Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 12 Early Morning Walk

  In the densely foggy forest, a man was rushing for his life. Behind him were many masked people, who waved their wands and pointed green lights at him.

   "Hand it over!" One of them shouted, "Where did you hide it!?"

The person being chased sneered coldly, and then he didn't know what he did, and suddenly disappeared. Those chasing him cursed and cast spells indiscriminately in all directions. A green light unfortunately hit her, so She woke up.

She opened the curtain of the bed and found that the sky had begun to turn white and the others were still sleeping. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she started washing up early, and then used magic such as "haggard face" and "dark complexion" on her face, waiting for her After making sure that she was as inconspicuous as yesterday, she left the bedroom.

The lounge on the second floor has no canopy, but the ceiling is very low. There is a bookshelf that leads to the ceiling. Early in the morning, a boy was sitting by the window reading a yellow book. He was still wearing pajamas. When he noticed someone When he appeared, he was a little panicked. The eyes he looked at Pomona were hazy, as if he was watching an unreal dream.

   "Good morning." Pomona said to him, and then looked at the class schedule posted in the rest area. The first lesson in the morning was the transformation class, with Ravenclaw.

   "Are you real?" the boy asked.

   "Why do you ask?"

   "My mother said I fell from the second floor, maybe I broke my brain." The boy looked at the ceiling and said, "How can there be magic in this world?"

  Pomona knows, this is a freshman born in a Muggle family, and he may think he is dreaming now.

   "You can pinch yourself." Pomona urged, "The more painful, the more real it is."

   Then she ignored him, turned back to the dormitory and took out the books for today, waking up the others in the dormitory, and then left the lounge.

  Although there is never a shortage of food in the lounge, Pomona still wants to eat breakfast in the hall. The Hefpaff lounge is actually not far from the hall. It’s just that the prefect took her in circles last night and returned so late. When she entered the hall, she realized that she was not the first person. Many senior seniors and teachers were already eating.

"Oh, I'm sorry." When she heard someone behind her, she turned her head and found that the person was actually the principal Dumbledore. After all, even the principal needs to eat. It's not unusual to meet him in the restaurant, but Pomona has a kind. The strange feeling of discomfort all over.

   "Good morning principal."

   "Good morning, Miss Martin." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at her through half-moon glasses. "When I was your age, I used to stay in bed and be late. Did you wake up so early because you recognized your bed?"

   "No." Pomona hesitated and said, "Do you recognize me?"

"Although I don't have an unforgettable memory like Ollivander, I do remember you." Dumbledore was so tall, he bent down, lowered his voice and said to Pomona, "You almost Being accepted by Busbarton was your father who asked me to let you come to Hogwarts."

  Pomona took a deep breath. She didn't expect that there were so many twists and turns.

   "Ah, what a beautiful morning." Dumbledore looked at the misty Black Lake outside and said, "It's still early. I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to take a walk with me?"

  Pomona agreed without much thought. She did have a lot of questions that needed someone to answer her.

They left the castle and paced along the black lake. The seemingly calm bottom of the lake seemed to have other magical creatures. They sang soft songs under the water, and the singing reached the surface of the water. The thick lawn stepped on like a carpet, Deng Bu Lido held her hand like a gentleman.

  "What happened?" After being sure there was no one around, Pomona asked Dumbledore.

   "What do you want to know?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

   "Boosbaton, why can't I read it?"

  Dumbledore organized the language, and then said, "Have you heard of the legend of the three brothers in the story of the poet Pidou? Pomona."

   "Of course." This is what every little wizard has heard from childhood, and of course Pomona knows it.

"Old magic wand, resurrection stone, invisibility cloak, some people seem to have some kind of misunderstanding, confuse the magic stone made by Nicol with the resurrection stone." Dumbledore said, "the Philosopher’s stone is called the magic stone, the elixir, it It’s amazing, but it doesn’t have the power to resurrect the dead. The resurrection stone is a deathly sacred instrument. It does not exist in the world. However, some people believe that the Philosopher’s Stone is the resurrection stone. So some people believe that there are resurrection stones hidden in that school, and there are more dark wizards around the school than Demstrang. Your father was worried about your safety and let you go to Hogwarts to study."

  "What are they doing with the resurrection stone?"

   "I don't know." Dumbledore said briskly. "Maybe they had some misunderstanding again and thought I killed Grindelwald."

   "Is he still alive?"

"Although he has lost his freedom, he is still alive. When I was young, I made a blood oath with him and never hurt each other. If I break that oath, I will die too. Look, I am not alive. Is it so good?"

  Pomona knew that Dumbledore was making her happy, but there was still a trace of anxiety in her heart, so she narrowed her smile and said, "My father, how is he?"

   "Physically, fortunately, mentally, he misses you very much, but he can't see you."

   "Why?"

"Maybe you can ask him after you meet. Some things are not suitable for outsiders to talk about, even if I am the principal." Dumbledore looked at the sky and said, "The clouds have become thicker and the weather in the mountains has changed. We took advantage of the fact that it didn't rain. Go back now."

   "Dumbledore, they said you and Grindelwald were friends. Is it true?" Pomona asked.

  "They? Who?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

   "Everyone." Pomona said.

   "My dear, it depends on how you define a friend." Dumbledore looked at the castle and said, "I think someone should have told you that all my family members were killed by him. I turned against him for revenge."

  Pomona didn't know how to answer for a while.

  "Ordinary friends will not hurt each other, but there is a kind of friend who will do certain behaviors that ordinary people cannot understand for a common goal. If I tell you, I don't hate Grindelwald, do you believe it?"

  Pomona felt a moment of confusion in her mind.

"Hefpaff Code Rule 84, endure, and then get revenge afterwards, but I believe you have forgotten by then." Dumbledore patted Pomona on the shoulder. "My old friend said it met A real Hefpaff, kind, fair, tolerant, life is only once, why not be happy? Never let someone tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, Felius once suggested me to Hogwar Zi’s school song has a tune. What tune did you sing last night, Pomona?"

   "I don't remember." Pomona lied, she just opened her mouth and didn't sing, so there is no so-called tune.

   "Some people say Hogwarts is the worst school among the three colleges. What do you think of Pomona?" Dumbledore asked again. "For me, Hogwarts is my home, and every student is like family to me." Dumbledore said bluntly. "Where is there in this world safer than home?"

  Pomona felt even more confused.

   "What the **** do you want to say, principal?"

   "Let's go, my dear, we will miss breakfast if we go back later." Dumbledore took Pomona's hand and strode towards the castle.

  (End of this chapter)