Harry Potter Morning Light

Since the founding of Hogwarts, there have been many headmasters, and their portraits are almost all over the wall of the headmaster's office, but not all of them are very successful.

By Albus's standards, most of the headmasters are dawdling, but the portraits of two headmasters are placed in the most important positions.

One is Dairis Deventer, who was a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital before becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts. Because of her outstanding contributions in the medical field, her portrait is also in St. Mungo's.

The other is Everard, whose portrait is hung in the Wizengamot Chamber of the Ministry of Magic due to his outstanding performance in the goblin rebellion in the 17th century.

He is a gray-haired, bespectacled wizard who appears stooped in the portrait, probably because he was old at the time.

But in Charles Rookwood's memory, his hair was still black, and he didn't wear glasses. Although he looked fifty or sixty years old, he looked very energetic and energetic against the backdrop of two elderly professors.

Merlin's beard, how could such a thing happen? Everard said in surprise.

It was my fault, Percival said shamefully. I told her to make good use of her talent.

If you say that, I am also wrong. Charles Rookwood said, I taught her how to use her power.

I don't think we've gathered here to incriminate the army, said Everard quickly. The goblin miners gathered at Hogsmeade and demanded goblin representatives from the Wizengamot. I asked the Ministry of Magic just now, and they refused. Fairy's request.

Why? Percival asked.

Greed and arrogance. Everard said coldly, They hope that the goblins can produce more magic silver, instead of asking for too much power.

Charles and Percival looked at each other, and then Percival said.

Excuse me, Headmaster, shall we also hand over the sword of Gryffindor?

Goblins are as greedy as humans. If we give them the sword, they will ask us for more. Everard said seriously, Hogsmeade, even this school.

So... we have no other choice. Charles said worriedly.

Activate the defense system and inform the students that the start of school will be delayed this year. Everard said. Get all the teachers ready and ready to fight at any time, not only for Hogwarts, but because we are all wizards a member of society.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the principal's room.

Principal, there is a passerby who has important information. The person outside the door said.

Come in, said Everard.

Then the door opened, and in came a tall, thin, ascetic-like wizard.

He looked around the principal's office, then stopped his gaze on Everard.

Are you the principal? a passer-by asked in a high-pitched voice.

I am, what's your name? Everard asked.

Everyone calls me Lagos.

So Lagos, what information do you have for us? asked Everard.

You have many neighbors with weird tempers. Why do you allow the centaurs to live in the forest? Lagos asked.

It's not allowed, said Charles. They got there before us.

Lagos shook his head, The centaurs don't like goblins who mine everywhere, and they also don't like humans who have no sense of boundaries. I heard that the goblins plan to win over the centaurs to fight against you.

How to fight? Percival asked.

Arrows made of goblin demon silver, 'armor bodyguard' will not be able to defend against the arrows of the centaur, or even worse, it can shoot without aiming, and a pony can also be a good archer.

Where did you hear that? Everard asked.

Just yesterday, at their headquarters, Lagos said.

Why did the goblins let you in? asked Everard.

You have so many questions, principal, I've told you what I know, believe it or not.

After speaking, Lagos left the principal's office, and the memory in the Pensieve disappeared.

Pomona looked at Sen Batar.

Is that true? Severus asked Sen Batar. Did goblins actually make those arrowheads?

I'm afraid so, said Sen Batar.

But there are only fifty centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. What can they do? asked Pomona.

They hold secrets that we don't know, just like the mermaids in the black lake, they also have their own alchemy. Sen Batar said, It's just been passed down to the present, and their magic has also regressed, and they need to raise Naropa Insects as weapons.

Pomona remembered the mermaid's trident in the Black Lake, they were more like cold weapons or harpoons.

So what do you want us to do? Severus asked.

Help those kids, Sen Batar said. If they do something wrong, stop them in time.

Sorry, I didn't understand, Pomona said.

Turn your head, said Sen Batar.

Pomona complied, and some images appeared in the Pensieve.

It was a bare hill with a few trees growing on it, but a few pillar-like things quickly grew on the hill.

In the distance stood Isidora and Charles Rookwood. Isidora waved her wand, and the pillars grew taller and taller.

Rookwood watched from the sidelines, not intending to stop it, even as if he was watching a spectacle.

Nice job, Isidora. Charles said with a smile. Your talent is really amazing.

She built this tower, said Pomona, looking at the view in the Pensieve, the hill that was exactly the same as the foundation of Sen Batar's tower.

Such a great power cannot be placed in the wrong hands, but we all agree that Isidora is the right person. Sembatar said sadly, She was supposed to be our successor.

Were the centaurs involved in that rebellion? Severus asked.

Isn't it written in history? Sen Batar said slyly.

I want to know the 'truth', Severus said.

Whether in good faith or not, regardless of the ability to do so, no one can be sure of the irreparable consequences of interfering in affairs without authorization, Charles told the centaurs, and the centaurs think so, unless they feel that 'fate' has arranged for them to do so. Do it, said Sen Batar.

What fate? Severus said.

The sword of Damocles, said Pomona.

The two looked at her together.

The Centaurs almost killed a Minister of Magic because of a joke. Pomona looked at Sen Batar and said, He was in the bar.

Arrows keep these victorious people sane, Severus said.

But it will also bring disaster to the centaurs, said Pomona coldly. They will be the same as the Peruvian Vipertooth.

What difference does it make, they're in the 'Reserve' anyway, Severus said.

Pomona shook his head.

She now knows why the centaur beat him so hard when he was teaching lessons, and after having this friendship, he has no contact with him.

You know what you're dealing with now, said Sen Batar. Good luck.

Let's go, Pomona said, pulling out her broomstick, which took off without a hitch.

The protective magic is gone, how to guard against intruders? Severus asked.

There's not much to take from this place, said Sen Batar, laughing. Except for a few sheets of paper, and a few broken brooms.

And your picture, Pomona said with a smile. How about a different place?

I prefer to stay here, to be able to quietly watch the stars. Sumbatar said.

Let's talk next time, Pomona said, then flew over the egg with a broom and took the key away.

Goodbye, said Sumbatar.

Then Pomona flew out of the tower through the window.

Not long after, a puff of black smoke also came out of it, and they flew towards the school together.

Some people may wonder why Hogwarts and Gringotts are known as the safest places in the world, but there are so many dangers?

There is an old oriental proverb that goes like this: born in sorrow, die in peace.

It's a pity that even if there is a sharp sword hanging by only a single horsehair, some sensible courtiers will pick it off and let the king enjoy it to his heart's content. Indulging in the wine and beauties prepared by the courtiers?