Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 987 Cheerup

  Venice San Luzia Railway Station does not have the same platform as King’s Cross Station.

  The last time they took the European special train, after transferring at Mestre Station, they came to the main island of Venice through the Liberty Bridge.

  This time they do not return the same way, they will take a Muggle train to Durin.

  The bullet train is gone after nightfall. Now they have to take the slow train and sleep in the train. It will almost arrive after dawn.

  It reminded her of the night when the European train was winding its way in the Alps. When the witch hunt was carried out in the picturesque snow-capped grassland, the wizards fled to the place they thought was safe. The train was like a knight bus in a sense.

  As for the wizard villages established in the mountains, there may be other stories.

  A powerful wizard like Grindelwald has built a castle in the mountains. Muggles are not afraid to bother.

   Just as Pomona was staring at the scenery outside the window, the train slammed backwards, and then started slowly.

  The sleeping berths of Muggle trains are far less luxurious than those of European special trains. This may be because of the expansion curse cast in the carriages, and the space is much larger than it looks.

  Muggles do not have this ability, so they can only use every inch of the compartment. Only the dining car has a little elegant decoration.

  "This is good news." A gentleman who didn't say a word for a long time suddenly said, "The house price is high now. We can buy it again when it drops."

   "Is that what you think?"

   "Otherwise why are you angry?"

  Pomona didn't want to pay attention to him, and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.

  As the train slowly left the train station, Venice was moving away from them. When it drove on the Liberty Bridge, you could just see the afterglow of the setting sun, the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the sky was stained with magical colors.

  Obviously there was a fantasy experience, but it had to be forced to forget. Perhaps only the dumb Rosa in the family remembered it.

  Albus once said that every wizard family has a magical animal. Before they met the two of them, the family regarded Rosa's picture album as a fairy tale, and no one really believed it.

  How lonely she should be.

  "Do you think..."

  "It’s not your problem, Severus. Parting is always melancholy. Besides, I still like this city a little bit." Pomona interrupted him, "I don’t like dividing people as resources."

   "This is a way to reduce conflict." Severus said.

   "What does the church want them to do if they take those kids away?"

  "The people at the Italian Ministry of Magic did not say exactly what they were doing."

   "How did they find us?"

  Severus glanced at the cockroach pile.

  Pomona was extremely depressed.

  She originally thought she was a Severus Death Eater whose identity was revealed.

  "What should I do to make you happy?" He sat down next to her from the opposite sofa. At this moment, a passenger walked by in the corridor, and he reached out and "threw" the box door.

   "Why do you like to slam doors so much."

  She couldn't help complaining, would this make him look masculine?

   "I like it." He turned around and hugged her, groping with his hands on her, making the fabric rustle.

   "Don't do this." She smiled and rejected.

  "Maybe we can see if there are any vacant houses in Palodo." He reluctantly said, "I heard that the village is similar to Hogsmeade, and it is also a village of all wizards."

  But Pomona’s mind was not on the **** house at all.

  She looked at his eyes, they were pure black, and dim and dull, there was really no fascinating place.

  But she still reached out and hooked his neck.

  Suddenly she felt very thirsty and wanted to drink butter beer. Drinking that kind of beverage in winter can warm people up.

  "Are you back to England this afternoon?"

  After finishing a kiss, she said, playing with the buttons of his coat.

"Yes it is."

   "What's the news?"

  "How about reading the newspaper yourself?"

   "I want to hear you say."

   "Do you want to hear my voice?"

  She smiled and nodded like she was drunk.

   "We can talk about something else."

   "What's the bad news?"

  Severus was silent.

   "I hope you will be less involved in those things." He fiddled with her hair and said, "I don't want us to become like Grindelwald and old fools in the future."

   "Hostile." She added.

   "If they can take care of others' nosy, they won't be what they are in the end."

  "Do you think if time goes back..."

   "Nothing will change." Severus said categorically.

   "Why?" Pomona said.

  "Do you think that a person's power is really capable of turning the tide?" He mocked and mocked, "I knew the old fool would instill this in you."

   "He never told me that."

"People will never change, just like real estate today. Even if you and I go to the streets to scream, no one will buy a house, no one will listen. Sooner or later, house prices will collapse like an avalanche, and the reason why This result is caused by people's irrational greed, which is part of'natural' and we can't change anything."

   "Do you care about being driven away?" She suddenly realized.

   "I failed to keep our home, if I didn't go out that day."

"We might all die." She buried her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. "This is your curse, dear, because you made an unbreakable vow. Draco is your lifelong responsibility. He had a bad life when we first came back, and now his life has looked good, and this is all your credit."

   "These credits are based on hunting werewolves." He said dryly, "Werewolves are animals, and it is legal to hunt them."

  Pomona stiffened.

  "It’s not published in the newspapers, but we generally think so. There is also the Merlin Knights Medal of the werewolf Lupin."

   "It's good for Teddy to pay less attention." Pomona said sadly, "I don't want him to be called a werewolf child when he enters school."

"This is a fact."

   "Can you not let Remus' medal be taken back?"

   "Unless you can stop the people from the Ministry of Magic from taking back my medal." He sighed with boredom, "I don't care about such trivial things."

   "You care." She pierced him without hesitation.

   "Well, I don't care as much as Dumbledore!" He rolled his eyes impatiently. "I am not the same as him. Who calls me a nasty villain."

   "If you can assign less homework the day before the Quidditch game... why do you always ask for it?"

  "This is responsibility." He paused word by word, squeezing out these words from his teeth. "And I try to teach young people what responsibility is."

   "Like Harry Potter."

   "Every time I teach him, the old fool comes out to spoil the situation!" He was successfully induced, and began to wave his hands to pour bitterness. Pomona rummaged in the shopping bag and found the mousse cake that he planned to make dessert.

  Started again.

   "He is just as lazy as his father, and he likes to travel at night!"

   "I thought you liked to catch him." Pomona licked his mousse. "Remus said you were proud of catching him."

  It's like catching Jerry's silly cat Tom. Just by looking at his expression, you can tell the poor Gryffindor who is calculating what torture will be used to torture the death of his parents.

   "I didn't!" He still refused to admit it.

  Pomona dug a spoonful of mousse and handed it to his mouth.

   "Would you like something to eat?"

  He took her hand and ate the spoonful of mousse in one bite.

   "It's too sweet." He frowned, complaining.

  "You know, the Epiphany in Italy is also called the ‘Witch’s Day’. The streets are full of people pretending to be witches and giving sweets to the children. How about I dress like this? Anyway, I have a broom."

"then what do I do?"

   "You can pretend to be Santa Claus."

   "How do you play Santa Claus in March?"

   "Follow him, whether it is your current dress or Santa Claus pretending to be a freak in the eyes of others, why keep this dark look and dress up festively?"

  The death gaze of the old bat appeared.

   "Opps." She realized that she was too smug.

"You're dead." She seemed to see Platinum Master Draco Malfoy copying his hands and talking to her through his nostrils. He was only in the second grade, wearing a Slytherin green school. Robe, as if he hadn't grown up at all.

  (End of this chapter)