Harry Potter Morning Light

It was another Saturday during the winter vacation, and there were fewer people in the school. When they came to the gargoyle on the third floor, Pomona said the password that Minerva had told her last time, the name of a Quidditch team.

In the past, when Dumbledore was the headmaster, the gargoyle's password was sweets, and when Severus was the headmaster, the password was some weird potions that "taste great" when they heard it.

The styles of these two headmasters are so different, but they are both the custodians of the Sword of Gryffindor. The Slytherin locket that Klitsch tried to fail to destroy was split by the sword of Gryffindor, and now it is kept by Minerva, and Pomona hopes to never need to use it .

"Merlin's beard, look who's back?" Victor, the arithmetic and divination teacher, came out of the principal's office, holding a thick ledger in her hand.

Thinking of Gringotts work, Arithmetic and Divination must be o. Like Pomona, she is also an old acquaintance of goblins.

"Long time no see, Settima." Pomona said with a smile.

"I said something good will happen. It turns out that you are back." She waved her hand hastily. "Let's have a drink next time."

Pomona watched her leave, and then looked up at the closed door of the principal's room. She felt a kind of pressure and fear for no reason.

Plus Minerva McGonagall, she experienced three principals, two of whom died, she felt really unlucky.

When Dumbledore was killed by Severus, she unexpectedly did not want to avenge Dumbledore.

Her brain lost the ability to think, and she couldn't think of anything else but against him. There was no way she could let that person into her Chamber of Secrets again, whether or not Harry Potter was at school, or with or without the Marauder's Map.

She wanted to escape, everything that had happened in this castle, especially after hearing the news of his death in battle, something hit the tower in her heart.

It was difficult to rebuild, especially the damage caused by some black magic, and the repair could not be repaired as before. She threw everything to Minerva and her colleagues ran away by themselves.

She wanted to run, like a coward, but she mustered up the courage to knock on the door of the principal's office, and when she heard the sound of "come in", she pushed the door open. The furnishings inside are similar to when Dumbledore was alive, there are tinkling silverware everywhere, but there is nothing on the shelf where Fox stayed, and Dumbledore's portrait is still sleeping, she seems to be struck by a curse It's like being dizzy.

"Are you all right, Pomona?" Minerva called out a soft cloth-wrapped chair for her to sit on.

She silently took out the sedative from the flannel pocket. She never thought that the principal's office would be such a torment.

"It's a good thing the portrait of Severus isn't there." Pomona murmured, "Thank you, Minerva."

"What are you doing here today?" Minerva came over from behind the desk.

"I need to make sure of one thing, where is Sybil's prophecy ball?" Panting heavily, she sank deep in her chair. "Isn't it in the Room of Requirement?"

"No." Minerva didn't ask in detail, she walked quickly to Dumbledore's portrait, the portrait slid open, revealing a hidden hole, from which she took out a crystal ball that was the same as the crystal ball used by students in the divination class crystal ball.

Ten years passed, and it seemed as if it had lost its magic, becoming a regular crystal, but Pomona still heard its whispers.

"Harry Potter."

She heard a man's subdued voice say, and for a moment she thought she saw a figure flash through the crystal ball, a woman with red hair and green eyes.

Hermione likes arithmetic and divination, and Pomona likes divination class as much as Lavender Brown, not because it is simple, but because it is the way witches predict the future.

"What are you going to do with it?"

Like Sybill Trelawney, Pomona held a crystal ball and murmured.

Not long after, smoke billowed from the transparent crystal ball, and a woman's hoarse voice came out of the crystal ball.

he will return tonight. Tonight, he who betrayed his friends.whose heart rots with murder shall break free, innocent blood shall be spilled, and servant and master shall be reunited once more.

The voice is still creepy even today, but Pomona got the answer she wanted.

"Dumbledore was mistaken," Pomona whispered. "Harry is not a Horcrux."

"What?" Minerva yelled.

"If Harry is the Horcrux of the You-Know-Who, then there were two servants in the Shrieking Room, Severus and Wormtail, and Sybil said it was singular." She seemed to have experienced an expedition. Said wearily, "The servant and master she said are other people and things."

"The prediction may not be accurate, you are too picky." Minerva sat down on another chair with the crystal ball in her arms, she looked extremely at a loss.

"If Harry is not a Horcrux, then there is still a piece of You-Know-Who's soul that has not been found, at least one piece." Pomona said wearily, "His plan was to cut the soul seven times, but something happened. On the night of March 31, there was another event on June 24, 1995, the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. According to Harry’s testimony, Cedric Diggory was killed by Wormtail, but when the mysterious man used When the yew wand fought him, it was Cedric who flashed back from that wand, and he later made a silver prosthetic hand for Wormtail, if he had murdered a soul at that time , made that silver hand into a Horcrux, then we still have at least two soul fragments to deal with, do you think such details should not be pursued, Minerva?"

"Oh, my God." Minerva clutched her heart.

"Principal, the Room of Requirement on the 8th floor was given to Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic when the school was founded, and it was called the Wizarding Council at that time. There are details of the items in the Ministry of Magic. In the 5th grade, Harry trained da members in the Room of Requirement. Draco Malfoy wrote to ask his father if he knew the secrets about that room. The Reticent Rookwood knew that period of history. He found the disappearing cabinet from the item list, that is, through it, the Death Eaters broke into Hogwarts from the Room of Requirement. The Mirror of Erised was originally a thing for coming and going, but because of Dumbledore's request, it It was placed in the abandoned classroom on the 5th floor, which broke the original rules of the house of coming and going. The other disappearing cabinet is in Bojinbok. I think it should have been in the Ministry of Magic. How could it run into that profiteer's shop? "

"Corruption!" an old headmaster yelled angrily. "Those damn moths!"

"It was inappropriate for you to put the Time-Turner in the Room of Requirement. On the night of my wedding, Lucius Malfoy planned to steal it. If he could know, then Rookwood would know too. We have to think about it." How to deal with that time-turner problem."

"Didn't Lucius Malfoy be with those who escaped?"

"Oh, he's probably one of the last people who don't want the mysterious man to come back, he betrayed his former companion just like Igor Karkaroff, do you remember how Karkaroff was dealt with afterwards? He was killed, and Lucius Malfoy wanted to hide it somewhere else, and I didn't let him do that."

"What did you do?"

"Using the leftover residue from the burning of the House of Requirement, I planted the hempthorn tree. Each house has its own secret technique. It is one of them. The tree cannot be killed with human magic, only house-elf It will attack if there is a slight vibration, and if it is burned with black magic such as the Fire Calendar Curse, then the time-turner will be destroyed together, and they still can't get it, if they don't learn how to properly dispose of domestic children Elves, when they learn the Killing Curse, when the war between humans and house-elves breaks out again, I really doubt whether these wizards who can't even protect themselves with armor can resist the anger that house-elves have suppressed for thousands of years .”

"You are an evil witch, Pomona." Minerva paused for a moment and said, "What if you want to use the Time-Turner?"

"I have my own way. I have been neighbors with house elves for so many years, and it is not in vain to live in peace with them. It is written in Hufflepuff's rules. Helping others is helping yourself. I am a real Hufflepuff Mrs. Pa."

The kind and optimistic witch said with a smile.

Tolerance is our trait, playing dumb is our means, you don't want to try the badger's sharp teeth.

Because the burlap tree root once rotted Lowena Ravenclaw's legs into bones, it was passed down.

Hufflepuff's badger hates Ravenclaw's eagle so much. Oh, hell, they always think that smart people come from their colleges, and Hufflepuff only deserves mediocre talents.

Eat slugs, Ravenclaw!