Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 303 I'm not a coward

  If Pomona really agrees to Severus’s invitation, they might end up sitting next to Ron, Harry and their dancing partners as bored and watching others dance.

  She likes the kind of atmosphere of Titanic's third-class cabin. If Muggles can be like them, Pomona will like them as well as Arthur, but they are not all like this.

  It is better to play with Gryffindor when enjoying the fun of the party. They don't like to pretend like Slytherin.

  Severus doesn’t like talking, doesn’t like dancing "like a madman", what's the fun with such a bored person?

  He is the kind of person who likes to express enthusiasm with his body. Gryffindor predators are often pointed at by him with a magic wand, and he is usually gentle with girls. Hermione is also sometimes ridiculed by top students. It is better to expect the sun to rise from the west than to expect decent sweet words in his mouth. Who knows when a miracle will happen? But people with such a poisonous tongue are very good at kissing, but now he wants to stare at his godson and can't be distracted, so Pomona has to play alone.

In her bag there is also Duke Honey’s bubble gum, and blue bellflower-colored bubbles filled the tree house. Although the forbidden forest does not allow students to enter, there are still many people coming and going. It is not safe to live in a tent. So there is this kind of simple tree house.

Pomona used the travel kettle to make tea. The heat from the spout made her warm a lot. After searching in her bag for a long time, she finally found a piece of clothing that can keep out the cold—the invisible cloak, plus old She was finally not worried that she would freeze to death in the thick wizard robe with bats. Like the old man, she was leaning on the warm human-shaped stove, blowing bubbles while enjoying the quiet time.

  When the Titanic sank, 1,500 people fell into the water. At that time, there were 20 boats nearby, but no one dared to approach it. Until "quiet" came down, a boat rowed over, and a total of 6 people were rescued.

Jack Dawson is not on the passenger list. The expedition looking for the Heart of the Sea could not find any news about him. He only exists in Rose’s memory, and Rose doesn’t even have a picture of him, only the safe. The painting here proves that what she said is true.

Sirius did not put all the money in the vault at No. 711 Gringotts, and part of it was hidden in the safe at his home on Guihua Street. He was not in a hurry to make his life better, but instead tried to find a way to make Harry happy. At Christmas, he is such a shining person who does not care about personal gains and losses.

  Being able to stand next to such a handsome Sirius in beautiful clothes would definitely attract the attention of the world, but that was not what she wanted.

Unlike Lily, she cares about being said to be a Mudblood. Hefpaff has been said to be an idiot and a waste college for many years. She has been used to it. She set out to change this situation and cultivated a group of outstanding talents. Among them, the best is Cedric. He has surpassed the other three houses and became the player representing Hogwarts. This shows that her efforts for so many years have not been in vain.

   "Without Cedric, who do you think would represent Hogwarts as a Triwizard player?"

   "It's not from my college anyway." He said coldly, "mostly from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."

   "It seems that we are all stepped on the soles of other people's feet." Dean Hefpaff, who is in the underground lounge, said to the dean in the other lounge underground.

"The last thing Fleur chose was Ravenclaw's Quidditch Captain. She probably thought that kid could be both mindful and athletic." He laughed sarcastically. "Roger Davis, who laughs like a clucking hen." "

   "How do you remember so clearly."

"They went to the Sifang Yard and stayed for a while, until the last group of people went back to sleep and then came back. At that time, Dumbledore and I were chatting in the hall." He rolled up his sleeves and showed the Death Eater mark on his arm. "Kakaroff is very nervous, and his Dark Mark is also black, but the mark doesn't burn, so he didn't run away."

   "What did Dumbledore say?"

   "He asked me, do you want to run with him?" His dark eyes stared at the mixed-blood Veeva. "I told him, I'm not such a coward."

   "Then you came to me?"

   "No, I drank a tube of euphoria."

   "What are you doing with that thing?"

  He did not speak.

   "Every time your compound decoction fails, I feel what magic power is." He whispered, "It's like a rain of silver sequins."

   "Really?" She tilted her head, unable to imagine the effect.

  "Your neck is like a swan." He said expressionlessly, "Lips are like sneeze grass, and eyes are like lake water reflecting the blue sky on a snow-capped mountain. I can't think of any reason for you to hide yourself. Hibiscus is not as beautiful as you."

  Pomona felt that she had been struck by lightning.

  "If you want the Heart of the Sea, I will find a way to get it for you, but you say that you only need a crystal necklace. Can you ask for something that is hard to find and priceless in the world?"

   "Sniffing phantom grass." She said without hesitation, "Slughorn saved a sniffer while walking one night, and it has the leaves of the scented phantom grass in its pocket."

  "Plants? Not jewelry?"

   "I don't need that kind of stuff, the money needs to be spent on the right place, and I like to sniff." She grinned and gritted her teeth. "That naughty little thief."

   "In the fifth grade, a student put three in the office that smelled Doris and made trouble."

  "They are sniffing relatives of Newt's family, oh, they look like Hermione's patron saint." Pomona recalled, "Has Hermione stole anything?"

"She stole medicinal materials and boiled the compound decoction from my warehouse, and turned into a cat head person." He snatched the flannel pocket from her without authorization, found bibidu flavored beans in it, and chose a chocolate Put it in his mouth, his stiff face showed a painful expression.

   "What flavor?"

"garlic."

  Pomona couldn’t help being thankful that he drank the peppermint-flavored euphoria, if he kissed her with a bite of garlic, that Christmas Eve would be completely ruined.

  Pomona also took a multi-flavored bean and put it in her mouth.

   "Punch." She said triumphantly. Except for a time when she ate nail polish-flavored beans in the Muggle community, she didn't seem to have tasted bibidu flavored beans with a strange flavor.

   "It looks delicious." He said, staring at her with a smile.

   "Look at Draco well." She deliberately pretended not to know anything, and continued to blow bubbles.

"Do you remember the woman who helped Jack go to the prom? Molly Brown is a gold prospector. Many people go to the United States to search for gold, but few really make a fortune. She is Jack's first goal." He dragged her up. Chin, let her look straight into her eyes. "She is a lonely woman, so she does a lot of ridiculous and funny things to attract attention, but compared to other nobles on the ship, she has a conscience and humanity. She likes Jack very much. She knew that Jack liked Rose, so she touched him with the excuse of helping her son. You couldn't find a reason to touch me, right?"

  She began to recall the scene at that time.

   "She just wanted to help Jack, without the thoughts you said."

"It's not all for Lily that I betrayed the Dark Lord. I've grown up, senior sister, no longer the stupid boy before." He stroked her lips with his finger. "I will be lucky to follow the White Wizard. I have a comfortable job. At least you don’t have to go to Azkaban to suffer. Bella is proud of it. She can’t do anything while in jail. She just shows an attitude. What’s the use? The only thing she can do, and I can’t do it is Something in the bedroom, so the Dark Lord handed her the Hefpaff Golden Cup."

  "Not Gunter's ring?" She whispered, her tongue carefully avoiding his fingers, so that her speech was a little slurred.

   "He put a curse on the ring, how do I know if he has put on the wand." He didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were muddy. "That wand is the most obedient to his orders. He can do whatever he wants."

   Her tears flowed down.

   "Why are you crying?"

   "Don't go to the dark, Severus, you are a good person." She sobbed.

"I once begged him for mercy, and I never said that when dealing with James Potter." His muddy eyes became clear, but he looked angry. "But I have to do that, or my life will really be ruined." Now, I was only twenty years old, can you understand it, right?"

  But Sirius is the same age as you, he spent his precious youth with the dementors.

  He could marry, have children, continue to play his flying motorcycle, play Quidditch with friends, and even work in the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic.

"Looking at Draco, there is a werewolf in the forest. If he gets bitten, you're breaking your oath." Pomona said with a cold face. Escaped."

  He laughed, "Today is not a full moon, and it won’t change if you are bitten. Besides, Draco has been on the battlefield, he knows what to do."

   "What about the dementor!" she exclaimed, "Hagrid won't call for his guard either."

  His face is very close to her, so close that she can see his eyelashes. The long eyelashes are one of his few advantages, just like his patron saint of silver dew.

   "ExpectoPatronum."

  He waved his magic wand. This time the patron saint of the silver mist was a swan. It did not walk slowly on the ground like the last time, but flew out of the tree house window gracefully and lightly.

   "I don't need to look at Harry Potter anymore, he is no longer the savior." He said coldly, "What I owed Lily was paid off at the moment of my death."

   "You are not dead!"

   "That helps me prove it." He gritted his teeth and said sharply, "I want to make sure I'm still alive!"

  She looked into his eyes, not knowing what to do.

  He leaned in slowly, just like when he was dancing that night, but this time his mouth was full of garlic, which reminded her of Quirrell who claimed to have seen a vampire.

In fact, Draco Malfoy was also the chosen one, but it was not the white wizard Dumbledore who chose him, but the old wand. In the eyes of the old wand, the boy Bislet, who looked weak and incompetent, even dared not kill him. Dean Lin is even better.

  What is its basis for making this choice?

The kettle made a high-pitched sound, and the squirting heat made the small tree house behave like a bathroom. This sound seemed to warn her that the tree house had collapsed. Falling to the ground from here is not the same as falling off the sofa. It ended up with Dumbledore.

  (End of this chapter)