Harry Potter Morning Light

What Aunt Catherine said was hard to hear. A girl with a fragile heart would have cried. However, Elizabeth's reply was also very simple: "I will do whatever I think will make me happy. You can't control it. It has nothing to do with me." No one can care about it!”

Originally, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were an unmarried man and an unmarried woman, and it was a normal relationship between men and women. However, Aunt Catherine said that Elizabeth had no regard for her nephew's dignity and reputation.

"It's unreasonable," Pomona said, looking at the contents of the book.

"Who is unreasonable?" Severus said, looking at the scenery of the Black Lake.

"Who else could it be?" Pomona spread the book on his lap.

He glanced at the book, letting it sway slightly in the summer wind on his lap.

At this time, Pomona suddenly thought of something and suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you?" he said casually.

"It was very cold that day," Pomona said in frustration. Harry was left outside the Dursley's house, wondering if he was frozen.

"How did you come up with this?" he asked inexplicably.

"You really want to know?" Pomona asked.

He stared at her, as if wondering what her brain was made of.

"Have you ever noticed a Muggle fire station? They have a box installed on the wall. If someone wants to abandon a child, they can put the baby in the box. There is insulation inside to prevent the baby from freezing." Pomona explain.

"Then what?" Severus asked.

Pomona remembered, she didn't say what day "that" was, it was Halloween 1981.

Anyone who is a wizard knows what this day represents, it is "self-evident".

"Nothing." Pomona tried to muddle through and reached for the book on his lap.

He grabbed her hand, and Pomona saw determination in his eyes.

"Do you know why Mr. Darcy likes Elizabeth?" She looked into his eyes and said, "Because they both have a sister who was deceived by Wycombe."

"That has nothing to do with what we said."

"Of course it does matter. Mr. Darcy loves her sister and he will protect her." Pomona said without compromise, "Liz is always by Jane's side. If Mr. Darcy is always by Georgiana's side, Wycombe How could there be an opportunity?"

His eyes became deep and dark, like two empty tunnels.

"They are in the same situation, but Aunt Catherine doesn't know, or pretends not to know. She just wants a perfect son-in-law. My sister will get married sooner or later..."

"That's enough," he said in a warning tone.

"You begged for Lily, was it really because she was not in the prophecy?" Pomona asked.

He turned his back to her and didn't answer.

"During World War II, energy restrictions were implemented in London. Everyone had to save gas and electricity, and the indoor temperature could not exceed 50 degrees Fahrenheit." Pomona said without rising in tone. "But there was a Frenchman who ignored the ban and used More gas and electricity, raising the room temperature to 70 degrees Fahrenheit. He used utilitarianism to explain his behavior, because the vast majority of people will comply with the government's orders. If only a few people use more gas and electricity, it will not It will have an impact on the outcome of the war.”

He sneered.

"It would be better for some people to feel warm than for everyone to be cold, because it will increase the overall good." Pomona paused here. "It must have been a cold day."

"Can you forget about those spoilers?" he said impatiently.

Pomona stared at this usually disappointing guy.

"You want me to say something that will make you happy?" she asked in surprise.

He actually could have left, but he didn't, as if he was stuck here.

"When I was a child, adults only taught me how to be a good person, but they didn't teach me how to correct my temper. They taught me this and that kind of morality, but they allowed me to follow these morals arrogantly." Pomona read the sentence from the book, "This It was Mr. Darcy who said that he was in a similar situation to James, but then he met Lily, a person who taught him how to correct his temper."

"You also want to correct my temper?" he said forcefully.

"I'm worried about Harry, will anyone correct his temper?" Pomona said helplessly.

He looked at her slightly surprised.

"If he is really the one chosen to lead us in the future..."

"We'll wait until he comes to school, then we can see what kind of person he is," Severus said calmly.

Pomona rested her head on his shoulder.

She was at least much better than most people who had no idea where Harry was, or even what kind of life the hero's child, the surviving boy, lived.

"Do you know Descartes's rule?" Pomona said to herself. "If the knowledge or idea I have is specious, that is, I doubt it, it may be wrong. In this case, it is better to immediately Declare it wrong and reject it.”

"Why are you talking about Descartes again?"

"If we spare no effort to verify whether the truth of a point of view makes this point of view closer to truth or falsehood, then in the process we will see which knowledge can stand the test." Pomona said softly. In Karl’s time, humans were still debating whether heliocentric or geocentric theory was the norm, and even the roundness of the earth had just been accepted.”

"So?" he asked.

"Whether James' love for Lily can stand the test of time is a proposition that cannot be demonstrated."

"Of course, he's dead!" He couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Why are you so stupid?" She hit him on the shoulder.

"Please tell me what's going on in your head, please?" Severus asked excitedly.

"Do you think James really loves Lily?" Pomona asked.

"You ask me?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course." Pomona looked at the "loser."

"I understand." He said as if he suddenly understood. "Harry Potter was put in the cabinet in the firehouse?"

"Who told you that?" Pomona asked in surprise.

"It was very cold that day, and there was a fire station." He said in an unusually calm tone, "So he was adopted by a Muggle family?"

Right or wrong.

"You want me to keep this secret, right?" Severus said. "Just like Elizabeth and Darcy."

"They are warriors." Pomona said softly, "Protect the ones they love and attack those who would hurt their loved ones. Isn't it strange that I understand that book this way? It is obviously a love novel about a gentleman and a lady. "

He looked at her silently.

"Lily is also a warrior, she doesn't need your protection." Pomona looked at him sadly.

But I need someone to protect me.

she said in her mind.

But she didn't know if he received the message because he didn't give her any response.

It's like sending sound waves into the universe, but there is no feedback.

That's not an "echo". The echo is the sound wave returning after hitting the valley. It's the voice of the person who made the sound.

Everything was just talking to himself.

She covered her face and stood up in utter embarrassment, thinking of finding a chance to erase what she just said from his mind.

"You should read more of that book." He said easily. "Human love is not that broad."

She looked at him in surprise.

"It's not a bad thing to be selfish," he said, pulling her into his arms.

"Do you really think that?" she asked, listening to his heartbeat.

"Except the French one," he said sarcastically.

"Descartes is also a Frenchman." Pomona counted on his fingers one by one, "There are also Nicoléme, Voltaire..."

"Have you ever thought about being a pet?" he said suddenly.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Pomona asked alertly.

"What kind of animal do you think you are?" he said casually.

"Veela are originally 'beasts', have you forgotten?" Pomona stared at the human.

"Do you want to be pampered and cared for?" he continued to ask.

"What are the conditions?" she asked expressionlessly.

"What are the conditions?" he asked pretending to be stupid.

"I'm telling you, Severus, the price of returning to the Garden of Eden." She sneered. "Being a domestic pet must abide by the restrictions of its owner and is not allowed to eat forbidden fruits."

"do you want to eat?"

Pomona picked up the book from his lap and slapped him hard in the face.