The library usually required readers to keep quiet, but there was no one there today. Even Madam Pince was away on holiday, so Pomona and Albus were the only two people in the entire library.
"You rarely come to the library, Albus." Pomona smiled. "I thought you preferred staying in the headmaster's office."
"I have always secretly imagined that paradise ought to look like a library." Albus looked around the library. "A poet from Argentina wrote that. Do you think he was right?"
"In most cases, I think he was. The Fat Friar gave me a French lesson today, and he mentioned Saint Augustine."
Pomona then told Albus about the conversation she had just had in her mind.
"We cannot deny that libraries also contain knowledge that teaches people to do evil." After hearing her out, Albus looked toward the Restricted Section. "The Dark Lord often lingered there."
"He was only one embodiment of evil." Pomona lowered her head, not daring to look that way. "We cannot think that once he has been destroyed, sin will be cleansed from this world."
"Keep thinking that way, Professor. It will benefit us in facing the war to come," Albus said.
She did not much like the way he put it.
"There is more than one prophet in our school," Albus said. "The Centaurs say that humanity is currently in a brief period of peace between two wars, so we cannot let down our guard."
Pomona understood.
"So that is why you sent Harry into the Muggle world?"
"Have you heard Muggle fairy tales, Professor?" Albus asked.
"There are many Muggle fairy tales. Which one do you mean?" Pomona asked.
"The Ugly Duckling," Albus said.
"Of course I have heard it," Pomona said.
"Do you not think Harry resembles a swan born among