Harry Potter Morning Light

Draco wanted a championship-level broom, but neither Narcissa nor Lucius bought one for him, and Draco didn't have a loving godfather or other elders who would fulfill his wishes, so up to now, he only had a toy broom for children.

Although Draco couldn't walk every time he passed by the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, he didn't throw a tantrum like other children, clamoring to "buy one".

Lucius really wanted to buy a broom for Draco, for the same reason that he invested money to set up a potion laboratory for Draco, but if Narcissa said no, he really wouldn't buy it, even if he had enough gold galleons in his pocket to buy the Quidditch shop.

"So, the jet was compensation for Draco?" Pomona asked.

"Who told you to use a passenger plane to compensate for the broom?" Severus said sarcastically.

"It may not be reasonable for others." Pomona sighed, "but it is normal for Malfoy."

Snape picked up a freshly harvested shrunken fig and looked at Pomona, "Can I have one?"

"Of course." She said generously, these fruits were prepared for the potion competition, and she picked a lot.

He used a silver knife to split the fig in half and gave one half to Pomona.

She took it, but he smelled like a weasel, so she took a half step back after taking the fig.

"You are almost 'smelling'." Pomona teased, "Why didn't you come out that day?"

He shamelessly leaned over and ate the shrunken fig shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Have you heard that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had made a blood oath?" he asked suddenly.

"You mean, the blood oath that they would never hurt each other?" Pomona asked.

"It seems you know." He said dryly.

"They can't hurt each other, but they don't say that their subordinates can't. Credence was trained by Grindelwald to assassinate Dumbledore." Pomona said, "This way they can get around the 'rules'."

"That's not what I want to say." Severus said.

"Then what do you want to say?" Pomona asked.

He suddenly raised his hand, wiped the wrinkled fig juice from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and then licked the juice off his fingers.

"Don't waste it." He said expressionlessly.

She didn't know what to say. In order to avoid more juice sticking to her face, she ate figs more politely.

"Grindelwald was expelled from Durmstrang. What kind of person do you think would be friends with him?" Snape said.

She intuitively wanted to say that Dumbledore was deceived, but this would further confirm his claim that he was an old fool.

In Bathilda Shabat's book, Grindelwald and Dumbledore looked very young in the photo.

"People full of dreams." Pomona said, "They are all looking for the Deathly Hallows."

Snape snorted.

"What!" she asked him provocatively.

"Dreams, love, it's very much like what you guys talk about." He sneered.

"Then what are 'you guys' talking about!" Pomona asked tit-for-tat, "How to create fear?"

"Most of the time it's arguing. Everyone tells the Dark Lord what they did, and the other person immediately jumps out to tell the 'truth'." Snape said slowly, "But if someone messes up, there will be silence. This is one of the few times when you can keep quiet."

She looked at him speechlessly.

"It's the same for me. I told the Dark Lord immediately after hearing the prophecy at the Hog's Head. It was like being chased by something. I was afraid that someone else would hear the prophecy and tell him before me." Snape said, "Have you visited the Longbottoms?"

"Before school started, Minerva asked me to go instead of her." Pomona said upset.

"It seems that their squib son will not go to magic school." He said coldly.

"There are still two years, wait." Pomona said.

"What if I leave this time and can't come back?" He looked into her eyes and said, "I don't have the Queen's writ of habeas corpus."

She didn't think that thing would work on the current Ministry of Magic.

Former Death Eaters were regarded as "prey" and hunted by Aurors in order to curry favor with citizens of the magical community for the election of Minister of Magic.

"You will come back." Pomona stroked his back and comforted him, "Don't worry too much."

"You don't mind the weasel smell on me now?" He asked with a smile.

Pomona hit him hard, and then took a big bite of the shrunken fig.

He suddenly lifted his cloak and covered her completely, and the stench became stronger.

"It stinks!" She shouted, trying to struggle out of the darkness.

A heavy breathing sound echoed in her ears, sounding like some kind of beast.

Georgiana opened her eyes alertly, pulled out the wand from the trembling flower, and pointed it forward.

A robber raised his hand and took two steps back, as if he was using the stick in her hand as a matchlock.

She was about to shout for the guards, but the robber spoke first.

"Remember me, Georgiana?" said the robber who broke into her bedroom.

She looked at the dirty face and felt that he looked familiar.

"It's me." The robber put down his raised hand "We met in the Alps, and I talked to you."

'Is this what you look like? '

One of the bandits on horseback said that Denon was still with her at the time and they sat in the carriage negotiating with the bandits who attacked them.

"Radesky?" Georgiana asked.

The bohemian sighed "Yes, it's me."

"Back off!" Georgiana raised her wand higher. "How did you get in?"

"I'm here to inform you." Radesky stepped back, picked up a fruit from the silver fruit bowl and ate it. "Pishgru was arrested, did you know?"

She was astonished.

"It seems you don't know." After finishing speaking, Radesky put another piece of fruit into his clothes.

"When was he caught?" Georgiana asked.

"What I want to tell you is that I am not your enemy." Radesky said. "I am just a small person trying to find a way to make a living in this world."

"By kidnapping me?" she asked viciously.

Radeski paused, then said.

"You are still a fair person, but those people with you are not. You can't change them, but you seem to have been changed by them. The army is also doing smuggling. Why don't your anti-smuggling police ignore them?"

"Not 'my anti-smuggling police officer.'" Georgiana corrected, "I just..."

"Whether you are involved in combating smuggling or not, smugglers are targeting you and they attacked you, what do you think?" Radesky interrupted her.

"You want to blame your fault on someone else?" Georgiana asked.

"No, I just want to provide information to my 'friends'. Who will help the 'enemy'?" Radesky said.

Radesky was in such a sorry state that no one felt that his friendship was of much value.

But she thought of Sirius Black, who was much worse off than Radeski when he came back from Azkaban.

"What do you think? 'Friend' or 'foe'?" Radesky asked.

"The First Consul said that honest enemies are more worthy of respect than flattering friends." Georgiana slowly put down the wand in her hand. "You can get my respect, but not my friendship, Mr. Radesky." "

"This is the first time in my life that I've been called 'sir,'" Radesky said with a smile.

"Is this enough?" asked Georgiana.

"What do you think of my suggestion?" Radesky asked.

"It depends." Georgiana walked to the lounge chair and sat down. "Even if you are a friend, don't ask your friends to do more than is appropriate, otherwise the word friendship will become dishonorable."

"I thought we were not friends." Radesky said confused.

"Yes, we are not friends. I am very happy that you have this understanding. Mr. Radesky, if you want to see me next time, please do not enter my bedroom. This is a very dishonorable approach."

"Is there a next time?" he asked with a smile out of context.

She suddenly realized that this guy was extremely thick-skinned, maybe because he hadn't washed his face for too long.

"My former employer is from Paris." Radesky said calmly, "He's crazy."

"What does he want you to do?" asked Georgiana.

"To attack Mullah's army, I told him that it was still possible to attack the tax bus."

"Did you attack?" Georgiana asked.

"If I had done that, I wouldn't be here. Besides, I think compared to my affairs, don't you think there are other things that deserve more attention?" Radesky asked.

She stared at him.

"What's his name?" Georgiana asked Radesky.

"I don't know, he wears a mask every time we meet." Radesky said, "Don't you have magic? You can check my memory."

She looked at the Muggle in disbelief.

"What's weird?" Radesky asked.

She didn't know what to say.

"We haven't gotten to know each other that well yet," she said politely.

In fact, she didn't want to see the mess in his mind.

"What does that have to do with it?" he asked inexplicably.

"Anyway, I can only see one mask when I look at your memory. Tell me the others." Georgiana said.

"You're unbelievable." Radesky crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you want to know?"

"Tell me what you know." She was like haggling in a vegetable market, not taking the lead in telling her bottom price.

Radesky looked at the ceiling and sighed speechlessly, as if he felt that he had made the wrong bet.