Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2783 Spots of Youth (3)

  The end of the war caught people off guard, and life suddenly switched from one state to another. Pomona thought there could be no crazier situation than this, but things still exceeded her expectations.

   "Get out of the way," she said to the students who crowded in front of the grand staircase, and they packed the stairwell to the ground.

When she "struggled" to the small platform on the third floor, she first saw Felix, and there was a student standing beside him. Pomona recognized him as William Weasley, but he preferred to be called He, Bill, is the eldest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley, and he is in grade 4 this year.

  The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the first two years was a part-time job for Aurors. When they were away due to missions, the students would study by themselves in the classroom, and Bill would act as a little teacher for the students at this time.

"professor!"

  Pomona heard a student calling her, and she recovered herself and looked up at the wall.

  A freshman Hufflepuff trapped in a portrait on the wall.

  She looked terrified, crying "Help" while beating the invisible "wall".

   "Everyone, go back!" Pomona yelled at the surrounding students.

  The grand staircase is the only way for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students to return to the lounge. They heard Pomona's warning and did not leave immediately, but continued to watch the "painting" and discuss.

  So Pomona used his magic wand to force the grand staircase to turn.

  The students crowded on the stairs screamed and grabbed the railing tightly. When the spiral staircase stopped, they immediately climbed up the stairs to other platforms, and then ran upstairs in a panic.

  The students standing on the portrait platform who saw this scene immediately left along another staircase, leaving only Pomona, Felix and Bill Weasley in the end.

   "Help!" Phoebe yells in the portrait, her voice can be heard more clearly because there are no onlookers.

At this time Minerva and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Patricia Linnaeus came down the stairs. This curse-breaker from Gringotts was the first black man hired by Hogwarts after the war. Teacher of Magic Defense class.

   "Don't panic." Felix comforted Pomona, "Go back first, we are here."

  Pomona didn't really leave because of Fei Liwei's words.

   “I remember she seemed to have a twin sister,” Bill said. “Like Fred and George, they were twins.”

   "What's the girl's name?" Minerva asked Bill.

   "I don't know, do you, Professor," Bill asked Pomona.

   "Her name is Joy," Pomona said.

   "Well, where is Joey now?" Minerva asked.

   "She's in the lounge," Pomona said.

   "You take good care of her, don't even have an accident with her." Minerva said.

   "I'll take you back." Bill said immediately.

   "Thanks, I can go back by myself." Pomona said, turned the spiral staircase back, and then walked down the stairs with the railing.

  She didn't understand why Phoebe came here, since Hufflepuff's lounge was also underground.

   Walking halfway, she met a dark figure.

   It was a dense and rich, worrisome darkness that reminded her of the cave guarded by XZ snowmen.

   "All the Slytherins are in the common room," Snape said.

  Pomona threw his arms around him.

   After a few seconds of silence, he reached out and patted her shoulder. Said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, we have to do our duty in this terrible thing, and do what we think is best."

   But she still felt scared and hugged him like a vine.

   "Wilmina," Severus said, "Can you walk her back to the lounge?"

   "I can't send her back like this." Graplan said calmly, smoking a pipe, "The whole academy will be frightened by her."

  He didn't move, feeling the warmth from his body, Pomona calmed down a little, and let go of his hand.

   "I'm going up," Severus said, as if asking for her advice.

  Pomona looked at Graplan.

   "You go," Graplan said.

   Then he followed the stairs and walked upstairs.

   "People and animals are very similar in some ways, Dean, you must remain calm." Graplan said.

   "That's not like what he said," Pomona said.

   "What?" Graplan asked.

   "He actually said 'obligation'." Pomona said, was that the Severus Snape she knew?

  She raised her head, it was so crowded just now, it was lucky that no one fell from upstairs.

   So she returned to the waiting room accompanied by Graplan.

It is difficult for the world to have a real end. Although there are few dark wizards in Hufflepuff, when people think that everything is over, there is new news from the trial court that the son of old Buddy Crouch is actually a death eater. only.

  He has no friends at school, he is always in the crowd, people think he knows someone well.

No one knows him, and no one can tell why he became a Death Eater. When everyone discusses this matter, his father Barty Crouch Sr. is always mentioned. It seems that his son became like this. Responsibility.

   "Do you remember Barty Cratch Jr.?" Pomona asked Graplan.

   "I remember he was on the Quidditch team," Graplan said. "The grades are also very good. He got 12 Os in the OWLS exam."

   "I didn't even know he was playing Quidditch," Pomona said.

   "He hasn't hit since sixth grade, like most of the other kids, unlike Sirius Black, who's always causing trouble," Graplan said.

   “But people who get in trouble tend to get attention,” says Pomona.

   "Do you believe Black betrayed Potter?" Graplan asked.

  Pomona didn't believe that Sirius treated James better than his brother Regulus.

   But the problem in front of her was enough to make her feel overwhelmed.

  At this time, they came to the door of the lounge. Usually, even if it was very late, someone would sneak into the kitchen to get something to eat. Now the corridor is deserted, but there are restless fluctuations coming from the door.

   It is conceivable that there will be a series of questions after the door opens, and she must be prepared.

   "Relax," Graplan said.

   "Why don't you come?" Pomona said to Graplan.

  She stopped talking.

  Pomona took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden barrel at the door.

   "Dean! The dean is here!" A round-faced boy bluffed.

   "I think the others have eyes, Mr. King, what time is it? Why don't you go back to the dorm?" Pomona said.

   "We heard what happened." A senior girl said "Did Slytherin do it?"

   "Who else knows such weird black magic?" said a boy.

   "Where's Joey Burns?" Pomona asked.

  The crowd moved out of the way, and Pomona saw Joey Burns, an 11-year-old girl whose face was pale.

  The Muggle world has been peaceful for many years, at least Britain has not experienced war for many years.

"I know you're afraid, boy, wizards have gone through wars, and peace is hard won, and now we're in an event where someone deliberately stirs up terror and uneasiness, and that's what the Dark Lord is good at." Pomona Say it out loud to Joy, and to all of you "But like your Muggle Prime Minister Churchill said, we must not shrink back, we must not grow weak or weary, neither a sudden blow nor a prolonged vigilance will make us When we lose confidence, we will show kindness to others, but we don’t ask for kindness from others, just like the academy’s code says, do your own thing, don’t care what others say, as long as you can really answer yourself, you have worked hard.”

  People were talking about it, but Pomona just looked at Joey "Never let someone tell you what you shouldn't do, that's the house rules, but it's not the same now as usual, you understand?"

   "I understand, Dean." Joey said tremblingly, "Can I go and see my sister?"

  Pomona looked at Graplan.

   "Come with me," Graplan said to Joey.

  Joy trotted out of the lounge with Graplan.

   "Go back to the dormitory and sleep, don't you have class tomorrow?" Pomona said to everyone.

  The male and female prefects directed the lower grades back to the dormitory, and the senior students stood in another corner of the lounge for a while, seeing Pomona standing at the door, they had no choice but to go back to the dormitory.

   After everyone went back, Pomona let out a long sigh of relief.

   Reasonable doubt must satisfy conscience, but it is not an emotional or intuitive conclusion.

  The eyes of the goddess of justice outside the court are covered with cloth. Why doesn't love make women blind?

  She turned and left the lounge and returned to the office in the hallway.

  Just separated by a wall, her identity has changed drastically. She is no longer the student wearing the yellow scarf.

  She followed the door and squatted on the ground.

   This night is destined to be long.

  (end of this chapter)