Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 2609 partake (1)

   Chapter 2609 partake (1)

   In English, partake and drink both mean drinking, but partake is more about participation, while drink is more about drinking.

   Tina and Pomona and Hagrid chatted for a while and then went back to the meeting, although they were not the main characters.

   Anyway, Greta is very happy today.

Pomona thought as he looked at the "School Manager" who was walking around the crowd like a butterfly in flowers, and then thought about how to call Cedric over if he had to take care of Scamander for the rest of the time. , might as well go back sooner. It's not good for an underage kid to stay too late at this kind of party, even though he doesn't need to go to bed at 9 o'clock.

   "Dean?"

  Pomona followed the sound and saw that it was Maricine O'Flaherty, the hitter for Hufflepuff.

   "Oh, hello, Mary Sheen, what are you doing here?" Pomona said.

   "I'm coming to the party."

   "I went to see Newt." Tina waved at Pomona and disappeared among the guests.

"only you?"

   "And an uncle, he's over there."

  Pomona looked in the direction where Maricine pointed, Filivie was talking to a tall man.

   "That's your uncle?" Pomona asked.

   "He's a Broadway screenwriter from The Wizards, from America," said Mary Sheen, wrinkling her nose.

   Judging from what Pomona has searched from student dormitories, who still watches musicals among young people today? It is estimated that he and Fei Liwei, who writes classical music, will have a lot in common.

  Pomona didn't want to go over and listen to them talk about this, she searched around the venue to see if she could find someone to "socialize" with.

   "Good evening," she heard a woman say.

  Pomona looked over and found that it was an old witch in a long elegant dress and diamond trembling flowers in her hair.

"You are…"

   "I'm a member of the Witch League, Felicia Kaplan, and I think you should know Jarrod Lockhart."

  Marisine stuck out her tongue, but Pomona kept smiling.

   "He used to be my colleague," Pomona said.

   "I heard he had a heroic year at Hogwarts, but unfortunately he was seriously injured and had to be hospitalized for a long time," Felicia said.

  Pomona didn't know where to start.

   "I've always taught my grandson to be as brave as Gerald, I wonder if you remember him," Felicia said.

   Pomona thought for a moment.

   "Are you Diego Kaplan's grandma?"

   Felicia smiled and nodded.

   "Where's Diego?" Pomona asked.

   "He's in training."

   "What training, Auror?" Pomona asked.

   "Dance training, he wants to be a dancer." Felicia said with a sullen face.

  Pomona really couldn't think of how to express it for a while.

  Diego Kaplan graduated a year before Harry started, and he was once the best in Hufflepuff, similar to Cedric now. He is good at dueling, especially with shield spells and healing spells, as well as herbs and potions.

   She couldn't understand how Diego gave up these to learn dancing.

   Felicia said a few more polite words, and then left them.

   "She's such a liar." Marishin said to Pomona after she was gone, "to believe what Lockhart wrote in the book."

   "Do you know who is behind Witch Weekly?" Pomona asked Mary Sheen.

   Mary Sheen suddenly realized.

   "Witch Weekly" is a joint publication of the Witch Guild. After seeing Felicia, Pomona is not surprised why Lockhart has been named the most charming smile for five consecutive years. How could an elderly woman refuse the smile of a handsome young man like Lockhart?

   But now that Lockhart is in hospital, Harry Potter has replaced him as the hot topic of Witch Weekly, even though he is only 14 years old, and the Weekly has quite a few pictures of him in Quidditch matches.

   There was a junior Gryffindor who was chasing Harry for pictures, and Pomona doubted that those pictures were passed on from him.

   "Where is Draco Malfoy on the dating list?" Pomona said, looking at the platinum family not far away.

   "What?" Mary Xin asked in surprise.

  Pomona smiled and looked at Mary Sheen. "I know you made a date list for all the boys in the school. Where is Draco Malfoy?"

   "I...I went to my uncle! I'm sorry," Marisin said to Pomona, then ran away quickly.

  Pomona was confident enough to follow behind her slowly, because the direction that Mary Sheen was running was the direction she was going.

  Her "boyfriend" is chatting with the screenwriter of American Wizard Broadway.

  ‘If only he could be taller. ’

   She looked at Fei Liwei and thought with regret.

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   "Here are our findings."

After the three returned to the castle together, Pomona reported to Albus about Harry Potter's release of a super-powerful Patronus by the Forbidden Forest Lake.

  Albus sank himself into the chair behind the desk, slender hands folded.

   "Do you have anything to add?" Albus asked Feliwick and Severus.

   "Not yet," Severus replied.

   "Sounds like you still have doubts?" Albus asked.

   "What you just heard is very different from our initial investigation results, and Professor Sprout complained to me that she got a 't'." Severus said strangely.

"and then?"

   "We can continue to 'dig deep', but we need more information, Filius said the Pensieve was dug out of the earth..."

   "There are secrets that only the Headmaster is qualified to know, Severus, and I'm afraid I'll refuse your 'reasonable request'." Albus interrupted Snape.

   "What do you think?" Severus looked at Filivy.

   "I'm more interested in the wand's augmentation." Filivie looked at Albus. "As the owner of the Elder Wand, what do you think is the difference between it and your original one?"

  Albus smiled and said nothing.

   "You also said that there was a sense of 'resonance' in that place." Pomona said, "Did you forget it so quickly, Severus?"

   The old bat froze, obviously unconvinced.

"The wandweigher is an ingenious machine that accurately measures the length of a wand, core material and time of use. Do you think we should use it to replace the wand-weighing ceremony at the Triwizard Tournament?" Albus asked suddenly.

   None of them spoke.

"When the Triwizard Tournament was suspended, the wand scale had not yet been invented, and the person in charge of the ritual relied on her own experience and feelings, just like our friend from America, not to mention she noticed the wand The material of the wood is something that a wand scale can't do." Albus said, "Aurors are responsible for security, and the wand-weighing ceremony focuses more on keeping the wand in a state suitable for competition."

   "Wand scales can't do the same as a human, can they?" said Filivie.

   "That's right," said Albus.

   "I don't think we have a better choice." Filivey looked at Pomona and Severus "by tradition."

   "How do we keep that person fair?" Severus asked Albus.

   "I think Ollivander is trustworthy," Albus said.

   "If the Ministry of Magic agrees with you," Severus said coldly.

   "I know, they believe in that machine, but as long as no one reminds them, they'll forget about the Triwizard Tournament and this ritual, we just need to find a small room to do it quietly."

   "How about just canceling it?" Severus sneered. "If it's a solemn and fair ceremony, why should it be done 'quietly'?"

   "There will be a lot of onlookers at your weighing ceremony, but have you ever thought about the feelings of the person standing on the scale?" Albus said angrily, "He may be more nervous than you."

   "There are wand makers in other countries, and I'm worried they will compete with Ollivander for this honor." Pomona said immediately "The UK is the host anyway."

   "That's right, Ollivander did not participate in any gambling, I believe in his fairness, he will not favor anyone." Feiliwei also said.

   "I did you a 'little favor', and now it's time for you to pay back, Severus." Albus said, staring into Severus' eyes, "and all you need to do is keep quiet."

  Snape held his head high and said slowly, "Yes, Headmaster."

   In an instant, the tense atmosphere disappeared. Pomona and Feiliwei glanced at each other and both saw the difficulty in each other's eyes.

   "Speaking of security issues, how about you and the Aurors, Filius." Albus said suddenly.

   "I think Minerva is more suitable for this job than me." Filivie said quickly.

   "She is responsible for the safety of the school, especially the labyrinth. No one except the school is allowed to enter." Albus said, "I don't want the layout of the labyrinth to leak out and affect the 'fairness' of the game."

   Fei Liwei was caught in a dilemma. After all, he was also responsible for the defense magic of the school. He was indeed the right person. If he didn't open the door to everyone, the kind of person who would be welcome to ask him questions.

   "What do I do?" Severus asked.

   "I think the Potions Contest is the most important right now." Albus replied.

   "As long as the nomination is approved, I will have nothing to do with me, I can…"

   "No!" Albus interrupted Severus.

   "Why!" Severus asked, suppressing his anger.

   "Don't get me into trouble, Severus, after all these years, you may have forgotten that you escaped charges on my warrant."

   "I might need an assistant," Filivie said.

   "Now is not the time for you to be a 'good guy', Filius."

   "Bad Guy" Snape couldn't listen anymore, he left the principal's room without saying hello.

   "I want you to be more involved in school affairs, Filius." Albus looked at Felivie and said, "You'll be a good headmaster."

   "If they can accept a half-goblin sitting in your chair." Feiliwei said coldly, and then Feiliwei also left the principal's room.

  Pomona thought it was time for her to go, but she looked at Albus, who looked exhausted.

   "What do you want to say?" Albus asked.

   "Why did you tell Filius about the headmaster?" Pomona asked. "You want to retire?"

   "No, I was just thinking that Beauxbatons could accept Madame Maxime as the headmaster..."

   "So you think we can too?" Pomona interrupted. "Don't be naive, Albus."

   Dumbledore sighed, his expression full of helplessness.

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   After Neville took a "taxi" back to school from the Scamander's house, he told Pomona that Tina wanted him to send her a letter expressing her apology for her bad attitude before she left.

Even after so many years, Tina felt she was right in attacking Mary of Second Salem, she stopped that Muggle woman from abusing Credence, maybe Credence met a bad adoptive mother, but New York and magic Society still has a mechanism to find a new family for him, and society will take on the responsibility of taking care of him.

   She is clearly right, why should she be punished, staying in that small office and checking those registered wands? Obviously there is a wand scale to record quickly, which is much more efficient than manual work.

   It wasn't until she learned that the machine could only identify wand cores, but not wood, that she realized that she was different from the machine.

  In a large forest, it is as rare to find a tree that becomes the material for a wand, as it is to find a wizard in a crowd.

   In Grindelwald's words, magic "blooms" in the souls of only a few.

  Tina was a good Auror, and she found Credence before so many people, so Pomona trusted her "gut feeling".

In fact, remembering the situation that night, it should be more like a frozen fire snake egg, but with the heat of midsummer, the ice outside melted, and the fire snake "bursted" out, and as time passed, the The explosion-like heat left only a little residual warmth.

   So there is the metaphor of Tina, which is like fire in water, although at that time Harry released the God Guard, which had nothing to do with fire.

   (end of this chapter)