Chapter 2960 Trojan Horse Winner (Part 2)

Legend has it that when Dante was nine years old, on a sunny day, he was playing with a group of children and met a little girl, her name was Beatrice.

In his early collection of poems "New Life", he described it like this: At this time, the spirit of life hidden in the deepest part of life began to vibrate violently, and even a very weak pulse felt the vibration.

It may seem strange to people nowadays, how could a nine-year-old boy have such admiration for a little girl?

Eight years later, when Dante and Beatrice met again, she was married to someone else, and after she died young, Dante said again, "The bitter life has exhausted me physically and mentally, and the vitality of my life has been exhausted." Completely faded, and people saw my face as dead. ", "How tiresome the worldly things are, it makes me worry and restless, so I call death, may it be my intimate and tender companion".

After seeing off the students, the teachers also started their own Christmas vacation, and Severus went to Malfoy's house as usual to meet his godson Draco Malfoy, who was said to be "very talented".

Pomona took Dumbledore's hand to apparate and came to Muggle London.

They first went to Diagon Alley to buy a lot of presents. Although wizards did not rush to buy as much as Muggles did during Christmas, Diagon Alley was still overcrowded.

Everyone was focused on doing their own things, and few people noticed that Dumbledore on the chocolate frog card had appeared.

They then bought another bouquet and took it to St. Mungo's Hospital, where they visited the Longbottoms in a deep coma.

Hogwarts didn’t teach Barty Crouch Jr. the Unforgivable Curse, but he entered Azkaban shortly after graduation, and they didn’t meet anyone else during their visit, including their son and parents.

After visiting the Longbottoms, Albus Apparated again, this time at a Muggle hospital called St. Paul's Hospital, where Pomona saw "himself".

The female Muggle who looked like her was lying on the hospital bed, as motionless as the Longbottoms, except that she had many tubes on her body.

"What happened to her?" Pomona asked.

"Some accident," said Albus slightly sentimentally. "She was hurt by her child."

"you mean……"

Albus looked at Pomona, his blue eyes full of sadness.

"My sister, Arianna, she unintentionally hurt our mom, just like her kids did."

They left the hospital without leaving flowers, and after Apparating again, they came to the Muggle community. Pomona looked at those single-family houses that were almost exactly the same. Every family was preparing for the holidays. There were many decorations in the yard, such as elk and Santa Claus.

At this time Dumbledore took out the invisibility cloak, covered the two of them, and they walked along the street.

"There he is," said Dumbledore, looking at a window.

Pomona followed his line of sight. There was a thin, bespectacled boy busy in the kitchen like a house elf. In the living room next door, the "family" was talking and laughing. Enjoy the joy that Christmas brings.

"Do you know who he is?" Dumbledore asked.

"Harry Potter," Pomona whispered, and although she couldn't see the scar on his forehead, she recognized him immediately as James' son.

"Except for Minerva, only you know where he lives." Dumbledore said "If one day..."

"I'm not telling anyone," Pomona said immediately. "I swear."

"We're going to take him from this place," Dumbledore continued. "It must be a very urgent situation. You know that Minerva and I disagree on that."

"Can I ask a question?" Pomona said.

"What's the question?" Dumbledore asked.

"When you first met You-Know-Who, what did you think he went through?" Pomona asked.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean," said Dumbledore.

"I read a book that our character is more determined by lack of experience than by what we have experienced," Pomona said. "And what we don't have is more attractive than what we have."

Albus looked at Harry, and Pomona looked at him.

He looked so ordinary, with no halo on his head, and even a little pitiful, his fat cousin was playing with toy trains in the living room, and Harry was pulling the turkey that was too big for him from the oven. Serve it out.

"He was very angry." Dumbledore said after a long while, "and he didn't trust anyone. At that time, he hadn't learned the disguise that he did later, but wanted to scare me away with the power he possessed."

"The people where he's staying, are they treating him badly?" Pomona asked.

"It's not a loving place," said Dumbledore.

Pomona looked at Harry again.

He had taken out the turkey and was looking at the Dursleys angrily. Petunia, who was talking to Dali, or unilaterally saying how cute he is, but Dali completely ignored her, noticed Harry's eyes at this time, her expression suddenly became serious, and the corners of her mouth curled down, She went to the kitchen, grabbed Harry by the ear, and locked him in a cubicle.

Now, like Minerva, she was beginning to worry about whether Harry's continued presence in the family would be good or bad for his development.

"Should we be like Santa Claus and put his presents in the stocking?" Pomona asked.

"Then we should come at night, it's daytime." Dumbledore said, looking at the sky.

"They'll let him out at mealtime, right?" Pomona asked dryly.

"You're going to wait until then?" Dumbledore asked.

"Possibly," Pomona said.

"You're as stubborn as Minerva, who stood outside the Dursleys' walls all day."

"When you wrote to them, did you ask them to be nice to Harry, or to look good to them?" asked Pomona.

"I 'asked' them to send Harry to honor his parents, not a Howler letter," said Dumbledore.

"Let's go," panted Pomona, "before I burn this place down."

"As you wish," said Dumbledore, bending his arms like a gentleman for Pomona's.

Then they went to the astronomy tower at Hogwarts.

"Do you want to see what Voldemort was like when he was a child?" Dumbledore asked, "Come with me."

Pomona followed him to the principal's office, and he summoned the Pensieve again.

"He doesn't like that place, but he doesn't want to go." Dumbledore said while looking for the memory of the cabinet, "It's a refuge for him."

After a while, he found that memory and poured it into the Pensieve.

"Come on." Dumbledore waved towards Pomona.

But she didn't want to come any closer.

Dumbledore turned his gaze to her.

"Why are you scared?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't want to know where he is, don't tell me," Pomona said.

Dumbledore said nothing.

She is a sympathetic person, but she does not want to pretend to be sympathetic as Nietzsche said. When we want to show ourselves beyond hostility, we feign sympathy, often in vain. We don't notice it until the hostility grows violently.

If there was no Mystery Man, or he hadn't heeded the prophecy, and the Potters were still alive, would their marriage have stood the test of time?

Or did they become that kind of couple, where there is no emotion between husband and wife, the child is their center, and everything revolves around Harry.

It wasn't pleasant to know, and she'd rather not know.

"Harry still longs to be loved. As you said just now, our character is more determined by the lack of certain experiences than by what we have experienced. Compared with what we have, what we have not is more attractive Voldemort doesn't desire love, always has." Dumbledore said, put his wand into the Pensieve, scooped up the memory from the basin like scooping noodles, and put it in a test tube. "Harry desires To be treated with tenderness, which is what I want you to do."

Pomona sobered up a bit.

"Making this place home will bring him more warmth and happiness than his real home," said Dumbledore.

"I've always done that," Pomona said.

"Did Sirius tell you why he ran away from home?" said Dumbledore.

"You think I'm too much?" Pomona asked.

"I didn't say that," Dumbledore said with a smile.

But you mean it!

she thought angrily.

"Are you going to tell me this at Christmas?" Pomona asked.

"I gave you a book last Christmas, but I think the content in the book is not as vivid as being there."

Pomona was pissed off, but what could she do with him?

Then they didn't go anywhere else, so the so-called trip ended. They didn't even eat out, but went back to school for dinner.

After dinner, they went to listen to the new song written by Fei Liwei as usual. Although she didn't like heavy metal rock, she didn't like chamber music either.

After listening to the music, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening, and Pomona returned to his office after the show.

As soon as she came to the corridor, she saw Severus standing outside her office door. He was still dressed in black, and he didn't change his formal clothes even when he went to the Malfoy's house for a party.

He might have sensed that someone was coming, looking at where she was.

"Why are you back so early?" asked Pomona.

"I'm not Xindu Leila, I have to stay until 12 o'clock and come back." He said sarcastically, and pushed open the door of her office.

She put a ban on this door, but he waited for her to come back before pushing the door open.

When she came to the door, the light was already on, and he found a place on the sofa to sit down, holding a book from nowhere in his hand.

"Is the fat monk still here today?" he asked, looking at the book.

"Ghosts also have a program today." Pomona said, and went to the bookshelf to find a book to read.

Wilde once wrote such a fairy tale, there was a Spanish princess, on her birthday, many people congratulated her, but her parents were absent, because her mother died, and the king's father ordered her to be mummified , so that he could see her often.

Many people were trying to make the princess happy, but she couldn't, until she saw a dwarf dancing.

The dwarf was ugly and ugly. He was running in the forest the day before, and then he was spotted by the hunting nobles, who brought him back to the palace as a surprise for the princess.

The princess laughed, and the other guests laughed, and the dwarf laughed as freely as they did, as if he were really one of them, and not created by God in a funny way to be teased by others. Unlucky little monster.

The little princess remembered that the noble lady in the palace would throw flowers to the Italian soprano, so she threw the white rose on her head to the dwarf. The dwarf was flattered, thinking that he had won the princess' love.

He was so happy that he ran into the garden, and kissed the white rose, which could not stand the ugly creature who had so boldly come into their place.

Tulip said, "He's too ugly to let him in where we are."

Lily said, "He should drink the water of life and death, and then sleep for thousands of years."

"If he walks by me, I will prick him with my thorns," said the cactus.

But the most annoyed one was the white rose, which shouted "Catch the thief, catch the thief!", because the rose in the dwarf's hand was the most beautiful rose on the tree, which was given to the princess this morning, and now it fell into the hands of the dwarf, The thief must have stolen it.

It seems that in Bai Meigui's eyes, as long as a person is ugly or poor, he should not have anything to do with good things, and even his character is doubted.

But Violet had a different opinion. It felt that the dwarf was deliberately putting on such ugliness. If he could show a sad face or a pensive look, people might think highly of him.

The birds did not dislike the Dwarf, for they had seen him in the forest, and in the dreadful winters the Dwarf would divide some of the black bread he had, and grind it into crumbs for them.

Pomona looked up at the sad-faced Snape.

The flowers stayed in the garden all the time, but the birds had been to many places, but the flowers ignored what the birds said, and they firmly believed that the dwarf was an uneducated person.

"What are you thinking?" He looked at the book and asked without raising his head.

"How was the party at Malfoy Manor?" Pomona asked.

"You want to go?" he asked.

"Just asking," Pomona said, looking again at the book in his hand.

The dwarf is very happy, he is immersed in his own world, he even fantasizes about taking the princess to the forest, he will give her his little bed, and he will watch out the window until dawn, when he will tap on the window panel She wakes up, and they go outside for a day of dancing.

Soon the dwarf entered a resplendent hall, and there was a mirror in it. The dwarf, who had never looked in the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror and cried out in despair.

He realized that the little princess he thought was in love with him was just laughing at his ugliness.

Why take him out of the forest? There is no mirror in the woods to tell him how ugly you are.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and sprinkled flower petals in the air until he died of a broken heart.

Seeing that he was motionless, the princess stopped dancing for herself. She pursed her rose-like lips and said proudly, "I will make those who play with me careless in the future."

After she finished speaking, she ran into the garden.

Pomona thought the story too tragic to be a Christmas read, so she went to the sofa and rested her head on Snape's shoulder.

He didn't move, save for the occasional flip of a book.

Pomona dug out a gift from Diagon Alley that wasn't even wrapped.

"Merry Christmas, Severus," Pomona said, handing him the bookmark.

He took it and placed it directly between the pages.

"Aren't you going to say thank you?" Pomona threatened.

"Thank you." He said slickly, sounding insincere.

But Pomona didn't continue talking to him, and leaned on his shoulder, closing his eyes.