Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2462 "Out of the Jungle" (seven)

   A mist spread over the beech forest.

   She walked and looked around, these trees looked like church columns, forming a long corridor, and the "ceiling" was the same as the ceiling of the Hogwarts Hall, showing the outside scenery.

   "You haven't been to Platform 9 and 3/4." Albus with white hair and beard looked at her from a distance and said.

   She was a little dazed.

   "Come with me for a while," Albus said, and then bent his arms like he had once been by the Black Lake.

   "You will make me feel like you are planning to take me to the wedding altar." She said with a smile, but still took Albus's hand and walked along the corridor.

   "You know, it's not necessarily a phoenix that is reborn from the fire." Albus said.

"I know, there are demons." She laughed and said, "There are also Garudas. After they die, they will turn into a bead and be taken away by the Naga, so the Garuda feeds on the Naga and wants to take it back. Which bead."

   "So which one do you want to choose?" Albus asked.

   "Choose neither." She said with a smile.

   "Can I ask why?"

   Queen of the Night, your revenge is burning so intensely that even your daughter is not spared.

   "I choose to grow up." She whispered, "Maybe it's time for me to give up being a little girl all my life."

   "Is it because of me?" Albus asked.

   "Part of the reason." She said frankly, "If all of a sudden my parents were gone, I would find that I had to grow up."

   "Harry Potter doesn't have parents either, do you think he's grown up?" Albus asked.

   "He's different."

   "What's different?" Albus asked.

  Because he is a boy, a boy can never grow up in his life.

   "If Lily chooses to apply to teach at Hogwarts, will you give her a position?" she asked.

   "Why do you think that?" Albus' blue eyes looked at her through his glasses.

"because…"

   "Sybil?" Albus asked.

   "I didn't say that." She flatly denied.

  Albus laughed.

   "Professor Trelawney is a very in-demand talent. Hogwarts is a school that trains excellent wizards for the wizarding world." Albus said after laughing.

   "I've heard this tone a lot these days." She said with a sneer.

   "You still think Severus' mistakes are unforgivable?" Albus asked.

   "No, I don't think so." She said calmly.

"why?"

   "He made you suffer a lot less. If I had a father, I would have let him do the same."

  Albus did not speak.

   "But now it's me who has done unforgivable sins," she said sadly.

   "Why do you feel that way?" Albus asked.

   She didn't answer.

   "Tell me, where are we now?" Albus asked, looking around.

   She raised her head, looked around, and found that the church made of trees disappeared, replaced by Baroque buildings. But what doesn't match it is that the stairs here are very low and the **** is very gentle, which is very suitable for people with limited mobility.

   "Invalides," she whispered.

  Albus raised his eyebrows.

   "I want to help others," she said flatly.

   As soon as her voice fell, there were some figures around, people with limited mobility and people supporting them.

   "You know what these people did when they were healthy?" Albus asked.

   "It's not what they've done, but what I want to do." She said indifferently, "That makes me feel better, just like someone who thinks it's better to have more."

   "That's accepted, isn't it?" Albus asked.

   Her mind was confused for a moment, but she still figured it out. If she was to be an "unknown great man", then she would not be recognized, so what did she care about those "recognized"?

   "I remember that the priest told you that people in that world are neither alive nor dead." Albus said, "There are some things you don't need to care about."

   Instead of arguing with Albus about this topic, she pondered why she would make the same choice.

The devil seems to bring good luck, but on Sunday, the creator **** has to rest, just like in "Job", if there is no God's acquiescence, how can the devil let Job lose not only his children, but also his health .

  Join the devil's camp, it can make you live well, look at the **** who does nothing, worship him, and he will not give you the slightest benefit.

"thanks."

   She saw a fallen person being helped up, which touched her a lot.

   "If you need help at Hogwarts, just ask," she said softly. "But that's not the case in the outside world, and help doesn't take for granted."

  You and I are strangers, but thank you for your help.

   It is thanks to her that she did not fall down when she was about to go to the abyss. Although the devil is very angry about it, he will give her a taste of what it means to be "powerful".

   She felt tired, not because she lacked strength, but because she had to deal with the guy who kept making trouble to show her sense of existence.

  You are disgusting.

   She slowly opened her eyes, she was still in the castle that was used to keep poachers away.

   She smelled the burning smell, as if the smell from the fire a hundred years ago had not dissipated.

   Then she thought of Phoenix Fox, which she missed when it was nirvana, and the basin was full of ashes.

"you're awake?"

   She looked at the speaker.

"How did you come?"

  Dillock put a letter on the table in front of her.

   But she is not in the mood to read it now.

   "Open it and take a look," Dilock said.

"There is an old story," said Georgiana indifferently. "The bishop, the king, and the rich man ordered the soldiers to kill the other two, and they would give him what he wanted. You don't think it's very similar to the situation in these three towns now. Is it?"

   "Three towns?"

"Botsford, Watermeier and Oldheim, Botsford is the hunting palace of the duke, where the patron saint of hunters is enshrined, Watermeier is a parish determined by the Holy See, and later transferred to a convent , and Oldheim will be full of rich people."

   "You're in the mood to tell me this, don't want to read the letter?" Dilock said.

   "I told those intruders to spare their lives, but you also know him." Georgiana said sleepily, "I violated his bottom line."

   "So you think he must be angry?"

  What does it matter if he is angry or not?

   She thought indifferently, Albus likes sweet candy, it seems that it can bring a little sweetness to a bitter life. She might have liked sugar before, but when she thought that it was grown by slaves, she didn't want to eat sucrose.

   "You like Venice, and he's really trying to get it from the Austrians," Diloch said. "And then there's the Silesia problem."

   She looked at Dilok calmly.

   "Aren't you happy?" Dilok asked.

   "Why should I feel happy?" she asked rhetorically.

   "He adores you," Diloch said.

   This may be regarded as a "tell story" for later generations to sing, but it is not "real" at all.

   "If you really care about his opinion that much, you don't have to keep your promise."

   "I'm not that kind of person," said Georgiana indifferently.

   "Then you're asking for trouble," Dilock said.

   "Maybe." She sighed. "After all, it's hard for good things to happen in my life."

   "Don't be so pessimistic, open the letter and read it," Dilock said.

   "Didn't you take it apart?"

   Dilock shook his head.

   "Then you know that the letter I wrote was followed?"

   "That's better than hearing from you that 'it's hard to have good things happen in life'." Dilok said angrily, "Why do you think so?"

   She thinks there are many reasons, but can't name one.

   "Don't say things like that, everything will be fine," Dilock said.

   is the best, but she doesn't think so, the world is better for liars, and even Albus is the chairman of the International Wizarding Union and the headmaster of Hogwarts.

   Losing his shelter, it is difficult for her to survive in this world of intrigue.

   There is an opera, and the lyrics go like this: The first soldier to become king is lucky.

   So how do soldiers do it?

   Did the soldier kill the bishop and the rich man, or did he kill the king and become the new king with the support of the survivors?

   Who is this survivor? The bishop who can crown him, or the rich man who brings him wealth?

   "Are we spending the night at this place today?" asked Georgiana.

   "Of course not." Dilock said embarrassedly.

   "Then why don't you go!" She grabbed the whip and said angrily, stood up and left the room.

   (end of this chapter)