Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 2499 "Little Tricks" (1)

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   Chapter 2499 "Little Tricks" (1)

  While Harry Potter was asleep, Albus pointed his wand to his forehead and pulled a strand of silver from his forehead.

   "Shh." He pointed a finger at Madam Pomfrey.

   "You're not doing it right," Madam Pomfrey said in a low voice.

"When Mr. Potter wakes up, I will ask him some questions, some details, I think it will be reflected in the memory, but ignored in the description." Albus said as he put the piece of silver wire into the test tube. "Are you right? Professor."

   "Mr. Potter's paper shows his poor expressiveness," Snape said, his expression as if he had just eaten a snot-smelling Bibido.

   "Just a little memory, right?" Minerva asked aside. "Only about being in front of the mirror."

   "What do you think?" Albus asked again.

   "Go get busy," Pomona said to Madam Pomfrey.

   Madam Pomfrey wanted to argue, but she didn't say anything, so Albus took the lead and left the medical wing.

   "Come with us." Albus suddenly said when he reached the door.

   "Me?" Pomona asked in surprise. She had planned to stay in the medical wing to help Madam Pomfrey. Tonight's "sick number" was not just Harry, but also Ron Weasley who fell into a coma.

   "I need your advice," Albus said.

   "You go," Madam Pomfrey said to Pomona.

   So Pomona went with the other two deans.

The wizard's robe was dragged on the ground of the castle, making a rustling sound. Whether it was Gryffindor or Slytherin, they were very particular in terms of dress, not to mention the always solemn Minerva, even the one in the mother's floral shirt. The snot has changed.

   She looked down at her dirty witch robe full of mud, and did not feel ashamed. The four academies represent the four elements of wind, fire, water and soil, and they are all equal.

They walked silently all the way to the principal's office, where Albus summoned the Pensieve, then he pointed his wand at the Pensieve, a blue fire ignited around the Pensieve, and then the "water" in the basin turned into steam, forming a water curtain.

Albus put the memory he had just taken from Harry Potter into the Pensieve, and some images quickly appeared on the water curtain. When it was clear enough to be identified, Pomona found that it was Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised.

   "I've seen the stone." Quirrell looked greedily at the mirror and said, "I'm going to report it to the master...but how exactly do I get it?"

   "Déjà vu?" Albus said to Snape, who kept his face expressionless.

   "But Snape hates me!" said Harry.

"Oh, he really hates you, don't you know? He hated each other with your father when they were at Hogwarts, but he doesn't want you dead at all," Quirrell said lazily. .

   "I remember when Professor Quirrell entered, Severus had already graduated," Minerva whispered in Pomona's ear.

   "You think Severus really doesn't want Harry Potter to die?" Pomona also lowered his voice.

   "Severus will certainly cause some trouble for Mr. Potter, but I don't think those actions endanger his life," Minerva said lightly.

  Pomona didn't know what to say.

  The old bat just wanted to give Harry Potter a dark childhood and let him live rather than die, but since the head of Gryffindor thinks it's no big deal, what does Pomona do with so much business?

   "Sometimes, I find it hard to follow my master's teachings, he's a great wizard and I'm too weak," Quirrell said horrified.

   "You mean, he was in the classroom with you then?" Harry Potter gasped.

"He was with me all the time, never alone," Quirrell said, trembling. Some strange ideas about good and evil, it was the Dark Lord who made me understand my mistakes and ignorance, there is no actual good and evil, only strength is the most important thing."

  ‘Power can bring happiness to people. ’

   Little Snape, who was still wearing his Slytherin uniform, said so after a training session.

  ‘Food can give people happiness. ’

   Pomona in Huffpuff's uniform gave him a cookie, and the little guy who had just made the rhetoric took it and ate it.

  ‘Why didn’t you say thank you? ' Pomona asked.

   Snape did not answer.

   She thought it was rude and this habit should be corrected.

   "Come here, Potter!" Quirrell yelled at Harry, who hesitated before walking towards Quirrell.

   "Tsk." Snape grinned in disgust.

   "I told you, Potter can't be handed over to the Desleys." Minerva said to Albus with some excitement.

   "What do you think?" Albus asked Pomona.

   "A normal child would really feel terrified to see this scene, and even run away." Pomona said, "But I think Mr. Potter has other plans."

   "Let's see what happens next." Albus said, and everyone's eyes turned to the water curtain again.

   "Come here Potter, look in that mirror, and tell me what you see?"

  The screen suddenly went black, and then resumed again. Harry walked to the mirror and saw a startled pale face.

  He had heavy breathing and a thumping heartbeat in his ears.

  ‘I must lie. ' Pomona heard a whisper, 'I can't let him get that stone. ’

   She looked around, and it seemed that only she heard the sound, and then the reflection in the mirror suddenly laughed, he winked at Harry, reached into his pocket, and took out a red stone.

  Pomona looked at the stone of sages that countless people yearned for, and her heart trembled for a moment, but she quickly turned her eyes to the boy with glasses, and her heart returned to peace.

   "What do you think, Pomona?" Albus asked.

   "Only the happiest people see themselves in the mirror of Erised. I remember Harry seeing his parents in the mirror before."

  Everyone looked at her.

   "I saw myself shaking hands with Headmaster Dumbledore and winning the House Cup." Harry in the water curtain was lying.

   Quirrell cursed in exasperation.

   "Get out of here!"

  Harry was staggered two steps by Quirrell.

   "He's lying..." A hoarse voice came from Quirrell.

   "Potter, come here!" Quirrell yelled, "Tell me the truth about what you just saw!"

   "Let me talk to him."

   "But Master, your physical strength is not enough..."

   "Enough to deal with this." The hoarse voice hissed like a snake.

   Quirrell undid his hood.

   "He's changed," Snape said in a low voice.

   Quirrell also had a face on the back of his head, and to be honest, she couldn't tell that it didn't look like Voldemort, because it looked like a bad mask.

   "Harry Potter, we meet again." The evil and ugly face smiled and sounded terrifying and weak.

   'How sad your mother would be if she saw that, Tom. ' Pomona thought, 'She wants you to look like your dad. ’

   Then Tom Riddle goes into a tirade like all villains, and then he points out that the Philosopher's Stone is in Harry's pocket, how did he find it? Not only did his eyes grow on the back of Quirrell's head, but they were covered with a hood.

   Since Quirrell was facing Harry and his back was facing the mirror, Voldemort's face could be reflected in the Mirror of Erised, and it seemed like an ordinary mirror in an instant.

   This scene made her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if the evil had a manifestation at once, but at this time Voldemort was still telling lies that no one believed, inviting Harry to join the Death Eaters and giving him immortality.

  How stupid would it take to be like this?

  The adults watched the children in the water curtain fight with the big devil, the mysterious man who was so powerful that he couldn't even say his name. It should have been easy to deal with an 11-year-old child, even if he was weak. And Quirrell, an adult though weak. But something magical happened, when Harry's hand touched Quirrell, and Quirrell cried out in pain.

   "What do you think it is?" Albus asked, looking at the water curtain.

   "Unicorn blood," Severus said.

   "Not Lily's spell?" Minerva asked.

   "He broke down." Pomona said, looking at the water curtain.

  Quirinas Quirrell, the smart Ravenclaw who loved to travel and stuffed wildflowers, turned to ashes and fell.

   "This..." Minerva stuttered in surprise.

  A shadow flew out of Quirrell's body and hit Harry Potter. Harry let out a whimper and fell to the ground. Unlike Quirrell, Harry was still receiving treatment in the medical wing.

   "Lily's spell can reflect the Avada Solitaire Charm." Albus raised a hand "but it can't cause such an effect."

   As his hand flicked, the screen in the water curtain was reversed, Quirrell's skin turned stone-like gray, and then fell to the ground.

   "I don't think this is a scene in a child's dream, Severus, can you help Mr. Potter?" Albus said.

  Snape took his cloak and left the headmaster's room without looking back.

   "I'll go back to the lounge." Minerva said, "It's almost dawn, and the students will have a lot of questions."

   "Don't forget Mr. Longbottom who was petrified," Albus said. "He's been through a lot too."

   McGonagall left, leaving only Pomona in the principal's room.

   "Do you think Mr Potter did the right thing?" Albus looked at Pomona.

   "Of course, he prevented Voldemort from resurrecting," she said immediately.

   "That's not what I asked, just now you said that Harry only saw himself in the mirror."

"Yes."

   "Why does he feel happy when he is in danger." Albus asked.

   "Gryffindor has always been adventurous."

"Actually, I was hesitant to sort him into Slytherin or Gryffindor," said the Sorting Hat on the high shelf, "but he himself seems very reluctant to be sorted into Slytherin, and I follow his will."

   "And what about Neville Longbottom? He's been trying to get into Hufflepuff." Albus said with a smile.

   The Sorting Hat smacked his mouth and stopped talking.

   "He was born in July, just like Harry Potter," Albus told Pomona.

   She looked at Albus in confusion.

"There are many kinds of courage, not only in the face of the enemy, but also in the face of friends, it also takes courage, you are a real Hufflepuff, Pomona, honesty and tolerance are the spirit of Hufflepuff's college, As courage was to Gryffindor, shrewdness was to Slytherin, and wisdom was to Ravenclaw, Mr. Longbottom tried to prevent his friends from taking risks, and though he failed, do you think you can tolerate a dishonest person?" Albus asked.

   She wanted to say 'yes'.

   "It's not a good habit to lie," she said dryly.

   "Even if his dishonesty was to defeat evil?" Albus asked again.

   "If he is a liar, even if his purpose and essence are good in the beginning, it will be unpredictable in the future."

   "But if Harry doesn't lie and doesn't know how to hide his purpose, how do you think he's going to beat Quirrell?" Albus asked.

"his hand……"

   "He didn't know he had that kind of power." Albus interrupted her immediately "His discovery was an accident."

   "Don't you know?" Pomona asked.

  Albus' blue eyes looked at her through the half-moon glasses, and she lowered her head.

   "I want you to think about this question, I think you should have an answer before the holiday." Albus turned around, "Go and tell Severus to come."

   "Yes, Headmaster." She said obediently, opening the door and leaving the Headmaster's room.

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Georgiana looked at the snow in the yard, she chose between "loser" and "dishonest", she accepted Neville Longbottom, and seemed to answer what others said, Hufflepuff really became An academy for idiots.

Students like Hermione should be well liked by teachers in Muggle schools, and Pomona is no exception, but the old bat didn't like Hermione, not because she was a Muggle, but because she knew everything." Miss Know-It-All".

   She always raises her hand in class and always gives the Academy points for the correct answer, so she's right about everything?

  Loneliness is not so easy, Hermione wouldn't have joined Ron and Harry if it wasn't for the Halloween troll, and she was in distress because she was crying in the bathroom alone.

  Albus was buried at Hogwarts after his death. Where was Grindelwald buried?

  The Romans can abandon their corpses in the wilderness. Some people can't bear it. Collecting corpses for others is a good deed.

  No matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to dispose of his own body by himself. After Voldemort died, no one could see a dead body, so Bella used the Cruciatus to torture the Longbottom and his wife where he went.

  Georgianna turns the fire opal ring, she seems to have an indissoluble bond with the cemetery.

   She buried Albus, who will bury her?

   "Mrs."

  Georgianna looked back at Leila Durenard.

   "Are you looking for me?"

   "Sit down and talk," said Georgiana, waving her hand, and the steaming teapot floated up.

  Layla was a little surprised, but sat down on the sofa, a cup floated in front of her, and the teapot that followed immediately filled her with tea.

  Layla looked at Georgiana in horror, and Georgiana smiled at her, looking "amiable".

   (end of this chapter)

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