Harry Potter Morning Light

"Hello, James."

A Gryffindor freshman stopped James Potter, who was already in the seventh grade, who was sitting on the eaves of the library reading a book.

"What are you doing?"

"Can you teach me how to pronounce this spell?" The freshman handed the book in front of James.

"Why should I teach you?" James asked inexplicably.

"You are a prefect, isn't the prefect's grade the best?" Xinsheng said naturally.

Many athletes don't wear glasses, but James is an exception, although he personally finds it difficult to find the Snitch while wearing glasses.

James didn't drive the freshman away, but took the book he handed over impatiently.

However, he seems to be in trouble.

How difficult can a freshman's question be?

Pomona shook her head secretly.

"let me see."

Lily suddenly appeared from behind James and snatched the book from him.

The freshman looked blankly at James, then at Lily.

"Her grades are much better than mine." James said indifferently, and picked up his book to read again.

Then the freshmen chased after the female prefect to ask.

After a while his problem seemed to be solved, and he ran off with his book.

Lily walked to James' side, put one hand on his shoulder, and flipped through the book in his hand with the other, as if she was making trouble or explaining.

"Finally." Pomona heard a girl at a table not far away say unfriendlyly, "She's still with Potter."

"I told you, Sirius won't like her." The other girl at the same table wrinkled her nose, as if smelling stinky garlic, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, "She still has self-knowledge."

"That's the real smart guy." A third girl scribbled on her note. "Potter is at least a lot better than that Slytherin."

"Potter was a big fish to her, no wonder all those years..."

"Hush." ​​Mrs. Pince came over and warned the girls.

When she was gone, the girls whispered in hushed tones and let out an occasional giggle.

Pomona looked back at the young couple by the window, bathed in sunlight.

She didn't think Lily had anything to be jealous of, though she was beautiful, with lake-green eyes that shone in the sun.

Among the many faults in James, his good point is his willingness to help people, as long as he is not busy doing things he finds more interesting.

"I don't think Lily will be able to pass." Minerva said as she placed a book in Pomona's hand.

"Pass what?" Pomona asked.

"Miss Evans has applied to stay in school." Minerva looked at the lovers not far away, "You don't know?"

"It's news to me," Pomona said in surprise.

"Aren't you friends?" Minerva asked.

"We haven't talked since the second half of her sixth grade," Pomona said dryly.

Minerva didn't ask what happened, but took another book down and put it in Pomona's hands.

"I don't think Dumbledore would ask so many questions." Pomona hugged "Book Mountain" and said, "If so, why didn't he give us a paper?"

"Don't complain." Minerva said sternly. "Usually preparation is easier to get into your mind than impromptu assault."

Pomona couldn't help crying. In addition to the daytime schoolwork and the occasional "part-time job", now that these are added, she can hardly feel the joy of life.

"How is that Slytherin boy, I think he was called Snape?" Minerva asked.

To Minerva, Severus Snape was just one of her many students.

Pomona remembered the pale face even in the dark, and he was still wearing Slytherin's green school robes.

"I haven't seen him in a while," Pomona said.

"Where did he go?" Minerva asked.

"Maybe I went to find a place for an internship, why are you suddenly so curious?" Pomona said angrily.

Minerva didn't know that Pomona was suddenly so angry, so she didn't continue to ask.

At this time, Pomona looked back at Lily Evans, and suddenly found that her hair was too smooth. Maybe she used the time of reading to take care of her hair, or maybe she used Potter's hair smoother .

"That's an ugly haircut," she murmured, sure Lily wouldn't hear.

But no sooner had she finished than Lily turned her gaze to Pomona, as if she heard it.

Holding the book in his arms, Pomona stepped between the bookshelves and hid.

"You are so brave." Minerva looked at her critically through her glasses.

"You don't have a great haircut either," said Pomona sternly.

Minerva ignored Pomona and continued to shuttle between the bookcases. Pomona followed closely behind. Who told her that she was not tall enough to get the books on the high places?

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The sun shines in through the glass of the greenhouse, causing the temperature to rise rapidly.

Pomona was woken by the heat.

But when she opened her eyes, she found that the person who was lying next to her last night had disappeared.

That's the strange thing, she clearly remembered that the ghosts were so noisy last night that she had to turn on the radio, which only made it louder.

How did she fall asleep?

It may be because of the regular breathing of the people around me, so monotonous and dull, just like the history class taught by Professor Binns makes people drowsy.

She yawned first, then touched her chin to see if she was drooling.

She woke up the next second.

Who has seen the princess drooling in sleep?

What was she thinking last night, thinking she was a princess.

And then she started remembering again... kiss and kiss are two words in French, although the action is the same.

It was just a "good night kiss", just like parents would kiss their children before going to bed. Although most people would choose to kiss on the cheeks, foreheads and the like, there were also kisses on the lips.

Maybe his goal was to kiss the corner of the mouth, and then she herself felt wrong.

Pomona bit her lip, and got up to wash in the next second.

Instead of sitting on the bed and continuing to ponder, she felt that she had better hurry up, and she might still be able to catch up with breakfast in the auditorium before class.

After she finished washing and drinking the potion, Professor Sprout's day began again.

I have to say that Dumbledore is very prescient. He clearly knows how easily witches are disturbed by some factors, and how difficult it is for beautiful girls to stay alone and clean.

Just like the residents of Bloomberg think that a bachelor with an annual income of 10,000 pounds must have a wife, Elizabeth's sister, and a beauty like Jane cannot be without a partner at the ball.

She sighed, and before going out, she suddenly had a whim, wanting to see the mandrakes coated with potion. When she walked into the basement where the fungi were cultivated, she passed a pool, which had already grown a lot. less shells.

The water in the pool was so clean that Pomona wondered if the shells would grow pearls.

But she looked through the mandrakes anyway, and left the greenhouse after making sure they were all alive.

The sun shines through the mist, creating the Tyndall effect, which looks beautiful.

Not long after, she saw a person walking towards her on the grass.

"Morning, Hagrid," said Pomona to the gamekeeper.

"Good morning, Professor." Hagrid said softly, "I hope you didn't get disturbed last night. The ghosts said they won't come again."

"Hopefully so," Pomona said hopelessly, preparing to spend the night at the castle tonight. "Did you go back to the cottage last night?"

"Yes, around one o'clock." Hagrid shook his head. "I hope to find Spark tonight."

"I thought it was a big one," said Pomona, puzzled. How hard is it to find a moose that big?

"That's a good idea, as long as it's found, under my guardianship, no one can hurt it at will." Hagrid said sullenly, "I'm always worried about my brother, when I'm not around, will he was discovered."

It was only then that Pomona remembered that the "trouble" in the Forbidden Forest was not just the same.

"But I can't always be with him...my mother abandoned him, he's too short for a giant," said Hagrid sadly.

Pomona then remembered the Roman custom, but the English giants were few in number and were on the brink of extinction.

Hagrid was still talking, and Pomona's mind was elsewhere.

The Augustan poet Virgil once uttered a well-quoted saying through the mouth of the main god Jupiter: "To them (the Romans) I impose no limitation of space or time, I have given their unlimited dominion."

The Romans also continued to expand as described in the poem, and even Britain became one of its provinces, but the northern part of England was not conquered. Emperor Hadrian ordered the construction of a Great Wall during his inspection, that is, as an artificial border, but also a symbol of the failure of Rome to conquer the whole of Britain.

The Roman Legion stationed here has strengthened their determination to guard this border and the peace of the interior because of the Great Wall. Many Britons did not regard Hadrian's Great Wall as an obstacle, but a safe line of defense against the barbarians in the north.

Rome is an agricultural civilization. During the conquest, the Romans not only brought the Great Wall, but also made some "barbarians" give up their original living habits and began to pay attention to farming. After all, the reward after the victory of the war is land.

With the decline of Rome, countries fought and merged with each other. For the sake of safety and tranquility, some free farmers "dedicated" their land to big landowners and obtained their asylum.

Roman patronage probably arose during the monarchy, a special institution belonging to Rome that did not exist in the eastern part of the Greek-speaking empire.

The Athenians believed that the beneficiaries should feel grateful for the good deeds, thus creating the concepts of "gratitude" and "goodwill". Greek orators often mentioned this matter, how much money they donated, how many warships and public facilities they repaired, hoping that someone would lend a helping hand in the popular court, unlike Socrates who was voted to death.

Let’s not talk about whether there is any problem with doing so. Roman patrons and patrons don’t necessarily have to be “grateful”. Their purpose of constructing this relationship is like a pack of wolves. There is also competition.

If the mysterious man gave Severus power, social status, and noble status, what Albus gave him was not to be judged by the Ministry of Magic, and not to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

The other Death Eaters didn't think about retreating. They just remembered fighting for favor in front of the "master" and being protected by the mysterious man. They dared to do anything. Killing was a kind of joy to them. They didn't feel that killing It's not right.

Hamlet once hesitated whether to take revenge or not.

Killing for revenge is not just a matter of conscience, nor is it legal, even if Hamlet has good reason

Force can only make people submit temporarily, but cannot generate power. When the strong male lion grows old, it will be replaced by a young and strong male lion.

In addition, the new lion king will kill the children of the previous lion king, so that the female lions in the lion group will soon become single again, and then have offspring with the new lion king.

If there is an opportunity to kill the former enemy and get the woman he wants, why not seize such an opportunity? After all, only children born in July are mentioned in the prophecy.

People can choose the highest principle, or the lowest bottom line, according to their own preferences. Icarus' father reminded him not to fly too high, the wings made of wax will be melted by the sun, and not to fly too low, the sea water will make the wings heavy, so the "boundary" of the sky is not like the sea level and the Great Wall, is invisible.

Ambition makes a man restless, but in the end the great Rome collapsed from within, even though Jupiter put no restrictions on them.

Things belong to the individual, and one's own life. In principle, no one interferes. However, Pomona still prefers Frederick's judgment in the Arnold case to restrict some powers and behaviors.

He is not right in everything, for nobles, honor is more important than life, and nobles would rather offend the lord and the king in order to defend their own honor.

Once Frederick ordered the sacking of the Saxon Elector's hunting garden as revenge for the sacking of Charlottenburg in Prussia by the Saxon, Russian and Austrian allied forces a few years ago. A noble officer refused to obey the order, thinking that it was not in line with the honor of the nobility.

He finally lost the favor of the king, became poor, and finally died of high debts. The epitaph he left behind is: obedience will lead me to injustice, and I would rather choose to lose favor.

Nietzsche said: "Do you think that the mark of moral conduct is devotion? But consider that there is sacrifice in every deliberate act, whether in the worst or in the best."

Pomona respects Lily's spirit of sacrifice, but the pas de deux of love is a process of constantly dispelling the paranoia of a specific position, breaking the perspective of one person, and constantly experiencing destruction and rebirth in the other's world.

It's not only painful but also tiring, and you can even lose yourself in it. Losing a life is just one time, and this process does not know how many times to go through.

Dumbledore let Vogel choose, to do the right thing, not the easy one.

It was easy for him to say.

When Pomona and Hagrid came to the auditorium together, the atmosphere inside was different from usual. Although the table was full of delicious food, no one ate.

Severus stood in front of the teacher's bench, facing a few Ministry of Magic staff, and the rest of them sat in his place with serious expressions, except for Felix.

He seemed to have encountered a headache and combed his hair back.

"A student is missing, Professor, can't you explain why you disappeared last night?" said a Wizengamo member.

Pomona noticed a chuckle, and then she looked towards the long Gryffindor table, where Emily Taylor was whispering to a friend.

"I don't understand how the disappearance of a student is connected to me, Thicknesse." Snape said calmly, with his hands behind his back.

"You really don't understand?" Thickness said.

Snape didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him, looking at Dumbledore, "The most urgent thing now is to find Miss Wharton."

"I don't think this topic should be discussed here." Dumbledore stood up. "Come with me."

Then he turned and walked briskly up the steps to the principal's office.

"Looks like there's trouble," said Hagrid.

Pomona ignored Hagrid and planned to follow.

"It has nothing to do with you." Just as she walked around the long table and followed her upstairs, Minerva suddenly grabbed her arm.

"certainly……"

"I know you're worried, but look at the occasion." Minerva directed Pomona to watch the auditorium.

The students are eager to try, as if waiting for the professors to leave.

"Stay in order," Minerva said, and followed the others.

Pomona looked at the people left behind in the teacher's seat, all of them were teachers. Trelawney didn't "predict" someone would die like usual, but looked at Pomona worriedly.

"Everyone, don't rush to leave after breakfast." Pomona said coldly.

"Are we still in class today?" asked a Ravenclaw student.

"Of course, you're going to have an exam soon."

There were sighs in the auditorium.

Pomona wanted to laugh angrily. At this hour, they still expected to cancel the exam.

But the atmosphere in the auditorium finally returned to normal, and everyone was eating.

Pomona then told the teachers to take their students away, hoping for a good outcome after the first class.

Even if they didn't, they came back, and she didn't need to be a dwarf to pretend to be tall.