MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2658 aclosefriend

   Chapter 2658 aclosefriend

   Pomona saw a skeleton dancing.

   At first, she thought she was dazzled, but then she realized that the dancers were the Skull Song and Dance Troupe, who was invited by Albus for Halloween.

   "Do you know how many human bones are in the catacombs in Paris?"

   Just as she was "appreciating" this strangely funny dance, Dumbledore appeared beside her.

He hadn't started to grow that waist-length beard, but he wasn't like the boy in Bathilda's History of Magic. He looked about the same age as Severus, maybe 30 or 40 years old, the most important thing. It was his clothing taste that was quite normal, and he didn't wear that brightly colored star wizard robe.

   "I don't know." Pomona answered honestly.

   Dumbledore turned to look at her, his eyes were blue too, but not the pale blue of Firenzena gems.

   "I think you must have doubts," said Dumbledore.

   "If I raise my hand, will you answer me?" Pomona asked.

   "This is not a classroom." Dumbledore said with a smile.

   "So I guess even if I raised my hand, you wouldn't answer my question," Pomona said.

   "How do you know if you don't try?" asked Dumbledore.

   She hesitated for a while.

   "What was the real reason you and Grindelwald made the blood oath?" Pomona asked, "How did you meet?"

"Don't ask any questions," said the other Dumbledore, and Pomona looked over, saying it was from Aberforth, who looked like Albus, who now had that waist-length white beard. .

   "Why can't you ask?" Pomona asked.

  Aberforth looked at his "young older brother", and Albus was looking at a mirror that showed a younger version of Grindelwald.

   "Do you know what it's like to be in a mad love?" Albus asked, looking at Grindelwald in the mirror.

   Pomona glanced at Aberforth, and felt that he should not be the gray-haired "brother" who asked, but she didn't want him to be asking herself.

   "Why am I here?" Aberforth asked "What's the situation?"

   "You know why?" Albus said, turning around and taking out his wand.

   At the same time, Grindelwald in the mirror also drew out his wand, and Aberforth immediately raised his wand.

  Pomona didn't dare to speak, as if she was afraid to startle them, when she noticed that both Albus and Grindelwald had the Elder Wand in their hands.

   "You know the 'rules'," said Albus, staring at Aberforth.

   Aberforth did not answer, as if he had no idea what his brother was saying.

   "The 'blood oath' between you and Grindelwald, you can't hurt each other." Pomona whispered.

   "So, how did this all work?" Albus asked.

   As soon as he finished speaking, three rays of light emanated from the ends of their wands, converging in mid-air.

   At this time, she focused her attention on the dancing skeleton.

   "I'm scared," Pomona said in a weeping voice.

   "Don't worry, no spells will hit you." Albus said softly, "You should know how spells 'bounce'?"

Pomona thought of Lily, her guardian curse on Harry Potter rebounded Avada's life-threatening curse, making Harry the first child to live under the life-threatening curse, but for the power of protection, Must stay with Lily's Muggle relatives by blood.

   However, Arianna is related to Albus and Aberforth by blood. This spell can protect Albus and Aberforth, so why can't Aberfoss be protected?

   An embrace hugged her, carrying the warmth of the other person. In an instant, she was no longer in the abandoned classroom with mirrors, but came to a cold cave, where the whistling wind could be heard outside.

   She felt a splitting headache, as if she had altitude sickness in XZ. In addition, there was a snowman outside the cave. The two disciples of fire magicians didn't know how to deal with him with high-level fire magic.

   "Maybe I just wanted to hold you like this." She heard a deep voice in her ear.

   She was taken aback.

   "Don't leave me," he continued, tightening his grip.

   A kind of power like soaking in hot water spread all over her body, she felt relaxed and warm, and just as she was about to indulge in it, the mirror appeared again.

   What she hugged back was not a living person, but a skeleton. She quickly pushed him away, trying to see what he looked like...

   "You should know, how do spells 'bounce'?" Albus asked.

   "I don't want to know!" Pomona yelled.

   "You're the one who overruled my 'answer'," Albus said. "It makes me look like a liar."

   "Aren't you?" Pomona asked.

  Albus didn't answer.

   She looked around for the embrace that made her feel warm, but she searched for a long time in pieces of broken glass, but found nothing, instead she saw a scene in a piece of broken glass.

  He was holding another woman, crying heart-to-heart, she had red, fire-like hair, and green, lake-like eyes, and she was staring straight at Pomona.

   Next to them was a baby with a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

   "Harry has a headache," Albus said. "After he 'destroyed' Quirrell the Two-Face, that's what I deduced that conclusion, otherwise how would you explain this phenomenon?"

  Pomona didn't listen to what Albus was saying at all, she also looked at Lily, even though Lily with her round eyes should be dead by now.

   "Your attention, Professor." Albus warned softly.

   "I think, I know." Pomona replied softly.

   "What is it?" Albus asked.

   "If he doesn't love me, I..." she pondered vicious words.

   "That's not my question," Albus said.

   "You asked me." Pomona looked at young Albus. "You know what it's like to be in a mad love?"

  Albus did not speak.

   "I would cry so much." Pomona looked at Albus and said, "If he doesn't love me."

   "Is it the same now?" Albus asked.

   She thought for a moment and shook her head.

   "Why?" Albus asked.

   "That's a stage of life." She said softly, "As you once said, one has to face reality and not live in fantasy forever."

   "But there's something I didn't tell you." Albus said, "The mirror image in the Mirror of Erised can't lie."

   "Liar!" Pomona shouted, "Those are obviously illusory."

   "This is what you really feel in your heart, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Albus said.

   "Oh? Really?" Pomona pointed to the mirror that "reflected" Grindelwald's figure. "How do you explain that?"

  Albus looked at the mirror with nostalgia and obsession in his eyes.

   "Have you heard of the Resurrection Stone?" Albus asked.

  Pomona calmed down a bit.

   "You have so many questions," she said grimly.

"When we were young, we pursued them together, and we thought that as long as we got them, we could reshape the world." Albus said bitterly, "This is the power we have with life, otherwise it is A waste of our talent."

   "You guys really..."

   "He tried to implement that plan, and I changed. One has to face reality instead of living in fantasy."

  Pomona thought of Muggle Jacobs.

   "Why did you let a Muggle join Operation Unicorn?" Pomona asked.

   "Why are you asking this question?" Albus asked.

  Pomona was silent.

   "There are three of them." Albus said, "We can't be the same. We're worried that we'll hurt each other by fighting, so we made a blood oath."

  Pomona shook his head.

   "Don't believe?" Albus asked.

   She no longer shook her head.

   "The mirror image in the Mirror of Erised doesn't lie, but how do I know if you are a mirror image?"

   "Wrong question." Albus said, "You should ask, are you in the mirror?"

   She was confused, and then the scene before her eyes flew, and the bright sunshine appeared in front of her eyes again.

   "What happened?" the person beside her said in a lazy and low tone, sounding like she hadn't woken up.

   "I...I had a dream," she said softly.

   "A good dream or a nightmare?" he asked.

   "All," she replied.

   Then the man stretched out his hand, took her into his arms, and kissed her temple.

   "Let me turn my nightmares away for you."

   "You think this is nothing but a sweet dream?" she teased.

   "Shh." He coaxed the child, "I don't want to get up so early, how about going to sleep a little longer?"

   She felt that getting up early was beneficial.

   But it felt good to have someone "fallen" with her, so she indented into his arms and closed her eyes.

  Although this is not as "fun" as sleeping in an auditorium.

   (end of this chapter)