Harry Potter Morning Light

"What was Victor doing here?" Drinking sherbet was a treat in the warm room, and Pomona slumped in his chair as nonchalantly as if he were in his own office.

Minerva looked at her sitting posture full of disapproval, but she didn't say anything and put her feet on the table herself.

"About the budget for this spider-killing operation, that's not a small amount of money."

Pomona looked at Phileas Black expressionlessly, and the latter left his position under her gaze, as if returning to Black's old house.

"The thorn trees are not afraid of spells, but herbicides make them very weak, and you can't rely on this defense."

There are always problems in this world that cannot be solved by spells. At this time, potions are needed. Even Voldemort’s body was created by potions. Potions and arithmetic and divination are the most difficult courses at Hogwarts. Pomona believes that Potions masters will soon figure it out.

"I could have some gargoyles in there," Minerva said, "just like Harry Potter's first year."

"Let the old slug figure out a way to make the anti-herbicide potion and use your power!" Professor Sprout shouted, shaking his fist.

"Lockhart once said that Felius is very good at psychedelic magic. How about we set up a maze in the Room of Requirement like in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"They can fly," Pomona reminded.

"How about I leave it to you?" Minerva smiled. "Think about when you dropped everything and gave me all the work."

"Oh, hell, I'm just newly married."

"Your husband won't stop stealing that thing just because you're newly married. Your vacation is over, Pomona." McGonagall put away her smile and said sternly.

"Where did that time-turner come from? I thought it was destroyed by the Ministry of Magic."

"Not destroyed, but unusable. They were placed in a glass cabinet, under a stun spell, and kept repeating the process of being broken and self-repairing."

"What about the Time-Turner?"

"After Miss Hermione Granger handed it to me, I kept it in my bedroom. I wanted to take some time to return it, but I have been very busy." Minerva said, staring at Pomona word by word. .

"How did it get broken?" asked Pomona.

"A thief tried to steal it, and my spell hit it."

"How did the thief know it was in your bedroom?"

"That's a time-turner, how do I know that person isn't from the future." Minerva said exhaustedly, "Every time I encounter a time magic experiment, I feel that the logic is confused."

"Sounds like a disaster."

"Who said it wasn't!" Minerva waved her hand and complained, "Severus suddenly asked me to hide the Time Converter, and I didn't realize it was still here with me. So many things happened in these years, I almost forgot about it." gone."

"I can't do this, he will take Legilimency on me, and I still don't know how they turned the trophy into a portkey."

"I can't believe I'll say this one day, you and Severus? I thought you were friends."

Pomona looked at Minerva McGonagall expressionlessly. She and Dumbledore were real friends, provided that Dumbledore liked the same sex.

"There is no pure friendship between a man and a woman. You are friends because you are old!" Pomona grinned.

Who would have seen gray-haired, bearded Dumbledore think that way? Come on, he's 150 years old.

"Felius is around my age, and he has many female friends." Minerva retorted immediately.

Pomona didn't know what to tell McGonagall.

Fool Lockhart wouldn't shut himself up, not only did he tell about Severus' ability to make Ecstasy, but he also made public about the fact that Head Ravenclaw was good at psychedelic magic.

The two male deans hated him, and the female dean Pomona hated him too. Only Minerva regarded him as a colleague, but Minerva couldn't stand him since Valentine's Day. The staff also threw a small farewell party.

"Let Felius arrange it. He hasn't cared about anything for so many years. Now it's his turn to do the work." Pomona drank the sherbet in one gulp, and jumped up with agility to prepare to escape.

"Stop, Pomona Sprout!" Minerva yelled after her. "Are you going to leave everything behind again? If so please leave it alone in the first place, I'll figure it out myself .”

The priest's witch's daughter condemned, and Pomona felt her conscience whipped.

There are always some responsibilities in this world that you can't escape, like the state of the two of them in seclusion is not suitable for having children at all, because they are too selfish.

"Don't agree to all the old slug's budget, he will definitely pocket his own money." She didn't answer Minerva's question directly, because she didn't know how long she could last.

She left the headmaster's office. There were too many responsibilities and pressures in that place. She couldn't take it anymore. She froze when the door closed. Harry Potter was standing next to the gargoyle.

"Professor." Harry greeted her with a stiff smile.

All Pomona could think about was how much he had just overheard.

She took out her pocket watch, and now the flame-shaped pointer was pointing at the little troll's head. They were playing a game of hide-and-seek again, and Harry was kept in the dark by them again.

The last time Dumbledore didn't tell him anything, Dumbledore subjectively determined that Harry was a Horcrux, and then tricked an underage child into dying.

Dumbledore's confirmation of this point of view is based on many factors, such as Harry's natural Parseltongue, and his connection with Voldemort. Pomona, on the other hand, was gathering evidence around Harry's not being a Horcrux, and she was close to proving it, but she couldn't find an explanation for that Parseltongue.

What she wants to challenge is the authority, the vast majority of people in the world, and how many people are willing to listen to her if she wants to persuade those who have begun to enjoy the peace and tranquility after the Dark Lord is gone to stay vigilant and ready for war at any time.

Dumbledore reminds Fudge that the Dark Lord is back, but Fudge doesn't listen, and says in the newspaper that Harry is a liar. The vast majority of people believe Fudge's lie that everything is safe and there is no need to worry. Sometimes people are like this. Even if it is a lie, as long as it can make them feel at ease, they will choose to believe it.

"What are you doing here, Harry Potter?"

"I decided to be a substitute teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester. I communicated with the director and he agreed to my application."

"You are the Director of the Executive Department of the Ministry of Magic, and Calvin is your subordinate."

"I don't want that position," said Harry dryly. "I just want to make things right."

"Doing the right thing is more important than doing the right thing." Pomona sighed. "Haven't you considered leaving the Ministry?"

"I graduated." Harry pursed his lips tightly, "I am no longer a child who needs protection from others."

If it was an old bat, he would definitely ridicule him at this time, but Pomona didn't want to do that.

"Your mother wants you to be safe, Harry Potter, and you shouldn't always be taking risks."

"I know, that's why I'm here." Harry looked at Pomona with eyes exactly like Lily's. "Last time I didn't try my best to protect the school. This time it's my turn to protect it."

Hogwarts is indeed much safer inside than outside, at least there are no werewolves who bite anyone.

"Did you know, Harry, Hogwarts is the name of a lily, and you have the same eyes as your mother."

"You know my mother?" Harry said in surprise.

"I have cooperated with Professor Slughorn very early, and I taught your mother herbal medicine." She smiled softly. "She is very talented, but it is a pity that she chose potions in the end."

"Professor Slughorn also said that she has a talent for potions." Harry said shyly, "Unfortunately, I don't. I was appreciated by Professor Snape in sixth grade thanks to his old textbooks."

"How did you use the Felicity Elixir?" She deliberately pretended to be ignorant and asked.

"It's a secret." Harry smiled mysteriously at her. "Nice to meet you, Professor."

When he passed her by, Pomona realized that he had grown into a strong boy, unlike twenty-four years ago when he was held in Hagrid's arms, he looked about the size of a kitten.

"Good luck, Harry Potter," she whispered after him, turning away from the tower.