Harry Potter Morning Light

After eating and drinking, walking along the Seine is a good experience.

When the cruise ship passed them, Pomona realized that they could actually have a nice romantic dinner on board without being so embarrassed.

Looking at the girls in evening gowns, dressed up and dating their boyfriends, Pomona realizes that she is not a guerrilla, and that it is still an era of peace, although in the near future, this peace will be be challenged.

However, Albus once said to find joy even in the darkest hours.

At least this summer she can still enjoy the joy of being an ordinary girl, she doesn't need to turn herself into an "Iron Lady" like the Eiffel Tower right now.

The faster a woman forgets her charms, the faster she will hate the world.

The catacombs were on the left bank of the Seine, but Severus took her for a walk on the right bank, and he had no intention of crossing the bridge, as if he was in no hurry to contact the country of the dead so early.

"Today is the summer solstice." Pomona said suddenly, "You just happened to change into summer clothes on this day."

"There's a pride parade in the Marais this Sunday, do you want to go?" Severus asked.

"Pride Day?"

"Pride Day is part of the gay rights movement, and people should be proud of their sexuality, gay or straight." Severus said calmly. "You think Albus is proud of his..."

"Stop!" Pomona yelled "I don't want to talk about this."

"Which part do you find difficult to accept, is Albus Dumbledore gay, or is his lover Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Oh~" she wailed, covering her face.

After reading their letters, she could no longer look at the coffee table.

"I thought you were a supporter of Dumbledore." Severus teased. "You can walk from the Marais to the Place de la Bastille with a rainbow flag."

"If I do, will you do it?" Pomona glared at him.

"Haha, you're so funny." Severus laughed. "I'd rather wear a wizard hat."

"Aren't you worried that I might have an accident during the parade?"

"So you're going to attend?" Severus asked.

"No." Pomona shook her head, "The exam should be over on Sunday."

"Are you going back to Hogwarts to see Minerva?"

"Don't keep asking me, what's your next plan?" Pomona said angrily.

"I'm a family person, and I can't do such a great thing as saving the world." Severus looked at the Eiffel Tower not far away and said, "If Paris is not romantic, there will be no romantic place in the world, maybe Ah Not thinking is why Getler intends to destroy Paris."

Pomona's eyes widened.

"If he can't get happiness himself, neither can others. You're right when you say he's an old lunatic."

"Just because Albus rejected him?" Pomona covered her head in disbelief.

"It's more complicated than you think, I'm afraid." Severus whispered in an unattractive way as the wind from the Seine blew through his greasy hair, "Albus is in pain, not just because of the curse. "

"He told you about his privacy?" Pomona asked.

"He told me I disgusted him," he continued flatly, "but he seemed to think that if I knew his secret, I would think he was disgusting."

"Would you?" Pomona tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, forcing him to look at her. "Do you think he's disgusting?"

Severus didn't answer right away.

"I just don't know his kind of guy." Severus said after a moment. "He left you those letters of his. Do you find him disgusting?"

"He's hiding it too deeply," she said angrily.

"Maybe he didn't think he could be proud of his love, so he didn't dare say it out loud." Severus wrenched the sleeve out of her hand, and wrapped his arm around her back, wrapping his arms around her. Her shoulder "Do you know where this is?"

Pomona followed his line of sight and looked over, it was a very magnificent building.

"Paris Grand Palais." Pomona said, "Another landmark of Paris outside the Eiffel Tower."

"The Parisians are proud of it, and it's a waste to put so many lights on it at night, but you know that Albus is not accepted by the nobility because sometimes he's too sober." Severus Turning her eyes back to her, "He seems to always make the right choice, but in fact, the sober ones are the most absurd. If the white wizard hadn't stopped Gellert back then, maybe there would have been no chance of the Dark Lord's rise, and Harry Potter would not have become an orphan , he himself can have a normal life."

"Arianna is dead," she said dryly.

"It was an accident, nobody expected it to happen."

"Stop talking." She covered her ears, childish enough to think that he would stop talking.

"You don't have to be a saint with me." Severus reached out and put her black hair behind her ear "It's okay to waste it once in a while, you don't need to feel guilty, I want to treat you well, I don't want others to say I'm a man who is mean to my wife."

She was speechless.

"You know what ordinary girls do first when they arrive in Paris?"

"Shopping," said Pomona. "We've been there this morning."

"No, it's a hotel where you can see the Eiffel Tower, put your luggage down." Severus said with a smile, "Do you know which hotel is the most popular with women in Paris?"

The names of many five-star hotels appeared in her mind.

"It's the Hotel Plaza Athénée." Severus sighed, "It has the most beautiful terrace restaurant in Paris."

"We've had dinner."

"But there's breakfast tomorrow, lunch and dinner."

She thought about it.

"We'll be staying there tonight and we won't be going back to the manor," he said for her.

"How do you know about this place?"

"You see, it's not completely useless to socialize with nobles." Severus put his arms around her shoulders again, almost forcefully leading her to continue walking, "We will continue to play after we check in, who will Miss the nightlife in Paris?"

Pomona arrived at the luxurious hotel in Athena Square almost like flying through the clouds.

The last hotel that the former British princess stayed at was the Ritz Hotel. It is luxurious and high-profile. It has a mirror gallery similar to the Palace of Versailles. It is like a gem that has been cut. Even people with little eyesight can see its luxury at a glance.

The Athena Hotel is hidden among the famous products on a street. It has planted many flowers that bloom in all seasons. They are real flowers planted in the soil, not plastic fake flowers, or bouquets provided by flower shops. It is very feminine. The fresh feeling of beloved Paris art.

It is a short distance from the Champs Elysees Opera House, and you can faintly hear the coloratura soprano coming from it.

The whole hotel is in the luxurious style of 18th century France, except for the cocktail bar which is full of modern atmosphere.

Paris Fashion Week is actually held in February, March and September and October, but there will still be fashion shows every month, so the cocktail bar is full of handsome men and women.

When Severus asked the front desk, the French woman smiled in English with a French accent and said that there were no suites on the side facing the Eiffel Tower, but there was a small suite on the side facing Avenue Montaigne.

The presidential suite was taken over by a film company, and a film is currently being filmed.

Pomona is looking at the scenery in the atrium. Red parasols are propped up one after another in the atrium restaurant, surrounded by green plants. The lamps that provide the light source are like soap bubbles, emitting soft light. faint.

This style is different from the luxury of the Baroque, the wantonness of the field, and the cumbersomeness of the Rococo.

Even though France has declined, it is still a cultural exporting country. The style in the courtyard should be regarded as "little fresh", just like French literary romance films, showing the charm of women in a graceful and eye-catching way.

After checking into the hotel suite, where Pomona changed into a gown, the two of them headed downstairs to the cocktail bar.

The iron tower is still ugly even with lights, but the lights on top of it are so bright that it looks like a cool glow from fluorescent lights.

Severus ordered a cocktail called "The Godfather", and Pomona followed the bartender's suggestion and ordered a Cosmopolitan.

This red wine not only has a suitable name, but also has a sweet and sour taste, which is very delicious.

She couldn't resist drinking one cup after another until she was a little tipsy.

She didn't know whether it was the glamorous night or the alcohol that really got her drunk. Anyway, before dawn, she can imagine whatever there is in the dream.

The content of this dream is for adults, not as simple as a child's dream, it is enough to have endless candies and delicacies, as well as fun toys.

After all, no matter what we do to stop it, time will pass, age will leave marks on the body, and it will not be like Peter Pan who will never grow up.

Sometimes, she would see Rita Kist's deformed face, and Pomona looked at her with a sneer.

Saint or villain? What the hell is this book called?