Chapter 3042 hue and cry (seven)

As the bell struck and it was time for school to end again, Pomona could almost see the smiles on the children's faces.

However, in the 14th century, the sound of the bell often meant the death knell, and even the death knell was not tolled later, because there were no one to ring the bell. Most people have lost their sense of fear of death and corpses, as many of them are lying outside on the street, waiting for the collectors to pick them up the next day.

Not everyone can enjoy the funeral. There are no priests presiding over the mass, and there are no more tearful guests attending the funeral. It is more common for five or six people to be buried together. Some of them don’t even have a coffin, and then cover it with mud Living.

This scene has been staged countless times, and people are not so much numb as they are in a trance, as if the end of the world is coming.

At this time, people who want to live, or people who want to end this short and hasty life without leaving regrets and indulge in pleasure, seem more normal.

Plague brings a sense of urgency, especially in the city. But time is eternal and infinite, and the difference between eternity and time lies in change, that is, without change, there is no time, just like the shadow cast by a flying bird on the ground.

Of course, it is impossible for a bird to fly without flapping its wings, and it is impossible for an arrow to stand still.

Eternity is unchanged, just like we have always loved someone and will not change our hearts to fall in love with others.

Memories will not disappear because of death, and even become more profound and beautified by death.

Due to technical limitations, people at that time could only use paints and brushes to draw the portraits in memory, without photographs, video recorders and other equipment.

The first time Queen Victoria "met" Prince Albert was through a portrait, she naively discussed with Prime Minister Melbourne what Albert looked like and why he only saw herself and other women.

The Prime Minister told her that men are easy to change their minds and cheat, especially handsome men, and the Queen ordered him to take back those words in a rage.

How can two people who have never met before fall in love with each other? Would Prince Albert care so much about her undivided attention if Alexandrina were not a queen but an ordinary girl?

Albus once said to Pomona that there are many talented witches in this world, but they often waste their talents by indulging in other things.

When Pomona saw Elena lying on the hospital bed, she pouted like a little girl, showing no sign of "genius".

The sorting hat said that she wanted to be an ordinary child, instead of going to college early and living an extraordinary life.

"What's wrong with you?" Pomona said with a smile.

"Dean, am I stupid, that's why I was assigned to Hufflepuff." Elena said pitifully, tears rolled in her eyes, as if they were about to fall in the next second.

"Why do you think that?" Pomona asked in surprise.

"I can't even ride a broom," Elena said.

"So you think you're an idiot?" Pomona asked resignedly.

Elena didn't say it, but her expression and her whole body conveyed a meaning.

Pomona glanced at the hospital bed next door. Madam Pomfrey was giving medicine to the student with heatstroke. She wasn't sure if the other party would hear what she said. Maybe he was too busy suffering to notice them at all.

"I think we have something in common with Ravenclaw." Pomona said boldly. "Does anyone dislike you and laugh at you because you don't ride a broom?"

Elena thought for a while, then shook her head.

"In Ravenclaw you have someone to keep you company no matter what weird idea you have, and you know there's a club where people work out what spells make those little boats move on their own," Pomona said.

Elena nodded.

"I'm telling you this secret, you must not tell anyone else," Pomona said.

"What secret?"

"There are mermaids in the Black Lake. We provide them with food and shelter, and they give us trespass."

"What is the right to pass through?" Elena asked.

Pomona sat down beside Elena's bed.

"Have you ever seen a centaur?"

Elena nodded, "They have a bad temper."

"The centaurs have a strong sense of territory, and we are not allowed to enter their territory without authorization, so the principal warned you not to enter." Pomona said.

"Isn't it because there is danger in the Forbidden Forest?" Elena asked.

"The centaur would shoot the intruders like a sieve with arrows," Pomona said.

Elena pouted her lips again, as if she thought Pomona was lying to a child.

"Don't believe it... In short, if you want to enter the territory of the centaur, you may be attacked by them, and the right of crossing is to enter their territory, you can pass through peacefully without being attacked, and the mermaid will send you there."

"So it's a sign of friendship, the mermaid and we are friends?" Elena asked.

"No!" said Pomona emphatically.

Elena was confused.

"I prefer to believe that they feel that human rowing is too slow, and hope that the boats will leave quickly before pushing them away." Pomona dryly explained this naive "misunderstanding".

"Mermaids hate humans?" Elena asked.

"They are puzzling creatures. What I want to say is that Hufflepuff doesn't like disputes." Pomona frowned and thought about it. "Let me think about it, what advantages do we have?"

"Is magnanimity count?" Elena said. "They don't mind me saying something like that at the sorting ceremony."

"I don't think it has anything to do with magnanimity, you know, people who are not wanted by other houses are assigned to Hufflepuff." Pomona said with a smile.

"I don't think so," Elena said seriously. "I don't want to be in Slytherin anyway."

"Did they bully you?" Pomona asked the Muggle-born witch.

"They don't think I can represent the school in the Potions Competition."

"Did they call you 'Mudblood'?" Pomona asked.

"Of course." Elena said.

"You know what that means?" Pomona asked.

"I know, but so what?" Elena said unhappily, "That doesn't affect my eligibility to participate in the potion competition."

"But this time it's Durmstrang," reminded Pomona.

"You told me." Elena sighed. "It's started again."

"What started again?" Pomona asked.

"I used to be alone in school," Elena said, looking at Pomona. "Especially in high school."

Pomona imagined a "schoolboy" in the "jungle."

"You're carrying the pink satchel?" Pomona asked.

"No, who would carry a schoolbag of that color." Elena said with disgust.

"Did someone lock you in the locker?" Pomona asked.

"No...but I saw someone put Derek in a closet," Elena said with a smile.

"What!" Pomona asked in shock.

Elena quickly covered her mouth.

Derek is also a freshman at Hufflepuff...

"Why did they put Derek in the locker?" Pomona asked.

"He found the 'treasure' in the cabinet," Elena said.

"They didn't take it?" asked Pomona.

"Just an old quill, and I'll let Derek out when they're gone," Elena said.

Some people just can't see others being happy and satisfied because of a little thing.

Pomona shook his head.

"They see me as a competitor," Elena said, looking at Pomona. "Think I'm going to take their spot."

"You don't mind being friends with a jerk?" Pomona asked.

"They helped me when I couldn't see," Elena whispered. "I don't think they saw this as an opportunity to squeeze me out."

"It's easy, honey." Pomona stroked Elena's head, and through the brown hair, she could feel a bump on the back of her head.

"I'm very happy to go to school here, every day." Irina's tears rolled in her eyes again, "It's like a dream."

Pomona hugged the poor little girl and patted her thin back.

"I know Joey wants to compete, too," Helena murmured in Pomona's arms. "She said she'd play me fairly."

"Do you hate competition?" Pomona asked.

"No, what I hate is..." Helena said angrily

"A wise man said so." Pomona interrupted her "Life is more important than logic, inspiration is more important than learning, change is more important than argument, it is very difficult to make a person change, harder than to win. "

Pomona wondered if Elena would understand. Although she was very smart, she was only 11 or 2 years old.

A competitive Quidditch player like James wasn't happy with his victory over Snape.

He loves Lily and is willing to try and "socialize" for her with people he doesn't like, and he used to act according to his likes and dislikes.

But James has changed, has Lily changed?

"Smiling is fine. If you are really angry, keep your face blank." Pomona said in Elena's ear, "Adapting to the environment is our strength."

Then she let go of Elena.

"My mom calls me 'Eileen,'" Elena said, looking at Pomona.

"I think your friends can call you that," Pomona said. "Remember to listen to Madam Pomfrey, you are now a patient."

She stood up after speaking.

When she came to the door, she saw Tonks and a group of people coming to the door of the medical wing.

Pomona estimated the time, and they probably hadn't had dinner yet.

"Dean." Tonks greeted perfunctorily, and then rushed to the medical wing.

Soon the quiet hospital wing was filled with chattering and Madam Pomfrey's growling.

It seems that she needn't worry, Elena has adapted well to the new campus life.

Pomona looked back at Myrtle's bathroom. The corridor was dark and cold. Even the summer sun couldn't warm it up. It looked like a place where the dead haunted.

However, the living people live in the medical wing. They are sick, but they are still alive. When they get better, their lives will continue.

One step away is the distance between life and death.

She sighed silently, then turned her head and continued on.