Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 3061 The Veil of Ignorance ([-])
Pomona walked up the steps with the young man. After about two minutes, she began to feel tired and her breathing became involuntarily heavy.

"It's late, it's late!"

Pomona said as he placed the ingredients on the kitchen table.

She first took out the apples and put them on the side plate, and then put the dishes from the Hogwarts kitchen on the other side.

While she was busy, someone took an apple and gnawed on it.

"Don't worry, there aren't many people here tonight." Sirius said while chewing on an apple, "James and Lily went home for dinner just now."

Pomona froze for a moment.

"It's just you and me here." Sirius smiled, then found a seat in the restaurant to sit down, put his legs on the table, and continued to nibble on the apple.

"Damn it, no one notified me!" grumbled Pomona, not busy preparing dinner, but she didn't have the courage to sit at the table either.

Now Sirius no longer wears school robes, and dresses more casually.In fact, he looks good no matter what he wears, even a simple t-shirt with a phoenix pattern, but he looks like the lead singer of a rock band.

"I don't know where to tell you." Sirius said, "What's your name?"

Pomona sneered, took a beef pie and put it on the table, having dinner with the "famous" Sirius Blake.

"Why don't you go to James's for dinner?" said Pomona coldly.

"People need to stay here, not to mention they need two people's time." Sirius said blankly, "Pregnant women are always emotionally unstable."

Pomona looked at the "culprit". If he didn't take James out often, maybe Lily's mood would be more stable.

"She needs friends." Pomona picked up a pie. "She can't be alone."

"What about you?" Sirius asked.

Pomona munched on the pie and didn't answer his question right away.

"I can't be alone either." Sirius stared at a certain spot in front of him, "Thank you for coming tonight."

"Isn't it because I wasn't informed that there was no one tonight?" Pomona said, glaring at Sirius.

He smiled, then put the apple in his hand on the table, and ate the beef pie with his hands without any aristocratic image.

"Did you take James to those occasions?" Pomona asked.

"What occasion?" Sirius said, chewing on the pie.

"Not a place for married people," Pomona said, looking at the unmarried man.

"Are you interrogating me?" Sirius said coldly.

Pomona said no more, and they shared the pie in silence.

This is a miracle, if Sirius feels unhappy at ordinary times, he will leave immediately, regardless of the feelings of other people present.

And after eating the pie, Sirius didn't leave, even while she was washing the dishes, he was watching her thoughtfully.

The current Pomona is neither Gorgon nor Knox, just an unknown person doing odd jobs.

She thought it was good that she didn't have to get involved in his feud with Severus.

Cicero says that rashness and carelessness should be avoided in all conduct, and that entertainment should be done with tact, that we should not abuse everything, be intoxicated with pleasure, and get into some ugly situation.

Intemperance, in good times and bad, is rashness, and arrogance, self-importance, and tyranny should be avoided even when things are going well and in accordance with our wishes.

People who become bridleless and overconfident after a lot of good things should be tamed by wisdom and philosophy, so that they can understand the uncertainty of human career and the change of destiny.

The negative effects of Felicia lead to dizziness, recklessness, and dangerous arrogance.

Although Sirius did not directly participate in what happened after the fifth grade owls exam like James did, but was a bystander, the sixth grade "accident" was his mastermind, fortunately, James stopped it.

Sirius and his cousin Bella have many similarities - the people they like love them like life-threatening things, and the people they hate hate them crazily and will not stop until they kill each other.

Black magic needs this kind of emotion.

Sirius didn't use Black's ancestral black magic very much, he preferred to make some gizmos by himself, he fought like he did pranks, but smiled like his cousin.

Andromeda, Naxisha, and Regulus Black's personalities are not like theirs.

"professor."

Pomona turned her head, and it wasn't Sirius behind her.

"I heard you were looking for me?" said the young man from the Ministry of Magic.

"Looking for you?" Pomona asked.

"Professor McGonagall told me," said the young man.

Pomona still hadn't remembered.

"I am Oliver Hornby's nephew," said the young man.

"Oh, I remembered!" Pomona suddenly said.

"Are you asking me about Myrtle?" asked the young man.

Pomona wanted to put it mildly.

But what could she say now that it was over?

So she stopped and stood in the stairwell and asked him "Why did you say that to Myrtle?"

"I didn't say anything, I just introduced myself to her and I'm sorry for what happened to her," the young man said.

"Who sent you? Your aunt? Why doesn't she come herself?"

"No, no one asked me to come, it's been taboo in our house since Myrtle made a big fuss about her wedding, and even my mother sent us to study abroad." said the young man. There will be accidents at school.”

"Us?" Pomona asked.

"I also have an older brother and older sister. My aunt never married, and she let me inherit her estate," the young man said.

Pomona calculated her age, and Myrtle was about the same age as Hagrid when she was alive, which means that Oliver Hornby was already in his fifties.

"She told me, 'Is it because of a disturbed conscience? I will never forgive you!', I wanted to reconcile with her and let her leave that place." The young man said with lingering fear, "but she seemed crazy."

"Oh, yes, revoke the ban." Pomona suddenly realized.

It was Oliver Hornby who proposed to restrain Myrtle. As long as she herself or her agent can revoke the ban to the Ministry of Magic, Myrtle will be free.

"I will only apply when she returns to normal. I can't let a crazy ghost cause harm to the world." The young man looked around. "It's enough to have Peeves in this castle."

Pomona thought to Paul that if there was anything more annoying than a governess, it would be a strict boarding school.

We do not live among perfectly perfect, intelligent beings, and it is a beautiful thing if they still have the image of virtue in them, and no one should be treated with contempt.

After James proposed that Sirius be Harry's godfather, Lily and the child in her belly were no longer a trouble or drag that prevented Sirius from going out with James.

He and Harry have a kind of "bondage", and even Sirius' attitude towards Lily is improved.

"Give her some time," Pomona said to the young man. "Myrtle will take it."

The young man didn't believe it at all, and Pomona didn't persuade him, and continued to walk up the steps.

When other people regard the extra points as a kind of reward, such as raising their hands to answer questions, they compete for honor for their own college.

Pomona told Hufflepuff's children that her scoring rules were compensation for overcoming difficulties.

If a city is built by the sea, a harbor is built to withstand the storm.Doing so will attract ships to dock in the harbour, also escaping the storm, and prosperity is the compensation for fighting against difficult circumstances.

Not everyone is so lucky, and some people will put obstacles on the way of the race to prevent the runners from running too fast.

Then there is the hurdle race, as long as you can continue the race, it doesn't matter if you are not No.1.

However, this also caused Hufflepuff to be at the bottom of the Academy Cup all year round, but she felt that like Gryffindor and Slytherin, who had a tense relationship in order to compete for No. 1, it was more necessary to get along well with everyone.

Kindness is scarce in this world, although most people feel that kindness is dispensable.

It wasn't long before they reached the headmaster's office, the door was open, and Thicknesse and Snape could be seen standing face to face in front of Dumbledore's desk.

Then Snape seemed to notice something, and turned to look at her, Pomona could not read anything from his eyes.

Magic is magical, but it's not like radio, and she's not a telegraph receiver.

So she bit the bullet and walked over, hoping she wouldn't screw things up.

　Cicero's On Duty

　　Social Justice and the City

　　
　
(End of this chapter)