Chapter 2895 The Lion of Freedom (17)

A lonely tower stands on the seashore.

The raging waves hit the rocks and formed a layer of mist, hiding the lonely tower. Occasionally, black cloaked monsters could be seen walking through the mist.

This scene that should have made people feel hopeless was interrupted by the itch coming from the soles of her feet. She subconsciously put her feet back under the quilt.

Not long after, there was a clanking sound, as if something made of metal had fallen to the ground. Pomona reluctantly recalled that something was placed on the table before going to bed last night, and was touched by something.

Lost.

"You can't resist, can you?"

She heard a voice say, and then his long hands hooked her and held her tightly in his arms.

She couldn't see his face, but she could only feel his kiss falling on her ear and holding her earlobe in his mouth.

She woke up immediately and struggled to stand up. Her ears felt really wet. In the blink of an eye, she saw a velvet jumping on her quilt. It looked at her in panic and then jumped out of bed.

, disappeared under the bed.

"Oh~~" Pomona touched his ears, which were covered with Puff's saliva.

Then she saw the unfinished pie and plate from last night fell to the floor, and another Puff was looking for food it could eat on the table.

"How did you get in here!" Pomona yelled, getting out of bed and putting on slippers.

The pooch jumped to avoid her pursuit and soon got under the bed. Pomona looked at the two poufs hiding under the bed and thought about how to get them out.

She stared at them for a long time, and found that there was a black, furry thing behind them, which looked like the fur of some kind of animal.

At this moment, she thought of the lonely tower by the sea and Sirius Black again. Before she could figure out the connection, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

She was startled and looked up at Minerva.

"What are you doing?" Minerva asked, wanting to bend down and look under the bed.

"Two Puff Rongs sneaked in, how did you get in?"

"Albus wants to see us," Minerva said seriously.

"Wait for me a moment." Pomona said and quickly went to the bathroom to wash up.

The mixed-race Veela in the mirror looked unreal. When she woke up in the morning, her eyes were moist and charming, and her lips were slightly open like first-blooming roses.

She quickly splashed water on herself, hoping to wake up and distinguish between imagination and reality.

The Dursleys didn't have any photos of the Potter family, not even Harry Potter, the boy who lived in the cupboard, but they took a lot of photos of Dali's life. Petunia and Vernon wanted to record every moment of his growth.

one day.

At a young age, Dali was already bigger than other children older than him. Even though it was a trivial matter to grab someone else's lollipop, it also prevented Dali from making friends, so Petunia and Vernon sent him to a kindergarten.

Scouts.

Petunia actually had a lot of friends when she was little, but Lily's tree monkey frog eggs happened to hatch at her birthday party and jumped on the girls, causing them to run away screaming.

When Penny was at the Evans house, she couldn't get whatever she wanted, especially magic. What the two of them tried to give Dali was not what Dali needed, but what they themselves needed.

Pomona once saw a pair of Japanese parents outside the Supreme Court. They were very excited to travel to the UK with their children and left many photos, as if to give their children a happy vacation. In fact, there was no trace of emotion on the children's faces.

smile.

The child may want to go back to Japan to play baseball with his friends. There are many foreign words in Japanese. Although it is a bit out of tune, Pomona still understands what baseball means. But this makes the parents very unhappy, and they take turns talking to the child.

.

That's other people's housework. Pomona doesn't know them and can't care about them, but she can probably understand the feeling of "I didn't have it when I was a kid, so my child can't live without it."

After washing up, Pomona followed Minerva to the principal's office, and neither of them spoke a word along the way.

Pomona did not participate in the action of sending Harry to the Dursleys. It was originally none of her business, but now that the two Gryffindors had a disagreement, she felt that she could step in to ease the situation.

Many Gryffindor girls have very strong personalities. James would change for Lily, but Dumbledore would not change for Minerva.

When they arrived at the door of the principal's office, Minerva knocked on the door.

"Come in," said Dumbledore.

So Minerva and Pomona pushed the door open together, and Dumbledore was checking the documents he had just obtained.

He wore a red star robe today, which looked very eye-catching.

"Good morning, Headmaster," Minerva said cautiously.

"I heard you." Dumbledore said. "Would you like to sit down for a while?"

"I prefer to stand," Minerva said like a duelist.

"Me too." Pomona echoed.

"Tell me what you think now, Minerva." Dumbledore put down the document in his hand and looked up at McGonagall.

"You have made your decision, Headmaster," Minerva said calmly.

"But you disagree," said Dumbledore.

"We have no choice. The spell Lily cast on Harry will protect him, and that requires him to stay with Mrs. Dursley. Even if he comes to Hogwarts to study, he still has to go back every summer vacation."

Leva said.

Dumbledore let out a long sigh.

"Let's go, I'll show you around."

So they left the principal's office again.

"What do you understand about yin and yang, Professor." Dumbledore said as he paced on the way to the trophy room.

Pomona looked at Minerva, and Minerva looked at Pomona.

"It's like light and dark, Principal." Pomona said. "The Yin-Yang fish themselves are drawn based on shadows."

"I was recently reading a book about Yin and Yang written by Muggles. He is an American." Dumbledore looked back at Pomona. "He believes that Yin and Yang are positive emotions and negative emotions."

Although the American Muggles misunderstood it, Pomona still said, "Read it if you have a chance."

"It's still far from success." Dumbledore said, "This is what Petunia said to Harry."

"I think those pots are clean enough," Minerva said firmly.

"Dursley often said 'perfect' to their son." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Do you think Mrs. Dursley is a person who pursues perfection?"

"According to the Book of Changes, the moon waxes and wanes. The closer it is to perfection, the closer it is to decay," Pomona said.

"In this chaotic, emotional world, there is never a perfect answer. Perfection transcends human boundaries and transcends magic. In every sunny moment, that drop of poison follows you, knowing that the pain will still come.

If it comes again, please be honest with the people you love and show them your pain, pain is as natural to humans as breathing." Dumbledore said.

"You want Harry Edsley to be a family?" Minerva said incredulously.

"Isidora felt that the pain should be eliminated because she couldn't bear to see her father continue to suffer from the loss of his son, so did she feel the pain herself?" Pomona asked, "Her father lost his son, and she also lost her brother.

"

Minerva looked at Pomona.

"She didn't confess to her father and reveal her pain. Seeing her daughter so sad, would her father still be immersed in the pain of losing his son?" Pomona looked at Minerva and said.

"Let's see Mrs. Dursley's reaction when she sees her sister." Dumbledore said, "We will make a decision after seeing her reaction."

Pomona was a little surprised, she thought Dumbledore would insist that Harry continue to stay at Petunia's house.

"What made you change your mind?" Minerva asked Albus.

"Even our enemies still have things we can learn from. The Dark Lord is a perseverant person, but he also lacks the frankness that James has. Only by being frank can we make real friends," Albus said.

"Who do you think should be the one to write this letter to Penny?" Pomona asked.

"It has been sent out." Albus said with a smile, "But it's not an owl. You know, Muggles have the habit of collecting stamps. The daughter of the author of the book I read burned his stamp album."

"Is he angry?" Pomona asked.

"He was thinking about positive and negative emotions," said Albus.

Pomona smiled and said nothing.

"Human emotions are a powerful force, whether it is a Muggle or a wizard." Dumbledore said, "No matter whether it is well-intentioned or not, one cannot manipulate people's hearts at will."

Pomona and Minerva looked at Dumbledore together.

"We only give them one more choice." The old fool said sanctimoniously.

"Yes, Headmaster." Pomona and Minerva looked at each other.

"I hope the Muggle post office can be more efficient and can deliver the letter before school starts." Dumbledore said, "The last time I sent a letter using the Muggle method was more than 100 years ago."

After he finished speaking, he clasped his hands behind his back and strolled along the corridor carved by winged beasts with a comfortable look.
Chapter completed!