Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 92 The Bad Seed
"Hello, Master Malfoy, long time no see."

Dean Thomas looked at Draco with arrogance and indifference, as if he were a bedbug, he was wearing the same clothes as the day he searched Malfoy Manor, obviously he was already an Auror of the Ministry of Magic.

"Where's Harry Potter? He's not an Auror anymore?" Draco asked.

"This is the embarrassing part. He once saved your life. My superiors suspect that he will cover you up, so here I am." Dean Thomas took out a notebook and a pen from his coat pocket "I ask a question and you answer me a question. I hope you can answer it honestly. Although we don't have a cellar as big as yours, the Ministry of Magic still has a place for interrogation. Let's not make the problem go to that point, shall we?"

Draco looked at his parents with anger on his face, Lucius Malfoy sat at the dining table expressionless, Narcissa stood by the window covering her face, her back turned to him and looked outside.

"I think you don't have the protection of your parents this time." Thomas said with a smile, "and your follower, Crabbe, I heard that he was burned to death by the Fiercefire Curse he cast, right? Although he is bigger than Gore Better, but still very stupid, is this what Slytherin advocates for pure blood?"

Draco looked like he was about to cry, Pomona hurried over and hugged him, and the platinum boy immediately burst into tears in her arms.

"It's okay, dear." Pomona put down her wand and patted Draco on the back. Xiaolong was so proud before, but he didn't expect him to be bullied like this.

"I want him to die!" Draco cried, "Not only did he humiliate me, he humiliated my parents! That dirty Mudblood!"

Instead of punishing him for saying that word, Pomona seems to have found the root of the problem with the curse becoming stronger.

The first rule of the Unbreakable Curse that Severus and Narcissa had made was that Severus "must be willing" to watch over Draco while he tried to fulfill the Dark Lord's will.

When Dean was in seventh grade, the Ministry of Magic had been controlled by Voldemort. The Muggle Investigation Act issued by the Ministry of Magic forced Dean to leave Hogwarts to wander like other Muggle wizards. At that time, he was imprisoned. Malfoy Manor, later saved by Harry to Shell Cottage.

This is how it all started. Draco wanted to restore Voldemort's pure blood supremacy. This was not only Voldemort's wish but also Draco's wish, and even the wish of many oppressed Slytherin nobles now.

When cornered beasts are cornered, they will fight to the death, and the crooked hat will make those poisonous snakes launch a desperate counterattack. Just like Tom once said, even if you die in battle, you have to be like a nobleman.

Participated in the war, those who have gained "war exploits" need rewards, and everything lost will be taken away, which is in line with the lion's usual style. When a stray lion defeats a male lion with a lion pride, it will kill the children of the former lion king. They are all killed so that the lioness will give birth to her own offspring.

Human hearts are so dirty, especially creatures like "men", she really shouldn't have forced Draco to grow up.

"Draco, are you noble?" Pomona asked him when he calmed down.

"of course!"

"Then do you know what aristocratic etiquette is?" Pomona held his face and looked straight into his eyes. "As long as the enemy is not provocative, it is polite to smile at each other!"

"I can't help but look at Dean Thomas' stupid face."

"Who wants you to smile at him sincerely, learn to hide your true emotions, you are a Slytherin, do you remember what the sixth Slytherin code of conduct is?"

"Avoid superficial emotions and learn to smile."

"That's it!" Pomona sat down across from him, the sofa was so soft it almost made her jump up "I bet you think Hufflepuff people are stupid, you never paid attention to my class .”

Draco looked away guiltily.

"Do you remember Cedric? He is the best student in Hogwarts. Have you ever wondered why he is so good?"

"He's a good Quidditch player."

Pomona wanted to hit him, what was going through the boy's head?
"No, he knows how to play dumb when necessary."

"Is that why he has that stupid smile on his face all the time? Is he faking it?"

Start again, start again!

Pomona screamed in her heart, why do people in other colleges think that people in Badger College are really stupid?
Poor Cedric, whom Pomona had spent more time with than anyone else in the hope of revitalizing Hufflepuff, ended up dying, and she was so sad to think of it that she wept.

"Why are you crying?" the ex-Slytherin prefect asked distraughtly.

"It's complicated," Pomona said, wiping her tears. "Are you hungry?"

Draco Malfoy looked at her strangely.

"It's time for your mother to rest, how about we have dinner with her?"

"You girls are crazy." Draco seemed to have suffered some kind of trauma, and he didn't dare to look directly at Pomona.

"When you come to St. Mungo's, you usually eat with your friends, right, Draco, because you have to maintain table manners in front of your mother. I watched you eat when I got to school. They are like melon-grown children, with no education at all." Pomona wiped away her tears and said coldly, "How can you despise them and behave like them at the same time."

Draco looked back at her, "I said Mudblood, won't you teach me a lesson?"

"Draco, don't you think the whole Slytherin has been punished for this word now? The identity of the pure-blood nobles who have lost everything and the newly-rising mudbloods have been swapped. Who do you think is the real one now?" trampled in the mud?"

Pomona didn't know what was going on in Draco's mind, maybe it was hatred, maybe it was a lesson, this was an important moment in his life, and she let him think about the choice slowly.

Choice is more important than hard work, a wrong choice will make a person irreparable.

"Theodore and I used to laugh at Granger's parentage," Draco said after a while. "His father was a Death Eater like mine."

"So what, I'm still dating a Death Eater." Pomona picked up her wand. "Show your Dark Mark."

Draco immediately shielded his arm.

"What do you want to do?"

"Destroy it."

"That's impossible." Draco said sadly. "I tried."

"Are you jealous that Theodore isn't a Death Eater?" Pomona asked again. "Don't you think he's far less handsome than you?"

"So what about being handsome?"

"If Voldemort had a beautiful face, he would be a completely different person. He could rely on charm instead of terror to control his subordinates. Would you be fascinated by his snake face?"

"Ouch." Draco made a disgusted expression.

"You also have your own talent, Draco, that is beauty. You have to treat yourself as a real nobleman. When you are elegant enough, even if you are a villain, someone will follow you. I hope you can control yourself and be sent to St. Go's noble children, let them obey your orders, what is No. 16 of the Slytherin Code of Conduct?"

"Despite the harsh reality, pain drives us forward."

"What is No. 18?"

"Dignity, strength, wisdom and learning are indispensable."

"I'll give you a homework, let everyone copy the two words just now fifty times, until these words are engraved in your mind, even after graduation, you can't stop studying, Slytherin pursues strength, look at you What is it like now!"

Draco had to sit down on the couch this time.

"Aren't you the head of Hufflepuff? How are you so familiar with Slytherin's code of conduct?"

"Because I'm dating your dean!" Pomona stood up and held out her hand to Draco. "Come on, let's have dinner with your mother tonight."

Draco stood up listlessly and took "Christine" by the hand, and walked out of the cubicle. He was very obedient, just like Severus Snape when he was a child.

(End of this chapter)