Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 2850

Chapter 2850 On the city wall

“Please take a seat, Director Fudge.”

Dumbledore said politely to the Ministry of Magic officials who came to investigate the incident.

“What a disaster tonight.” Fudge said sympathetically. “How is the tormented child doing now?”

“I let him rest in the lounge, and he told us all the details.” Dumbledore motioned Fudge to look at Pomona and Snape, who stood aside, with serious expressions and hands folded on their chests.

“Yeah, he should be given a good rest.” Fudge glanced at the two of them quickly, and then said to Dumbledore as if they were invisible, “Aside from Professor Carter, are there any of you involved in this matter? ”

“What do you mean?” Dumbledore asked calmly.

Fudge hesitated.

“Except for Professor Carter, everyone is in the castle tonight.” Pomona said, “We only received the report after the children returned to the castle.”

“Do you need evidence?” Snape asked in a low voice.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t bother you to investigate you.” Fudge said, putting a letter on the table.

“What is this?” Dumbledore stared at Fudge without touching the letter.

“Here is a letter from the Minister for Magic, Headmaster,” said Fudge.

“About what?” Dumbledore asked.

“I can’t say that,” said Fudge.

Severus strode out, and Pomona followed him out of the headmaster’s office.

Blowing the cool summer wind, Pomona breathed a sigh of relief.

While row houses were seen as places where the middle class or the upstart lived, not all row houses were as bright and cozy as they appeared in the magazines.

Its first feature is denseness. It is even difficult to have a garden with a lawn like a suburban villa. Although it is very convenient to go out to the street, people will go to the suburbs and parks to breathe fresh air if they have the opportunity.

“Cecil looked up the doll’s history,” Severus said.

“What did he find?” Pomona asked.

“That house originally belonged to a builder named Pym. He made a fortune by cutting corners, but no one thought he would do the same when he was building a church. The roof of a church collapsed shortly after it was built. The under-attendant got hurt and he was convicted. The next few owners got more or less jail time, and it ended up being converted into a rental apartment because it’s a famous haunted house and it’s cheap.” Seaver Russ said, “As long as you don’t care about the knocking sound in the wall, that place has convenient transportation and there is a park nearby. For the same price, you can only rent a house in a place with much worse conditions than there.”

If the children’s worries are homework and the adults’ worries are household expenses, Pomona can almost imagine a time when she’d rather have a ghost as her neighbor than a haunted bill.

“He didn’t bother with those people?” Pomona asked.

“He feels bored, those people are not qualified to be his opponents.”

“Is it possible that it was because of his father? He donated a lot of money to the hospital, and many people thought he was a good man,” Pomona said.

He sighed, “People are not as good as you think.”

“I know.” Pomona said calmly, “It has been said that if you have no background and decide to be a good person, even if you are talented and insightful, you will almost certainly fall into the bottom of society.”

He looked at her.

“How are you going to retort?” Severus asked.

“As a Scot would say, ‘You’re right’.” Pomona said with a smile, “You can choose not to listen to what others say.”

“Sounds really unwise.” Severus said with a smile.

“Ben’s parents chose to listen to it. What happened?” Pomona asked back. There is no place to stand, even if he changes the world, I think it is right for Emily to use force to fight against oppression, what did Bill say? What does it mean that he sees a person clearly?”

“Are you speaking for Emily?” he asked in disbelief.

“I don’t think about anything now, I just want to fight back.” Pomona gritted his teeth and said, “Violence can’t solve all problems, but sometimes you need it.”

“Get your wand out,” Severus said, and stepped out into the clearing.

“Aren’t you telling me to calm down?” Pomona asked.

He took his own wand out of its sleeve.

Pomona took out her wand. She knew she was no match for him, but it didn’t prevent her from thinking about how to attack.

She actually appreciates a sentence: You don’t need to be thin, you need strength. If strength makes one powerful, then a strong woman is perfect.

So she imitated Emily and used “Stunned”, and the old bat was easily blocked by “armor protection”, after all, he is not a real bat.

It made her feel more fun and more casual when she started.

If courage is the tip of a sword, what makes up its blade?

“You’re not fast enough,” Severus said. “Did you push too hard?”

The night wind blows his robe, making his movements look like dancing.

Pomona withdrew her wand.

“I’m not Lily, and I’m not Gryffindor.” She said softly.

He looked at her with strange eyes.

“The night I found the cameo, I had a dream. Godric Gryffindor appeared, and he said that I still don’t know him well enough, maybe because I am not Gryffindor. We need strength to defend our principles, so Only the sword of Gryffindor can absorb power stronger than itself, get rid of his (f**K) background, there are no bullies in this world!”

He still didn’t speak.

“The sculpture of the goddess is often carved on the city walls and the entrance of the holy place. Could it be that in the past, that place was part of the fortifications and belonged to Hogwarts, but now it is divided into the Muggle community, the Muggle community Is it the sphere of influence of the Ministry of Magic?”

“The Muggle community belongs to the Muggle Prime Minister.” Severus said “The Ministry of Magic only protects the International Statute of Secrecy.”

“So…does Hogwarts have the right to claim back the contents of the vault?” Pomona asked.

“According to Muggle law, the finder will have ownership of the treasure.” Severus said.

“But we’re not Muggles,” Pomona laughed.

“But this land belongs to England.” Severus said with a smile, “Or do you want to go to the Court of King’s Bench?”

“Is there still a Court of Thrones now?” asked Pomona.

He smiled slyly, “You can check it yourself.”

Pomona sighed, “Others toast the victory, but I want to drink a drink for the loser. Would you like a drink?”

Severus shook his head.

“I’m not inviting you.” Pomona looked at the door of the principal’s office. “Do you have any plum brandy left, Albus.”

“I’m afraid I can only offer honey flavor.” Dumbledore said with a smile.

Even if it is fruity brandy, it is not good to drink too much, let alone he is the principal.

“Mead is a mead bar.” Pomona said relaxedly, and walked to the principal’s office.

Harry will definitely be sorted into Gryffindor, his achievements will exceed his parents, and he will draw the sword of Gryffindor, just like other outstanding Gryffindors.

When she came up to Dumbledore, she looked down at the Slytherin, who was looking up at her.

She followed Albus into the headmaster’s room, all the headmasters in the frame woke up, and Connelly Fudge sat in a chair, looking at them in embarrassment.

“Would you like a glass of mead?” Dumbledore said with a smile, and then, without waiting for Fudge’s answer, went to fetch the wine while humming.

(end of this chapter)