quickly and found that it was Fei Liwei.

"Good evening, Felius," Pomona said with a smile.

Felix forced a smile, "Good evening, Pomona."

"What's wrong with you?" Pomona asked. "Looking more 'blue' than usual."

The head of Ravenclaw smiled broadly, then backed off.

"I was invited to the funeral."

"That's unfortunate, who's dead?" asked Pomona.

"My former student, she married the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler," said Feliwei.

Pomona thought for a moment.

"You mean Xenophilius Lovegood's wife?"

Feliwei nodded heavily, and took a sip of the soup with a spoon.

"How did she die?" Pomona asked.

"I was doing a spell experiment at home, and it was even more unfortunate that her daughter saw that scene." Fei Liwei said.

"She has a daughter? How old is her daughter?" Pomona asked.

"Five or six years old."

"Poor thing, do you want me to go with you?" asked Pomona.

"You hardly know her, no need." Fei Liwei said heavily, and began to concentrate on eating food.

Pomona was only saying that politely, and she really didn't know the Lovegoods well.

It's just that I still feel that the little girl is very pitiful. Not only did she lose her mother at such a young age, but she also saw that scene.

But she still felt that she could provide flowers, and Fei Liwei didn't have to go to the funeral empty-handed.

When the appetizing meal was over, Pomona left the table with two loaves of bread.

It wasn't surprising that Snape didn't come to dinner, he often forgot to eat because of his experiments, but today it might be for other reasons.

Don't eat when you are angry, what a "mature" way of getting angry.

But she didn't find the old bat in the potion classroom. She glanced at the entrance of the Slytherin lounge hidden in the darkness not far away, and wisely chose to turn around and leave.

Sometimes she wished she could put a bell around his neck so she would know where he was going.

But this idea only stayed in her mind for 3 seconds, he is a completely free person, why should she put "shackles" on him?

She searched for several places in the castle where he would often go, but found no one, and she couldn't help worrying that he was no longer in school.

He is a person with full capacity to act, and quite powerful, as long as he is not drunk, no one dares to mess with him.

So comforting herself, she turned her head and wanted to go back to the office, but after a second thought, she walked towards the greenhouse.

Xenophilius Lovegood's wife seems to be named Pandora, and as for their daughter Pomona, I really don't remember it at all, and she didn't come to school. And Pandora is the student who came to class leisurely when she was late. She also suggested that Pomona should not arrange the class location in the greenhouse. Anyway, during the exam, all the students look at are pictures. As long as students have pictures of plants in ordinary classrooms That's fine, you don't need to look at the real thing.

She rarely does things that can be solved with magic spells. She even uses tea making spells to make tea, but she is really good at learning spells. Xenophilius started popularizing "quibblers" in school, and these two Ravenclaws look so "right" together, they even invented a dance of their own, even though other people saw them dance They will jokingly say that their waving hands are driving away "harassers".

She didn't expect Pandora to die at such a young age... When she walked to the greenhouse, she saw Hagrid's hut. The sun sets late in summer, and you can see the outline of the house, but the lights in the house have been lit, and it looks very strange. warmth.

So she walked in the direction of the hut.

There was chaos all around that night, many volunteered as bait to cover Hagrid for sending Harry to Petunia's house on Privet Drive, and Pomona remembers the sky full of spells gliding across the night sky The flashes look like fireworks and shooting stars.

At that time, she was only thinking about running, and she couldn't think about other things at all, until she landed in the courtyard of Hogwarts on a Thestral, and when she saw Felix, she knew she was safe. He must have turned on Hogwarts' defensive magic, the Death Eaters couldn't get in.

It would have been nice if he was taller so she could lean into his arms, but the dueling champion was a half-elf.

She suddenly found that Albus seemed to have a special liking for "half-blood", whether it was a half-blood giant, half-blood elf or half-blood wizard, Remus was also a "half-blood" before he became a werewolf.

"Maybe he will appoint a half-blood centaur and a half-blood mermaid someday." Pomona said with a smile, but it's a pity that she has no one else around, who won't echo her "joke."

What would Sirius and James have said if they had heard what she had just said?

She stopped, closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of the night wind blowing through the forest.

Instead of a calm, wave-like melody, she felt a disturbing rhythm, as if a bug was wreaking havoc.

It was a weird vibe like she knew the plants were thirsty and needed more food, and now they wanted her to drive that thing away.

Following that inexplicable induction, she moved forward in the dark forest, and soon found the "culprit". Snape was standing with his wand in hand, surrounded by the plants and rocks he had destroyed.

By the time she was about to discern what magic he had used, his wand was already pointing at her.

She could still hear the insects chirping in the woods, and it kept doing that for a while, long enough that she wondered if his hands were sore from holding his wand like that.

"You did all of this?" Pomona asked, glancing around.

He looked pissed off.

In William Blake's works, God pointed to two monsters to Job, they are Leviathan representing jealousy and Behemoth representing anger, both of which are the unredeemed parts of the human soul.

Since ancient times, people have felt that envy needs to be eliminated. Most people's parents, teachers, and elders are telling us that we should not be jealous of others, and of course anger.

"What do you want to say?" he said coldly.

"I don't know what to say," Pomona said. "I'm supposed to be preaching at this point."

"Why not?" he went on in a haughty manner.

"Let's talk about 'innocent,'" Pomona said solemnly. "Even a guilty man will appear innocent if he is punished more than he deserves."

He didn't speak.

"Godrick's Hollow is far away from the city, and Muggle education has not been popularized there yet." She couldn't help feeling sad, "Ignorance is a sin, but ignorant people are also happy, can this deduce that happiness is a sin? "

"How can happiness be a sin?" He put down his wand, frowning. "What are you thinking?"

"Do you think I'm crazy or stupid?" she said with a wry smile.

"You 'saints' always feel so guilty." He sighed helplessly, "Isn't it good to live as you please?"

"You're a 'sinner', you haven't learned a lesson at all, and you are so righteous when you do something wrong," she said.

"What did I do wrong?" He asked confidently.

Pomona shook her head, too lazy to continue arguing with him.

"What are you carrying?" he asked.

Pomona took out the two loaves and tossed them to him.

"A dog's nose can smell it from so far away." She complained.

"I'm hungry." He said nonchalantly, took the bread and gnawed on it.

Seeing how well he ate, Pomona felt hungry too, and she rummaged in her pockets.

"Other women put cosmetics in their bags, but yours only contains food." He said while chewing bread.

She gritted her teeth for a long time, and decided not to argue with him.

At this time, she dug out a box of bear biscuits, sat down on a slightly flat place, and chewed silently.

He finished the two pieces of bread quickly, and then sat down on the stone where she was sitting, reaching for the biscuit in her hand.

She didn't refuse, although the small box of cookies, shared by two adults, quickly bottomed out.

"Anything else?" he asked with cookie crumbs on the corner of his mouth.

She continued to rummage in her pockets, and then he smiled inexplicably.

"What's so funny?" she said angrily.

He's kept secretive, doesn't say a word, and wouldn't look so funny if he didn't have the cookie crumbs on his face.

So she laughed too, and he didn't ask her why she was laughing.