Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1075 New Target

  There is a question, what kind of people want immortality?

  Anyway, people who are very tired don’t want "immortality". They place their hopes in the next life, hoping that they will be lucky in the next life and be born in a wealthy or happy family.

  This kind of thinking originates from the reincarnation in Buddhism. Buddhism believes that our actions will form a force that will cause us to bear various consequences in the future.

  A person who is alive and doing evil will go to **** or become an animal after death; while being a good person will go to the Western Paradise, or jump out of reincarnation and become a member of the Buddha.

  What can you enjoy in heaven? Some people can feel it while they are alive, and don't need to wait until after death.

  Voldemort is not as addicted to the stimulation of sensations as those people are. He wants immortality because he hates failure. His Bogut is said to be his own corpse.

Human beings gave up immortality and gained the ability to evolve. Ordinary jellyfish will die after sexual reproduction, but lighthouse jellyfish can return to the hydroid form again. There is no limit to the number of times this process, so this jellyfish can have an unlimited life span, unless Eaten by other animals, otherwise the lighthouse jellyfish will be "immortal".

   Its cells will not mutate, so there is no evolutionary ability.

  Mankind’s pursuit of life extension and rejuvenation has never stopped, especially women, almost obsessed with maintaining their youthful appearance. But no matter how it is maintained, no young woman will ever look fresh and natural.

  A young, indifferent, troubled witch like Merope needs help. Pomona once proposed to do charity, but a wealthy noble woman like Naxisha refused.

  Even if the young girl has nothing, as long as she has a beautiful appearance, she can hurt the lady who seems to have everything.

   Lies can bring benefits to me, so I can’t help but continue to lie until the day when the paper can’t hold the fire, and when everything comes to light, it’s not going to end in dignity.

  When Pomona arrived in the living room with afternoon tea, Voldemort and Severus occupied a corner of the living room alone, and no one spoke. If it weren't for the sound of traffic coming from outside the window, you could hardly feel the passage of time.

  This situation is really embarrassing.

  Some people have no words to talk to, because they feel embarrassed because they can’t speak. The weird thing is that Pomona and Severus don’t feel embarrassed if they don’t speak. Why do they feel so embarrassed now?

  So embarrassing, really embarrassing.

  Because it is too quiet, even the sound of the collision of the plates can be heard.

  "Have you bought a new tea set?" Voldemort asked after she put the tea and dessert on the coffee table.

   "Liverpool bought it." She said quickly.

  "Bone China?" Voldemort continued to ask.

   "Yes!" She answered immediately.

"You are a woman with status now. You can't entertain guests with ordinary porcelain. You will embarrass Severus." Voldemort said coldly. "Albus Dumbledore doesn't even have the most basic hospitality etiquette. know."

   "You don't need to be frugal in this area." Severus said, "You can buy a decent set of porcelain later."

  "Muggle porcelain is mixed with beef and sheep bone meal. Have you ever used porcelain mixed with keel bone meal?"

   "I thought dragon bone meal was a potion, just like unicorn powder." Pomona looked at Severus.

  This incomprehensible guy actually used unicorn horn powder to pave the way, which is probably not his own idea.

   "You don't need to save this little money." The potion professor who came out of the slum said roughly.

  Damn rich man.

  She glared at him, poured a cup of tea, added milk and sugar to her liking, and then stopped serving the two of them.

"I want to drink myself, you are not guests." She said indifferently. The two Slytherins heard her words and no one moved, and the atmosphere became extremely embarrassing. It really complied with the old oriental proverb. A lot of speculation.

   "Tonight is a full moon, do you think the werewolves will be out again?" She had nothing to say.

"It is none of my business."

  The two of them said in unison.

   "Well then, I'll go shopping later, what are you two doing?"

  While shopping in the same room with an enemy, Pomona has no doubt that both Severus and Voldemort would choose the latter, because of their nature.

  If you have time to go shopping, it is better to do something that they find interesting, but meaningless to humans. Is it true that men buy toys for children for children to play with? No, it was bought for themselves.

  I didn’t play it when I was young. When I grew up, I bought it and gave it to myself. Sirius also rode Harry’s Firebolt.

  How expensive is that broom, boys lose their minds when they see it!

   "None of you ride a flying broomstick?" Pomona asked.

  "No!" The two said in unison.

   "I remember you rode a broomstick and showed it to Lily." Pomona looked at Severus with a smile. "And Harry's first Quidditch match, you actually asked to be a referee."

   "Ha." Voldemort sneered, "Like a real Quidditch athlete."

  She heard the sarcasm in Voldemort's tone, but didn't understand it.

   "No brain." Severus muttered.

  She tilted her head and wondered whether he was talking about Quidditch athletes with no brains or something else.

   "He is just as aggressive as his father." Severus said in disgust.

   "That's why you embarrassed him on Quidditch?" Pomona asked.

  "If he is willing to spend more time in other areas..."

   "You are ashamed to talk about others." Voldemort interrupted Severus coldly. "You spend too much time on children's games."

   "I think his life is harsh..." Pomona said.

   "The Dark Lord is right." Severus said, "I really don't improve as fast as before."

  "Can you deal with all the dark wizards in Palodo alone?" Voldemort asked.

   "It seems that you have found a common topic." She put down the unfinished tea, "Then I will go shopping."

  No one stopped her, the two remained silent, but the atmosphere was not so weird.

   "Kriche!" Pomona yelled, and the house elf immediately appeared.

   "Take good care of the two of them, I'll go buy a ‘keel china cup’." She emphasized, and then left the living room.

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   "Are you okay, Harry?" Ginny stood at the entrance of the study and asked Harry Potter who was drunk alone.

   "What?" Harry looked up in confusion.

   "When you came out of Hermione's room, you knew who I thought I saw? Professor Snape." Ginny said, "Seeing your expression, I don't doubt what you did in there."

   "That's Hermione, what can I do?" Harry took a sip of wine and then hiccuped.

  "The first thing you do when you go home is not to kiss your wife, but to find your friend directly."

   "This house has a loyalty curse. As long as you don't go out, you don't have to worry about safety. Since Hermione chooses to leave home, then she will learn to follow our pace instead of us to accommodate her." Harry said with a facial expression.

   "Here again, are you imitating Professor Snape?" Ginny asked, "he is not a good imitator."

   "Why?"

   "He is dead and has nothing to do with him, but you are someone with a family, Harry, are James and I a burden for you?"

   "No!" Harry said in a hurry.

   "Look, this is the one I love." Ginny leaned on the door frame and smiled and said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Harry."

   "It's easy to say, Ginny." Harry drank the wine in one sip.

  "Do you want to play with James for a while?" She asked, "George took some new toys that haven't been on the market."

  "Does he use James as a test subject?"

  "If James thinks it’s not fun, Uncle George will not mass produce it. I think every child likes to make such a ‘test item’." Ginny reached out to him, "Come here."

  Harry stood up, and when he held Ginny’s hand, Ginny stared into his eyes and said, "Close your eyes and imagine you are in the responsive room."

   "But I have no books to hide." Harry said, staring at Ginny's brown eyes.

   "This time I want to hide the half-blood prince. Do you remember why we hid that book last time?"

   "Because I used black magic, and I hurt people with it." Harry replied.

   "Who did you hurt?"

   "Draco Malfoy." Harry said guiltily. "He shed a lot of blood."

   "Who saved him?"

   "Snape... it's Severus." Harry changed his words.

"You said that if we had a second son, we would call him Albus Severus Porter. My dad’s name was not used "Arthur" because he, like everyone else, is memorable. person?"

  Ginny didn’t use the word “death” because neither James, Sirius, Albus or Severus had died.

   "No." Harry looked into Ginny's eyes and said, "Because I think he has something worth learning about him. He is the bravest person I know."

  Ginny tilted her head and smiled and looked at Harry, "You can follow me."

   "But that's not the truth." Harry said shyly, "Arthur listened to Molly too much."

  "You don't want him to be a person who listens to his wife in the future?"

   "No, I just want him. How do you say?" Harry grabbed his hair and couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it.

   "I heard that he is the only one among the Death Eaters who can use the Guardian of God. You were in the death swamp the day before yesterday. Why didn't you use it?" Ginny asked.

   "There are too many dementors, I'm afraid I can't resist it."

   "Liar." Ginny said forcefully, "You can't use it anymore, can you?"

"Do not!"

   "Then you call it to me now."

  Harry looked at Ginny, and slowly drew out his holly wooden wand, but did not cast the spell immediately. He held the wand and circled nervously in his hand.

   "You are not happy, Harry, or you quit your job in the ministry."

   "No, Ginny." He answered immediately.

   "No one asks you to be the savior, Harry Potter, and you don't need to save the world."

   "It has nothing to do with this." Harry said solemnly, "I need to find my own direction."

  Ginny looked at him in confusion.

"I have walked the path Albus designed for me. I have to go on my own. No one will lead me. I will rely on my own exploration. In the future, James will follow me as an example. son."

   "Well, since you said that." Ginny said angrily. "Are you going to stay alone for a while or play with me and James?"

   "Let's go." Harry took Ginny's hand and left the study.

  (End of this chapter)