Chapter 2784 Spots of Youth (4)

Every school has its own ringtone, but no matter how nice the ringtone is designed, you will get bored after listening to it for a long time.

Perhaps for this reason, successive Hogwarts headmasters have not tried to make the ringing of the clock tower bell more pleasant. It is still dull, dull, serious, and not punctual.

After the day's classes, Pomona followed the instructions and came to the principal's office.

"Please come in."

After Pomona knocked on the door, someone inside said almost immediately.

So she opened the door and entered the principal's office, where Dumbledore was raising his pet phoenix.

"You come to me, Principal." Pomona said.

Albus turned his head and looked at her through his half-moon glasses with his blue eyes.

"Please take a seat." Albus said, and he walked to the armchair behind the magnificent desk and sat down.

Pomona expected this to be a long "conversation", so she also sat down on the chair opposite.

"I heard what you did last night." Dumbledore said. "What do you want to say?"

Pomona noticed that Albus was looking at her seriously.

Albus Dumbledore, the character in the Chocolate Frog cartoon, the great wizard who defeated Grindelwald, the discoverer of the use of dragon blood, all this shows how wise and correct he is, if he met Pomona last night

What will be done in the situation?

"I did what I thought was best," Pomona said. "I couldn't let fear and rumors spread."

"You have nothing to suspect?" Albus asked.

"I will not testify against anyone without solid evidence," Pomona said.

"What kind of evidence do you want?" Albus asked.

Pomona didn't know what to say.

After Phoebe calmed down, she said that she came to the grand staircase to visit the portrait. Then her eyes went blank. The next second she was in the painting, and the surrounding portraits did not witness what happened at that time.

The lounge of Slytherin College is also underground, and there are no witnesses. How can we say that the murderer is in their college?

Albus handed Pomona a book.

"What is this?" Pomona asked.

"Your birthday present." Albus said, "Open it and take a look."

Pomona didn't say it would be some time before her birthday, but she still tore open the wrapping paper on the outside of the book.

The book was called "The Nightingale and the Rose" and as far as she knew, it was written by a Muggle poet.

"I know what you're worried about," Albus said softly, "but what you do may cause danger."

"Danger?" Pomona asked in disbelief.

"I will take precautions..."

"Can you explain to me what 'preventive' measures are?" Pomona interrupted Albus rudely. "Now that the incident has happened, what's the use of taking precautions?"

"The burden of this world cannot be borne by one person, and the troubles of this world cannot be borne by one person." Albus said, "You should not let children go back to their beds with fear. This kind of fear

It will be brought into their dreams.”

"So you think I should put them together in the lounge and sleep together?" Pomona said sarcastically, "They won't bear the burden together, they will just scare each other."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Albus asked.

"Because I am in contact with them every day, unlike you..."

Pomona swallowed the remaining words, and Albus looked at her with tolerance.

"I know you feel bad, but we won the first battle and we still have to win the final victory. It's not over yet." Albus said softly.

"I know that the mysterious man's whereabouts are unknown, so Bellatrix tortured the Longbottoms." Pomona said solemnly.

"No, I think he is dead." Dumbledore said. "All the curses he cast have lost their effect."

Except one.

Pomona thought to himself that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed to be really cursed, so Albus hired foreigners to be professors.

"I believed he would come back in another way, so that boy, Harry Potter, I sent him to a place that would have the least impact on his growth."

"It's like the Teen King," Pomona said.

Albus was a little surprised, but said calmly, "Have you read this book?"

There once was a princess who was the king's only daughter, but she was not willing to marry a noble prince. Instead, she fell in love with a servant, and the two gave birth to an illegitimate child. Some people also say that she was a stranger who relied on magic.

The sound of the flute made the princess fall in love with him. In short, the princess's son disappeared seven days after he was born. He became the son of a shepherd. Before the old king died, he sent someone to find the child.

, declared him his heir.

Pomona knew that Lily's sister Petunia was the most likely candidate to become Harry Potter's guardian.

The little prince had a very beautiful face, and he also loved beauty. When he saw the clothes and jewelry the servants had prepared for him, he was very happy and immediately took off his fur coat.

All kinds of rare and valuable things were very attractive to him. In order to obtain these things, the little prince sent merchants to search everywhere, but what bothered him the most was what he wore on the day of his coronation.

One day he had a dream after falling asleep. He felt that he was standing in a small house, surrounded by thin weavers and pale, sickly children. He walked to a weaver, and the weaver was angry.

Staring at him.

"Why are you looking at me? Are you the spy sent by the master to monitor us?"

"Who is your master?" asked the young king who had not yet been crowned.

"Our master is a man like us, but he wears fine clothes and we wear rags. We are starving to death. There is too much meat in his house and it stinks."

"This place is free, and you are not others' slaves. Why do you want to stay here?"

The weaver said, "In war, the strong make the weak slaves, and in peacetime the rich make the poor slaves. We have to work because we want to survive. Although we cannot see it with the naked eye, we are all slaves, no matter what others say about us."

What kind of freedom there is.”

The young king was so frightened that he quickly asked the weavers, "Who are you weaving the clothes for?"

The weaver replied, "It was worn when the king was crowned."

This was when the young king woke up with a loud scream. At this time, he was still in the bedroom. The moonlight outside the window was hazy, as if hanging in the mist.

"If the burden of the world cannot be placed on one person, why would you choose him?" Pomona asked Albus.

"I didn't choose him." Albus sank into the chair. "It was the Dark Lord who chose him."

Pomona didn't believe him.

"It is precisely because the burden of this world cannot be borne by one person that he needs many friends, and that means he needs a good character. Do you think I am right?" Albus asked.

"Do you think if you let him endure hardship in the Muggle world, he will become a person with a lovable personality?" Pomona said incredulously, "I think you have misunderstood what children think of 'popularity', huh?"

think."

"How do you know he will suffer?" Albus said. "His relatives may be kind to him."

Pomona sneered and shook his head.

"You can understand it as a long-term investment. What kind of return we will receive will be many years later. Let's talk about the current problems. I don't support the way you handled it that night."

So you want to fire me?

Pomona said in her heart, but did not say it out loud.

"Don't be fooled by a man's tenderness, witch." Albus said, "Do you think the Dark Lord really loves Bellatrix?"

Sometimes Pomona really feels that the person in front of him is cruel. Maybe it's because he is this kind of person that he always wins.

"No one treats me tenderly." Pomona said dryly. "I'm short and fat. Who would do this to such a woman?"

Albus didn't say anything crueler after all. The pain was enough to wake her up.

"Have you mastered the same ability as Grindelwald to predict the future?" Pomona asked.

In the story of the Young King, at the beginning he broke off a wild thorn on the terrace of the palace, bent it into a circle, and put it on his head. When the nobles saw his outfit, they immediately laughed at him, so the boy

The prince was so angry that he wanted to make a new crown.

A prophet handed a red gem to the little prince, and held a silver mirror in his other hand.

He handed both things to the little prince. The little prince picked up the mirror and looked at his own face. He screamed in surprise and woke up from his dream.

Of course you can see your own face in a normal mirror, otherwise what else would he expect to see in the mirror?

"No," Albus said, "But I can feel what 'fate' is."

She felt uncomfortable all over.

"You can go, Professor." Albus stood up holding the chair, "Send my regards to Professor Slughorn."

Pomona looked at his back and felt that Slughorn might not want to hear any "greetings" from Dumbledore.

After all, Albus encouraged and allowed a young man to challenge Headmaster Slughorn, just like the young wandering lion did to the old lion king. But the problem is that they are snakes, and the snake king is sacrosanct.

of.

Pomona picked up the book on the table, even though she already had it on the shelf.

Before closing the office door, Pomona looked back at Albus's bookshelf. There was a sphere inside a three-dimensional triangle, connected with a wooden stick. It looked like a children's educational toy.

So she decisively nicknamed him "Old Fool" and closed the door.
Chapter completed!