Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 231 Fighter

  The old desk clock made a monotonous and regular sound, the whole room was dusty, the old wallpaper was full of holes, only Cedric's photos were as bright as new.

In those photos he was still laughing, some of him playing Quidditch, some of him playing with his friends, like Amos said, Cedric is a beautiful child, his face is ruddy and his smile is gentle. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? , And very social skills, giving people a sense of calm and reliable. He used to be Pomona's favorite student, even more than Severus.

  He is like a male unicorn. Dumbledore said at the school leaving banquet at the end of the semester that when others don’t choose between the right path and the shortcut, please don’t forget a boy who is honest, kind, and brave. Cedric embodies the quality, loyalty and kindness of Hefpaff Academy, and he makes Pomona proud.

"Do the right thing because it is right. My beautiful son was entangled by a giant spider. It was Harry Potter who saved him. At that time, he gave up the championship and Harry Potter invited him to join him. Picking up the trophy."

  Old Diggory entertained them with gin. The most indispensable thing in this room is a variety of wine bottles, which are scattered in every corner of the room, exuding a dizzy smell.

"I remember that the demon said to kill the extra people. My son was extra. He shouldn't have gone there. If Harry Potter hadn't invited him to raise the trophy together, he wouldn't have to. dead."

"I'm here to see how you're doing, Amos, it's still New Year's holiday." Pomona was suffocated by the dull breath of this man, so she turned her gaze to Hermione. "Hermione I will report to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. She has a lot of questions for you. She also works in the Department of Fantastic Beast Management."

   "Uh, yes." Hermione took over dryly, "I am relocating a house-elf to work in the office. Do you need a house-elf here? Mr. Diggory?"

  "Pixie?" Amos was taken aback, then shook his head, "No, Miss Granger, I will go to the nursing home after I retire. This place doesn't need to be cleaned."

   "It's Mrs. Weasley, Amos. She is already married to Ron Weasley." Pomona rubbed her aching temples. She felt that finding such a person as an ally would not help Hermione.

"There are many girls who like him. My beautiful son, Qiu Zhang, the chaser of Ravenclaw, is one of them. She chose my son first and then Harry Potter. My son is the champion." Amos suddenly cried, "He shouldn't touch that trophy, he shouldn't touch..."

   "Do something, Hermione!" She cursed at the dazed little Gryffindor lioness.

  Hermione looked at the room for a long time at a loss, and finally pointed to the photos of those activities and said, "Where did Cedric take those photos?"

"One of them was at the Zakarias Smith party. Their family claimed to be the offspring of Ms. Helga Hef Puff." Pomona took the stubbornness. Poor Cedric. He was touched by countless women. He has a face, but he still keeps a polite smile, and since then he will take old Diggory with him when he participates in social events.

   "You take good care of him, Dean, you will take him with you every time you go to a party." Amos wiped away his tears and looked at Hermione with wet glasses. "So, is she your new favorite?"

"The situation of the Fantastic Beast Conservation Department will change this year because of the werewolf problem." Pomona didn't mean anything, and her work could shift her grief. "The Beast Office will be very busy, but I am concerned about the Fairy Liaison Office. We need your help. Mosdigori."

   "How do you think I can help you?" Amos asked.

   "Don't be so depressed, I just advised you last time, why is this happening again?"

   "I want to kill Wormtail." Old Diggory suddenly said with excitement, "He killed my son!"

   "Then do it." Pomona urged, "Violence can't solve the problem, but sometimes you will need it. You are a poor father who has lost his son. Besides, I think your place may not be as lively as Azkaban."

  Old Diggory seemed to have found the motivation to live again, with blood and a smile on his face, "How can I help you, Professor."

"I don't need your help, you can help me watch her." Pomona touched Hermione's smooth hair. "Don't let her get into a dangerous situation. Give her guidance and advice when appropriate. I know You have been in that department for many years."

   "Zacharias has also entered this department." Old Diggory said, "Let me think about it, he seems to be in the Ghoul Rangers."

   "He learned a lot of fighting skills in da, and he is really needed there." Pomona sneered and said, "How is his performance?"

   "I didn't inquire, but every time I saw him, he was triumphant, just like his father."

   "Is he really a direct descendant of Hefpuff?" Hermione Granger looked disgusted.

"The Gunter family is still a direct descendant of Slytherin. What do you think of their family?" Pomona curled her lips. "Even Muggles look down on them. There is no point in paying too much attention to blood. By the way, Amos, Have you considered adopting a child?"

   "Adopt?" Amos Diggory asked.

   "Yes, re-forming a family, even if it is not related by blood, is better than you are alone now."

  "Are you going to do something in the Fantastic Beast Management Division? Or are you going to use this as your springboard, Mrs. Weasley?" Amos did not talk to Pomona about this topic, but asked Hermione instead.

"What's the difference?"

"I have never left the Department of Fantastic Beast Management in my entire life. I have stayed in almost all departments, but you see, I'm an ordinary employee at my age. If you want to climb up, you must have a plan. The elf relocates to the office. Rarely can keep people. The last person who stayed here the longest was Hilda Hopkins. She regarded it as a place to retire. I think you are very young and you are not the kind of person who is willing to be an ordinary employee. Woman, you should have a plan for your career."

  "Don't look at me." Pomona looked at Hermione. "You plan for your own future. No one else can help you."

"Before I answer your question, please answer one of my questions." After a moment of silence, Hermione looked at Amos Diggory with a firm look. "I am a Harry Potter friend, and even then you will help Me, sir?"

  Amos Diggori opened his eyes wide.

"I really hate to involve personal feelings in work. If you can't do that, then assume that we haven't been here today." Hermione suddenly looked at Pomona. "You said you are good at forgetting everything. air."

   "Yes, Director." Pomona smiled and said, "Unfortunately you can only lead yourself and a group of house elves."

   "Are you listening to her orders?" Amos was surprised.

"I believe her judgment. If it weren't for her, Harry Potter would not have been able to complete such a thrilling journey alone." Pomona looked at the little lioness of God with satisfaction. She was really better than Gryffin. More male lions are more useful.

   "What do you think, Amos?" Hermione said in a calm but tough tone.

   "Merlin's beard, she is like another Eugenina Jenkens." Amos exclaimed.

   "I think Millison Barnold is pretty good too." Pomona said lazily.

   "She is very capable, but unfortunately because of the mixed reputation in one sentence, do you want to be the female minister of magic, Granger?" Amos Diggory asked Hermione.

  "Answer my question first, Amos." Hermione said uncompromisingly, "I won't give my back to someone I can't trust."

"If you don't ask me, yes, maybe I will hate you, but now, no." Amos smiled and said, "You make my heart beat faster, young lady, if I am thirty years younger, I will pursue you of."

   "My name is Weasley, because I am married to Ron Weasley." Hermione said proudly, "Have you heard of the Order of the Phoenix? Amos?"

   "Of course I have heard of it." Amos Diggori replied.

"I am one of the members. I know that the mysterious people are gone now, but there are still all kinds of dark wizards. They are disrupting the peace and order of the wizarding world and the Muggle world. I want to catch them so that everyone can Live a stable life, so I want to enter the Magic Law Enforcement Department. This is my first stage plan."

  Amos opened her mouth wide in surprise, and Pomona asked, "What is your long-term plan? Granger?"

   "I can't think so long. This is a very complicated game. I can only count one step at a time." Hermione said fragilely. "I can't believe that one day I will work with Malfoy."

   "Working with Malfoy, why?" Amos asked curiously.

  "We are playing a fun game. Do you want to join, Amos?" Pomona smiled and said, "You have nothing to do at home anyway."

   "Playing games? Count me." He immediately laughed stupidly, "Please wait, I'll put on a coat."

  After he left the living room happily, Pomona and Hermione sighed together.

   "Do you think he is a secretive person?" Hermione said helplessly.

   "I want to ask you about this, I am only responsible for executing the order." Pomona said with a relaxed face, "Thinking is too tired for me. I'm just a fool of Hefpaff."

   "If one day you and Professor Snape were on the opposite side, would you fight him?" Hermione asked.

   "Of course, I don't have to fight him once or twice." Pomona smiled mysteriously and said, "His favorite is a woman who will fight back."

   "Fight back, Severus, fight back!"

In the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, a senior Sister Hefpaff yelled at a junior Slytherin freshman. Even though the freshman had learned the armor, his body was still covered with wounds, and his black eyes It looked like two empty tunnels, staring at the front.

   "Patience is for revenge. Don't hide in a safe place like a coward."

  Pomona touched her black swan pendant. The predators gave her the nickname Knox. The goddess of the night represents the night and loneliness, without the joy and purity of white. It’s a pity that the patron saint is silver. It can’t fully embody herself. It’s just her when she is happy. Most of the time, she is melancholy. It’s just a perfect smirk on her face. Why Dracomal But are the two Slytherins, Foo and Severus Snape, easy to see through? It's really strange.

  (End of this chapter)