Harry Potter Morning Light

Severus brought Pomona and Felix to the luxury apartment in South Kensington. The sculpture at the door turned into a big snake with its mouth open and spitting out a letter, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Felix didn't respond to it, and after a glance, he and Severus entered the apartment. Pomona stared at it for a long time, and finally walked into the "home" after a month's absence.

Everything in the apartment was the same as it was before she left, the old house-elf Kritch stood at the door, bowing to Severus, but when he saw Felix, his bullfrog-like face still showed an ugly look. The expression, except that it wasn't as nasty as it was to Hermione.

"Take him to the kitchen and give him something to eat," Severus told Klitsch.

"Yes, master." Kerry said humbly, beckoning to Felix, and the boy who was looking around the mansion followed him away, leaving only Pomona and Severus in the living room Two people.

"What did you find him for?" Pomona asked after the figures of the two disappeared at the kitchen door.

"I gave him a choice." Severus walked to the bar and took out the glass. "This is his choice."

"What choice?"

"You can stay at home, pretend you're normal, or use the power you have." Severus popped open a bottle of gin and poured a full glass.

"Which sinkhole are you taking him to?"

"Fighting monsters requires the power of monsters."

"How old is he?"

"At 13, maybe he'll be the second Credence."

"And you will become the second Grindelwald, how can you use him?"

"I said, this is his own choice. He wants to use his own power to change his own destiny. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. It is false that knowledge can change destiny. Only power can change destiny!"

Pomona was speechless.

"You're not right." She said angrily, "Knowledge that can only stay on paper and cannot be transformed into power cannot change fate."

"You want to argue with me now?"

"I didn't think so! Damn it, Severus, you're pretty darn bad!"

She raised her fist and beat him like raindrops. The old bat endured for a while, and finally grabbed her wrist through gritted teeth, and kissed her.

A woman's concept of right and wrong is weak, especially in front of love, even if that person is a bad guy in the eyes of others, she will still blindly defend it.

So when women choose a spouse, they don't necessarily choose those with high morals. They like to judge the details of life based on their feelings.

Men always don't understand what a woman feels like, and a woman's intuition is so accurate.

It is a strange gift, inexplicable, and, because it is not always accurate, a terrible curse.

After ending this violent and powerless kiss, they embraced and enjoyed a quiet time.

Pomona listened to his heartbeat, felt the passage of time.

"I love you, Severus," she said softly. "Please try not to be a bad person."

"We'll take Klitsch with us." Severus stroked her hair and said, "The magic of the house-elf may be able to get us away at a critical moment."

"Like in Malfoy Manor?"

"Yes."

Pomona thought of Dobby, and the dagger that Bellatrix had thrown, which might come in handy too.

"I hope that I can be as good at fighting as Bella..."

"That's fine with you." He wrapped her in his cloak and sighed long, "One bitch like Bella is enough."

Pomona thought of Bella's wild laughter and burst into tears.

"We're bad people," she said, crying.

Not only cowardly, but also has little strength to fight against the big villain.

"Look at me." Severus wiped away the tears from her face, lifted her chin, and let her look at himself "We're not as bad as you think, we just borrowed someone else's strength, in Huo Gervuz asks for help and always gets it."

"But we're not at Hogwarts now."

"Then you can understand it this way. We made a deal with Klitsch. He helped us, so we helped him rescue Regulus."

"I traded him a Slytherin locket."

"That locket was originally ours," said the head of Slytherin firmly. "Believe me, he would rather be a loyal house-elf than a free house-elf."

Pomona put her arms around his waist and buried her head in his arms.

Everything she has experienced now is beyond her ability to bear.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked. "Every day you don't dance is a disappointment to your life."

"We have guests," she said softly.

"He's eating, I don't think he'll be out for a while." He took out the wizard gramophone that Malfoy had given them. "Or that song?"

"I want to change a record, how about we go to the record store outside the Leaky Cauldron to pick one up?" She looked up at him, his eyes were unfathomable.

"Where did you go today?"

"Go to Diagon Alley first, and then to Hogsmeade. I asked Neville to prepare some things for me."

"anything else?"

"I went to Malfoy Manor, met Sissy, and she said werewolves wanted to attack the live stadium in the Premier League, and I asked Hannah and Neville to spread rumors that You-Know-Who would be back."

"You make people panic like this."

"I know, but neither werewolves nor goblins are afraid of the Anti-Dark Arts League. Bad dogs need to be taught a lesson, or they will run amok without fear, and even if they are poor people, they will become more and more hateful."

Severus laughed, and his hands wandered crookedly over her like a snake crawling over her.

"How about we not go out this afternoon?"

"We have guests..."

Her words were interrupted by a lingering kiss.

A hand unbuttons her coat...

"I heard you're back! Oh!"

Pomona immediately pushed away the old bat, and fastened the untied button with her back to the person.

"Don't you know how to knock, Lucius!" Severus hissed, suppressing his anger.

"This is my property. To enter my own home, why do I have to knock on the door?" The platinum nobleman said in a long tone, pretentiously.

"That's why Draco walked into my office without knocking, right? Because you're the school trustee."

"The gold coins I donated are enough to buy several castles the size of Hogwarts."

"Give me the camera," Pomona said. "I'll go out this afternoon and develop the pictures inside."

"This time we went on a trip and saw a villa in Padua..."

"I bought it!" Before Severus could finish speaking, old Malfoy said directly, "It just so happens that I can let Draco take care of that property."

Pomona looked back at Lucius, the platinum nobleman looked as if nothing had happened.

"They can hide outside for a few years, and come back when the domestic situation is normal." Lucius said reluctantly, "The Dark Mark will be affected by the distance. To the end of the world."

"How will Draco and Astonia's wedding go?" asked Pomona.

"Sissy is dealing with this matter, as long as the Aurors don't bother me, I'm content."

"After you made a fuss about Fleur and Bill's wedding?"

"I didn't participate!"

Pomona snorted coldly, and was about to fight back when Severus squeezed her hand.

"Go and see our little guest, he is resting with us tonight."

"He's not coming home?"

"I said, it's his choice." Severus said softly in a low voice, "He's not going back to sleep in that ghetto bed."