Harry Potter Morning Light

In ancient Greek mythology, there was a Trojan prince named Paris. Three goddesses asked him to judge who should belong to the golden apple provided by the goddess of strife.

For Paris, who was born a prince, power can wait to be inherited later, and he can pursue the path of a hero later, but love is not something he can encounter every day.

For Sirius Black, even love was not so scarce, but friendship was something he found very precious.

"You know what they asked me to do?"

Sirius said loudly to Pomona and James while basking in the sun on the lawn with a view of the Quidditch pitch.

"They made me hide like I was a shady house elf, oh no, I'm not as good as our house elf, he's allowed to entertain guests."

"You can ask them for some clothes." James said with a playful smile.

Pomona shook his head.

During the summer vacation, the Dark Lord came to the Black family as a guest, and then Sirius was driven back to his room as he said before, but he did not really stay at home, but ran out to play.

"I hope they can give me some clothes to set me free." Sirius sneered. "That way everyone would be happy."

The topic no longer seemed so funny when James suddenly stood up.

"I'll go to the stadium to see how the new players are adapting." James said backwards.

Sirius waved at James, and James turned and left.

Pomona felt nervous, now she and Sirius were alone...

"This map cannot be displayed outside the castle." Sirius said as he took out the Marauder's Map. "Look."

Pomona stared at the blank, yellowed parchment.

"There are no people on the Quidditch pitch in the castle." Sirius continued, "There are also people in the secret passage."

"The secret passage was not originally part of the castle. It was dug by later generations." Pomona said attentively, "Quidditch also appeared in the 14th century."

"It's the 13th century." Sirius corrected.

"Okay, whichever century you say it is," Pomona said nonchalantly.

"It's actually a fact. There are records of the introduction of Golden Snidget in the 13th century." Siris said.

"I know, I'm talking about modern Quidditch!" Pomona said anxiously. "What we caught was not the Snitch, but the Snitch."

Sirius had no interest in this topic and continued to study it with the Marauder's Map.

The full moon night is coming soon. If it can be made, it will be much easier to sneak out without worrying about being discovered.

"Friendship" was Sirius's primary need, and Pomona quickly put aside the delusions that had just appeared in her mind.

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Pomona looked at Filvey and Minerva, who were both standing at the other end of the desk in the Headmaster's office, with Albus Dumbledore sitting in the same high-backed chair as the judge.

"Lily can't be alone," Pomona said to the principal, who was sitting in the same chair. "I mean, she needs friends, someone to talk to."

"She will find new friends." Dumbledore said calmly, "And she will have James and Harry with her. They are her family."

"No, I'm talking about female friends!" Pomona said, raising her voice.

"I know there is a local woman, and your request has been denied." Dumbledore said impatiently, "This is a secret mission and cannot be known to too many people."

After James and Lily's hiding place in Godric's Hollow was exposed, Pomona knew who the "female friend Dumbledore could talk to" was - Basilda Shabat, Grindelwald's aunt .

Apart from history, Pomona felt that Lily and she had nothing to talk about. Could it be that they were talking about fashion?

Pomona took a deep breath and stood in the center of the "stage."

In Rome during the royal period, when a king needed to be crowned, a fortune teller would assist in completing the ceremony at the Curia Assembly. Numa, the second king of Rome, was originally unwilling to become the king, but because the bird divination showed that the three gods Agreeing to this outcome, Numa became king of Rome.

He later fell in love with a fairy... This is not the point. The point is that Numa was not the king's son, but the king's son-in-law. He had no blood relationship with the king, but the results of divination confirmed the legitimacy of his inheritance.

"Do you know why I came to you?" Thicknesse looked at Pomona and asked.

"I'm not a Legilimency, how do I know what you're thinking?" Pomona looked at him coldly and said.

"This kind of temptation is unnecessary. Can I ask about your whereabouts last night?" Dumbledore asked.

"I was in the greenhouse," Pomona said. "I also took a short walk in the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid can vouch for me."

"He can't testify," Thicknesse said.

"Why not?" Pomona asked.

Thicknesses glanced at Dumbledore, "Hagrid has a criminal record..."

"You want to question his ability to testify because of this?" Pomona sneered.

"We will discuss later whether Hagrid has the ability to testify. What were you doing at the time?" Dumbledore said.

"I passed by his chicken coop, and the chickens inside were fighting. The movement attracted him over." Pomona said, and then looked at Snape. "Professor Snape was there at the time, and Hagrid also saw him. .”

"Why did Professor Snape appear?" Dumbledore asked.

"A walk," Pomona said loudly. "I don't think you declared any rule against teachers taking a walk in the Forbidden Forest, Principal."

"Then what?" Thicknesse asked.

"Then we went back to my greenhouse, and we met Stringer, who was outside the greenhouse at the time." Pomona looked at Thicknesse and said, "Are you going to question the ability of the Chief of the Auror Office to testify?"

Thicknesse fell silent.

"After talking to Stringer, do you know where he went?" Dumbledore asked.

"He came to the greenhouse, and we studied the mandrakes all night." Pomona said, meeting Dumbledore's eyes, "until he went to the Great Hall for dinner in the morning."

The scene was eerily quiet for a few seconds.

"Studying mandrakes?" Thickness said.

"Professor Snape provided a potion that is said to provide the medicinal effects of mandrake." Pomona looked at Thicknesse calmly. "You can send someone to check."

Thicknesse immediately waved, and another young man approached him.

"Those special mandrakes are in the darkroom where the fungi are cultivated, not outside." Pomona said to the young man who was about to leave in a hurry.

"Got it," the young man said, and left the principal's office.

Pomona looked back at the group.

Although most people in the divination class find it boring, after all, not everyone has the gift of "eyes in the sky", but who knows.

"Is this why you came to me? To provide an alibi for Professor Snape?" Pomona asked.

"Do you have any other questions, Thicknesse?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape sneered at Thicknesse, showing his yellow teeth.

Thicknesse smiled at Dumbledore.

"Another student has disappeared. Will you resign like Principal Peditran? Dumbledore, or should I call you 'the hero who defeated two Dark Lords'."

"It's too early now. We're not sure yet that something unexpected has happened to Miss Wharton." Dumbledore stood up slowly, and Phoenix Fawkes also flapped his wings and was eager to try. "We have wasted too much time. We could have used these Use your time to do more meaningful things.”

"Are you so anxious to find someone to take responsibility? Thicknesse." Snape said graciously.

Pomona felt that the Wizengamot member would not take responsibility, but it would be better if he could clear his name.

What's more important than a clean resume?

Pomona looked again at the young man who had accompanied her upstairs. He was also looking at her.

An uneasy feeling spread in her heart, and she prayed silently, hoping that everything would be safe this time.