Chapter 2796 The Sun in the Water (8)

Buddy Crouch Jr. was executed, and his father, Buddy Crouch Sr., became the Director of the Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic. The photos of the two fathers and sons were placed on the same page.

Pomona put down the Daily Prophet. In fact, it is not only children who can destroy their parents, but parents can also destroy their children.

She looked up at the long Ravenclaw table. Barnaby Lee was sitting far away from the others eating alone, not talking to anyone.

He looks very burly, more like a rugby player than a wizard, and his grades are not very good, and he is by no means outstanding in Ravenclaw.

But Pomona picked up an investigation report, and she circled two places with a red pen, one where he had used dark magic items to make toys since he was a child, and the other where the mysterious person had "personally" met him.

Mr. and Mrs. Lee were only middle-level among the Death Eaters, far less prominent than Malfoy, but the mysterious man "personally" visited the manor that was too small for his status at the time, instead of summoning Barnaby

And his grandma, this is very strange.

Pomona took a sip of coffee. During her short career as an Auror, she met some talented people. Alice Longbottom was very sensitive to the properties of potions, just like the Weasley family.

There are those who are somewhat resistant to dark magic, but those like Barnaby are indeed rare.

Dark magic items are like giving a loaded gun to a child of several years old and letting him play with it as a toy. However, Barnaby never went off the gun, neither hurting himself nor anyone else.

Just because of luck?

At this time, she felt someone walking beside her. Pomona looked up and found that Professor Snape had appeared.

He sat not far from her, didn't touch the breakfast on the table, and just drank black coffee.

She felt tired for him. She had to go to Hogsmeade to eat and come back every day. Unfortunately, food could not be conjured.

She stuffed the investigation report into the newspaper and took it away with her. As she left, she glanced at Barnaby again, who was eating another plate of breakfast like a mountain troll.

Pomona couldn't help but shake his head. With the influence his parents had on him, it would be difficult for him to find a good job in the future. He hoped that his family's property would be enough, otherwise he would probably go hungry.

On the way to the greenhouse, Pomona met Hagrid, who was also walking to the Forbidden Forest.

"Tooth has healed, that stupid dog." Hagrid complained, completely unable to see the way he looked when he hugged Tooth and cried. "I found an uneaten meat pie in the hole he dug. Then

Not provided at pet parties.”

When Hagrid said this, he suddenly looked around, then bent down and whispered in Pomona's ear, "I guess those meat pies are for Filch's cat. Only when it is asleep, others will not."

Get caught and put in jail.”

"Have you found similar mince pies elsewhere in the castle?" Pomona asked.

"I'll find it," Hagrid said.

Pomona couldn't help rolling her eyes, but she would rather believe Hagrid's words. After all, what's the point of poisoning meat pies for pets at a pet party? And it's a sleeping potion.

Pomona was busy with classes throughout the day. The first class in the afternoon was an Herbology class for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and Barnaby appeared again.

Bill Weasley unconsciously appeared in her mind. He was also a talented young man, but he focused more on brainpower.

She didn't pay attention to it before, but now she took a special look at Barnaby. He was very good at herbal medicine. Because of his strong physique, he could easily lift flowerpots. He would also take the initiative to help the girl move it, no matter if he was in someone else's house.

Do you think he is a Death Eater's child?

Some people have a kind of kindness in their nature. Remus would rather be weak than hurt anyone. Other werewolves who normally eat human flesh are not as pale as him and are even a little strong.

She seemed to understand a little bit what was happening now.

But in order to avoid guessing, Pomona went to the principal's office after school, and she happened to pass by Richard Carter.

Pomona smiled at him and continued to move forward. Because of Quidditch, the "grievances" between Gryffindor and Slytherin could be resolved on the field, and no one would look for Herbert H.

People like Spring are in trouble.

When she opened the door, Albus was holding the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand, and the red gem dazzled her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Albus asked casually, just as he casually placed the priceless sword on the table.

"I have a question." Pomona sat on the chair opposite him. "Do you have any special arrangements for Barnaby?"

"What do you mean?" Albus said calmly.

"Like Newt Scamander, on special missions," Pomona said.

"How did you come up with that?" Albus asked.

"The Dark Lord is also a man who cherishes his talents. I believe he would not go to Barnaby's manor to look after an insignificant child for no reason. He has a special talent, right?" Pomona said.

"What else?" Albus asked.

"Because of Severus, even though Barnaby passed the OWS Potions exam and he was qualified to continue taking potions class in the sixth grade, he still kicked Barnaby out." Pomona sighed helplessly.

"Why would he want to destroy that kid just because he learned howling in Potions?"

"Do you know his employment plans?" Albus said.

"What's the use of knowing, he has parents like that," Pomona said. "He reminds you of Hagrid, right?"

"He is indeed not suitable for following the same routine as others." Albus said, "But I am not sure whether I should make other arrangements for him."

"What do you mean?"

"Testing." Dumbledore said, "Even good-natured people may do things that violate their conscience under certain circumstances. Now that you have seen it, how about you be responsible for observing his test results?"

"What about Bill?" Pomona asked. "Who's in charge of him?"

"That's not your concern," said Albus.

"Is it about the 'Horcrux'?" Pomona asked tentatively.

"As far as I know, this is a very evil black magic. Even if you wear it, you will be affected by it." Albus said.

"Are they the best choice?" Pomona asked.

"No, why did the Dark Lord choose Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

She couldn't answer this question.

"Do you treat children from Order of the Phoenix families differently from children from Death Eater families?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I didn't think about it," Pomona said.

"I have been trying to understand the Dark Lord's thoughts at that time. When you understand the other person's thoughts, you can guess what his next move will be." Dumbledore looked at the Sword of Gryffindor on the table. "Guess

Why would Carter want to see it?"

"Does he still want to steal it?" Pomona said with a smile.

Albus didn't laugh at this cold joke.

"Among all the goblin items, this sword is the holy object of the goblins." Dumbledore said calmly, "As long as they can get this sword, the goblins will exchange it for anything."

"But it's also a sacred object of Gryffindor." Pomona said, "How could he..."

"There is a legend that this sword will only appear when a real Gryffindor needs it." Albus said, "It seems that I have to prepare for another 'test'."

Albus fell silent next.

Pomona stood up, bowed to him, and left the principal's office.

There is a fable about bees that says: A person who advocates honor must have courage, but lacks courage. His other principles are at best a sword without the tip.

A person who advocates honor is first concerned with abiding by the principle of honor. In order to defend this principle, he will even give up his job, wealth and even his own life.

Unlike other houses, Gryffindor does not have a single Death Eater. Unfortunately, there is the traitor Sirius Black. He betrayed his friends James Potter and Lily, and killed Peter Pettigrew, leaving only a little finger, and

Injuring dozens of muggles while chasing him.

I wonder if anyone has ever thought about it. Originally, all Blacks were Slytherins.

Like stains on polished armor, or sunspots on the surface of the sun, it would be nice if they didn't exist.
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