Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2878 The Unforgivable Secret (Fifteen)

  Since the founding of Hogwarts, there have been many headmasters. Their portraits are almost all over the wall of the headmaster's office, but not all of them are very successful.

  Based on Albus's standards, most of the headmasters are fooling around, but the portraits of two headmasters are placed in the most important position.

  One is Dairis Deventer. Before she became the principal of Hogwarts, she was a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital. Because of her outstanding contributions in the medical field, her portrait is also in St. Mungo's.

  The other is Everard. Due to his outstanding performance in the goblin rebellion in the 17th century, his portrait was hung in the Wizengamot Chamber of the Ministry of Magic.

  He is a gray-haired, bespectacled wizard who looks a bit hunched in the portrait, probably because he was old at the time.

   But in Charles Lukewood's memory, his hair was still black and he didn't wear glasses. Although he looked fifty or sixty years old, he looked very energetic and energetic against the backdrop of two elderly professors.

   "Merlin's beard, how could such a thing happen?" Everard said in surprise.

   "It was my fault." Percival said shamefully, "I told her to make good use of her talent."

   "If you say that, I am also wrong." Charles Rookwood said, "I taught her how to use her own power."

"I don't think we've gathered here to incriminate the army," said Everard quickly. "The goblin miners gathered at Hogsmeade and demanded goblin representatives from the Wizengamot. I asked the Ministry of Magic just now, and they refused. Fairy's request."

   "Why?" Percival asked.

   "Greed and arrogance." Everard said coldly, "They hope that the goblins can produce more magic silver, instead of asking for too much power."

  Charles and Percival looked at each other, and then Percival said.

   "Excuse me, principal, shall we hand over the sword of Gryffindor too?"

  "The goblins are as greedy as humans. If we give them the sword, they will ask us for more." Everard said seriously, "Hogsmeade, even this school."

   "So... we have no other choice." Charles said worriedly.

"Activate the defense system and inform the students that the start of school will be delayed this year." Everard said. "Get all the teachers ready and ready to fight at any time, not only for Hogwarts, but because we are all wizards a member of society."

  At this time, there was a knock on the door of the principal's room.

   "Principal, there is a passerby who has important information." The person outside the door said.

   "Come in," Everard said.

  Then the door opened, and a tall, thin, ascetic-like wizard walked in.

  He looked around the principal's office, then stopped his gaze on Everard.

   "Are you the principal?" a passer-by asked in a high-pitched voice.

   "I am, what's your name?" Everard asked.

   "Everyone calls me Lagos."

   "So Lagos, what information do you want to tell us?" Everard asked.

   "You have many neighbors with weird tempers, why do you allow the centaurs to live in the forest?" Lagos asked.

   "It's not allowed," Charles said. "They got there before us."

  Lagos shook his head, "The centaurs don't like goblins who mine everywhere, and they also don't like humans who have no sense of boundaries. I heard that the goblins plan to win over the centaurs to fight against you."

   "How to fight?" Percival asked.

   "The arrow made of goblin magic silver, the 'armor body' will not be able to defend against the arrows of the centaur, or even worse, it can shoot without aiming, and a pony can also be a good archer."

   "Where did you hear that?" Everard asked.

   "Just yesterday, at their headquarters," Lagos said.

   "Why did the goblins let you in?" asked Everard.

   "You have so many questions, principal, I've told you what I know, believe it or not."

   After speaking, Lagos left the principal's office, and the memory in the Pensieve disappeared.

  Pomona looks at Sen Batar.

   "Is that true?" Severus asked Sen Batar "Did the goblin make that arrow?"

   "I'm afraid so," said Sen Batar.

   "But there are only fifty centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. What can they do?" asked Pomona.

"They hold secrets that we don't know, just like the mermaids in the black lake, they also have their own alchemy." Sen Batar said, "It's just been passed down to the present, and their magic has also regressed, and they need to raise Naropa Insects as weapons."

  Pomona remembered the mermaid's trident in the Black Lake, they were more like cold weapons or harpoons.

   "So what do you want us to do?" Severus asked.

   "Help those kids." Sen Batar said "If they do something wrong, stop them in time."

   "I'm sorry, I didn't understand," Pomona said.

   "Turn your head," Sen Batar said.

  Pomona complied, and some images appeared in the Pensieve.

  It was a bare hill with a few trees growing on it, but a few pillar-like things soon "grew" on the hill.

   Standing in the distance are Isidora and Charles Lukewood. Isidora waved her wand, and the pillars grew taller and taller.

   Luke Wood watched from the sidelines, not intending to stop it, even as if he was watching a spectacle.

   "Good job, Isidora." Charles said with a smile, "Your talent is really amazing."

   "She built this tower." Pomona said looking at the scenery in the Pensieve, the hill was exactly the same as the foundation of Sen Batal Tower.

   "Such a powerful force cannot be handed over to the wrong person, but we agree that Isidora is the right person." Sembatar said sadly, "She was supposed to be our successor."

   "Were the centaurs involved in that rebellion?" Severus asked.

   "Isn't it written in history?" Sen Batar said slyly.

   "I want to know the 'truth'," Severus said.

"Whether in good faith or not, regardless of the ability to do so, no one can be sure of the irreparable consequences of interfering in affairs without authorization, Charles told the centaurs, and the centaurs think so, unless they feel that 'fate' has arranged for them to do so. Do it," said Sen Batar.

   "What fate?" Severus said.

   "The Sword of Damocles," said Pomona.

   The two looked at her together.

   "The Centaur once almost assassinated a Minister of Magic because of a joke." Pomona looked at Sen Batar and said, "He was in the bar."

   "Arrows can keep these people who revel in victory sober," Severus said.

   "But it will also bring disaster to the centaurs." Pomona said coldly, "They will be the same as the Peruvian Vipertooth."

   "What's the difference, they're also in the 'Reserve' anyway," Severus said.

  Pomona shook her head.

   Now she knows why the centaur beat him up so hard when he was "teaching lessons", and after having this friendship, she has no contact with him.

   "You now know what you're dealing with," said Sen Batar. "Good luck."

   "Let's go." Pomona said, taking out her broomstick, which took off smoothly.

   "The protective magic is gone, how to guard against intruders?" Severus asked.

   "There's nothing to take from this place." Sen Batar said with a smile, "Except for a few pieces of paper, there are also a few broken brooms."

   "And your portrait." Pomona said with a smile. "How about a different place?"

   "I prefer to stay here, can quietly stargazing." Sembatar said.

   "Let's talk next time." Pomona said, then flew over the egg with a broom, and took the key away.

   "Goodbye," Sembatar said.

   Then Pomona flew out of the tower through the window.

   Not long after, a puff of black smoke came out of it, and they flew towards the school together.

  Some people may wonder why Hogwarts and Gringotts are known as the safest places in the world, but there are so many dangers?

   There is an old oriental proverb that goes like this: Born in sorrow, die in peace.

It's a pity that even if there is a sharp sword hanging by a single horsehair, some sensible courtiers will pick it off and let the king enjoy himself. After all, such an unsafe thing is so disappointing at the banquet, how can the king concentrate on it? Indulging in the wine and beauties prepared by the courtiers?

  (end of this chapter)