Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1078 mockingbird

  I found that there is one of the most disgusting parasites in humans. He is unwilling to love, but lives by being loved.

  -Nietzsche

  The story about Harry Potter and the mysterious man, it takes a few days to finish it, but it happens to be a good topic.

  Especially the cause of the whole thing: desperate pregnant unmarried dumb gun Merop exchanged 10 Jin Jialong with an ancestral locket, and finally died in an orphanage in poverty. The profiteer Bok Bokin changed hands and sold the locket at a high price.

  Even if he doesn’t help when Merope needs help, at least don’t take advantage of others and keep a fair deal.

  If you don’t look at the results he caused, Bokbokin did make a beautiful deal.

  If there is a cause, there will be an effect. Planting a seed of castor, it is impossible to produce cherries. Fiona, who had originally felt uneasy about Pomona’s “robbing” behavior, soon saw this story. A businessman who can be with Bok Borgin and the thief Mondungus Fletcher can What a good person.

   is also a businessman, but Weasley’s trick shop brings happiness to people. Because young wizards are the primary target of werewolves, for safety reasons, parents no longer allow them to go to the streets alone, which has caused the business in the trick shop to be much colder than usual.

  But when Pomona saw the brooch-shaped speculum pinned by the person walking out of the shop, she knew that George had recovered the loss again.

  It's just that the design of this brooch is as ugly as the hat of Auror that can block evil curses. She really has no desire to buy it.

   Felix didn’t want to go in, either. There are still a lot of wizard toys in his room. Now, the novelty hasn’t been experienced, and there is no idea of ​​continuing to buy toys.

   Just when they were going to the condiment shop run by the wizard to see the difference between the wizard’s sauce and the Muggle sauce, a lonely little girl caught Pomona’s attention.

  The little girl was sitting alone outside the door of Tuofan garment shop, without any guardians around. In fact, it was not only Pomona who noticed her, but several wizards who passed by also noticed her. She has very conspicuous silver-blue hair. If it is not dyed, people with this hair are very rare.

  These passers-by stepped forward to ask, and left without saying a few words to her. Those passers-by could still be happy for the first moment, but their expressions would become extremely disgusting in the next second, as if they had encountered something unlucky.

   "You stand here, don't move." Pomona said to Fiona and Felix, and then walked to the girl.

   "Why are you alone?" Pomona asked the little girl who was too bored to throw a small sandbag.

   "I'm waiting for Euphemia Roll, she used to be a Death Eater." The girl said coldly.

  Pomona was surprised, but not because of her little-adult tone and the name she reported, but because the little girl was actually using a wandless and silent magic.

  The little sandbag was thrown out by her, but it was not pulled back by the thread, but was summoned by the flying curse.

  "How old are you?" Pomona couldn't help asking.

  "What does it have to do with you?" The little girl said in a tone of rejection.

   "Who taught you magic? Roll?"

  The little girl didn’t want to pay attention to Pomona.

  Pomona directly summoned the small sandbag into her hand with a flying curse.

"give me back!"

  The little girl raised her head. She is very beautiful, precocious and resolute, she is not at all like a girl raised by softness and love, sweets and flowers.

  Pomona looked at the sandbag in her hand. It was a cartoon bird, but it was chubby and not as thin as a real bird.

  She didn't know why, tears came out all of a sudden, the little girl was taken aback for a moment, looking flustered, maybe she had never seen such an emotional woman.

   "You... Are you Rohr's daughter?" Pomona asked choked up.

   "No, she is my guardian." The girl said.

   "Then how is she to you?" Pomona asked again.

"She raised a bird like that." The girl said, pointing to the black birdie sandbag in Pomona's hand. "She often tells me that the bird calls because it can see that I won't have a good end in the future. She only adopted me for money."

   An anger rushed to Pomona’s forehead. She drew her wand out and asked the little girl "Is she in the shop?"

   "I won't tell you." The little girl said, "Do you want to teach her a lesson?"

   "Don't you want to teach her?" Pomona asked.

"She is my guardian. If she has an accident, what should I do?" The little girl said calmly, "You helped me teach her that you are making excuses for yourself. Are you against the Death Eaters, right? Just like everyone else. "

   "No, it's not like that." Pomona wanted to explain to her, but the little girl took this opportunity to recall the bird sandbag in her hand.

   "You don't need to be kind, go away!" the little girl said guardedly.

  "You made this sandbag yourself?" Pomona asked.

   "I don't know how to needlework, this is what I changed with polymorphism."

"you're so smart…"

  "Stay away from me!" The little girl said in an uplifting tone, "If you get close to me, it will be called."

  Pomona feels extremely depressed, like a torch poured with cold water, can only smoke, not burning.

   So she put the wand away, glanced at the clothing store, then turned and left.

  "Do you believe that birds can speak?" The little girl said behind her shortly after Pomona walked out.

   "I know there is a snake-like voice." Pomona looked back at her. "Maybe there is another ability to speak animal language that I haven't discovered yet."

  The little girl has no expression on her face.

   "Snakemania is all about black magic." She said a moment later.

   "I think power is not good or bad, but the person who uses it." Pomona said, "What did the bird say to you?"

  "Do you know anyone else who can talk to the bird?" The girl continued to ask.

   "Saint Francis."

"Who is that?"

   "A saint."

   "How do I know him?"

  "Go to church, or you can read some books about church."

   "I know, they used to hunt wizards." The girl said.

   "We have to believe that humans will change, as long as they want to change." Pomona said, "Do you remember how successful you first used Transformation?"

  The little girl stopped talking.

  Just as Pomona turned to leave, the little girl stopped Pomona.

   "Bo Bird told me that the future will be created by me." The little girl said, "That's just what a stupid bird said, I don't believe it."

   "I don't know, my dear, sometimes people will observe bird behaviors for divination. After all, they can't talk to birds, but you can." Pomona said, "How old are you?"

   "Six years old." The little girl said.

"Can you tell me your name?"

   "Rol said it is better not to tell other people." The little girl said softly, her tone softened a lot.

  Pomona didn't know what to say for a while, turned and left. This time the little girl didn't stop her.

   "Are you okay?" Fiona asked.

   "Very good." Pomona sighed with relief while supporting Fiona.

   "Did you cry just now?" Fiona asked.

   "I don't know." Pomona touched her face. "Maybe it's because the tear ducts are messed up."

   "You and your husband have never had children?" Fiona asked.

   "There used to be one." Pomona said indifferently.

   "What happened to the kid?"

   "I'm tired, how about finding a place to take a break?" She staggered, as if she had lost all strength.

   "Linda, Linda!" Fiona exclaimed.

  Pomona slowly closed her eyes.

  Before closing her eyes, she seemed to hear a snake-like voice. She saw the handsome senior Riddle, Ginny who was in a coma, Harry as a child, and the diary with no words.

   To be honest, she has no habit of keeping a diary, let alone keeping a record of the trivialities of each day like a Venetian.

  If only the time can be fast forwarded.

  (End of this chapter)