"Catch it!"
As Pomona and Severus passed the House point hourglasses carrying potted Mandrakes, several students were chasing a little wooden puppet.
"Hahaha!" Paul laughed, as brazen as Peeves.
She could not help rolling her eyes, then glanced at the point hourglasses. Gryffindor and Slytherin were "neck and neck," leaving Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff far behind.
"You're at the bottom again." The head of Slytherin looked at the hourglasses and smiled smugly.
She was not angry. Instead, she felt that saying had come true.
"If someone is to become a hero, then the snake must first become a Dragon," she said softly.
The smile vanished from Severus's face at once.
"I didn't say you would definitely lose," Pomona hurriedly said. "If there were no bloodthirsty Lions in the world, Hercules would still be sleeping soundly in bed."
But her explanation clearly did no good. He turned and left, striding away with his cloak spreading behind him like bat wings.
She sighed silently. Why had she brought that up for no reason?
"What an idiot," she muttered, then jogged after him.
No one had ever asked Harry Potter whether he was willing to become the so-called "Savior."
When he was struck by Avada Kedavra for the second time in the Forbidden Forest, many people witnessed it. The green light had not rebounded as it had the first time; instead, it hit Voldemort squarely. He looked dead, just like an ordinary person.
And he really was an ordinary person. Albus had once told Pomona the story of The Ugly Duckling, and he had told Severus the same story. At the time, Severus had also been disappointed in Harry. Of course, it was not because Harry was not perfect enough, but because he was too ordinary.
Especially after Lily's "love spell" failed when Voldemort