Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 439 Prisoners of the Past

When the students can’t go to Hogsmeade, if it’s winter they will skate and sledding on the icy river, they will use magic to throw snowballs, they can’t do that after they get outside the school, and the trace will control them. Before they were adults, they could only play snowball fights like Muggles.

  There was no time to go to snowball fights after he became an adult. Durmstrang had a great time playing snowball fights with his magic wand in the Forbidden Forest that day. After the spider hunting was over, they asked the boys in Slytherin to "make an appointment."

The final result of this game was that Slytherin lost. This is not surprising. Before Harry Potter entered Hogwarts, Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup for 7 years. The champion has always been It was Slytherin and Oliver Wood was under a lot of pressure, and he had to get up before dawn to organize the players to practice.

   Later, in order to let Harry enjoy the missing childhood, the old fool blindly favored him, and in the end Gryffindor won almost every year.

Especially in the first year of the Academy Cup, I don’t know who was given the predicament. Gryffindor, who had been behind a lot, was crazy by the principal. He suddenly went from the bottom to the same score with Slytherin, plus the final offer. With 10 points from Granville, Gryffindor turned defeat into victory. At that time, the flag that decorated the auditorium changed from green to golden red. The people of the Lion Academy released their lives and celebrated, regardless of what the other colleges were like.

  If there is a child who relies on the power of his parents and wins in a child’s game, no one will play with him in the future.

  As the loser of the two wizarding wars, Slytherin participated in the competition with a play mentality from the beginning. The real competition is within the three houses.

The top box of the Quidditch World Cup can accommodate a limited number of people. Ranked according to points, the first place can get tickets, and the top ten in turn have prizes, but the problem is that someone cheated after the explosion the next night. It's not fair to score.

  Slytherin didn’t care what was going on on Da’s side. They were so happy that they had a date with Durmstrang, and those who lost asked the winner to drink.

Although they live in the alpine region like the Russians, the Norwegians generally don’t drink spirits and wine. Instead, they like Butterbeer very much. Draco wrapped up the entire three broomsticks. They thought about it during the Triwizard Tournament. After doing this, one Voldemort and one Grindelwald, the losers hooked their shoulders and put their backs on each other's bitter water, drunk not drunk and never returned.

   "Did you not go?" Pomona smelled his body, not alcohol, but the scent of sage.

   "In your opinion, I seem to be drunk?" He said comfortably while lying on the bed.

  The firewood in the fireplace seemed to be damp, making a crackling sound. She listened to the laughter of the children outside the house and did not speak.

  On Christmas night, they are just as they are now. They are all wearing their clothes, but all the intimate actions have been done. Ambiguous is a game that can shirk responsibility. If you don’t have a promise, you don’t need to be responsible.

  Others can use drunk **** to shirk off. They didn't drink alcohol that night, they only ate some black forest cake, and the two of them couldn't even find an excuse.

There is no other way but to let it develop, otherwise it will be a stranger, just like the sing in the phantom of the opera, our game of disguise has come to an end, like a strong desire to open the door, like a sweet temptation present before our eyes, beyond Once that limit is insurmountable, there is no way to go back to the past, and any unspeakable secret will be known.

   "I want to find that child." She sighed in his ear as if pleased, and stretched her hand down his abdomen. "I can't let him be used like Credence."

   "Don't tell me what you want to do." He looked at her with godless black eyes "You can do whatever you like."

   "The Dark Lord said the same thing to Bella?" She whispered, like waking up a hibernating snake.

   "No, his attitude towards Bella is not special." Severus also said in a voice that the two of them could hear, "He is only very polite to those who do meritorious service, and Bella is not even ahead of me."

   "Then how did it come out that the two of them are in the kind of relationship?"

   "People can whisper." He leaned to her ear, whispering in a low voice, "No one said it out loud in public, but the news spread to everyone."

   "I made you comfortable?" She looked at his face, and now he closed his eyes, looking relaxed and comfortable.

  "Where did you learn this?" he asked absently, and began to kiss her earlobe.

   "Did you forget everything you learned in the herbal medicine class?" she pretended to be stern.

"If my herbal medicine teacher is like you, God knows what Billy is talking about." He turned her face around and began to kiss her mouth and lips. His words jumped, obviously his heart is no longer chatting. It's up.

  "Have you never seen the pictures of Muggle girls in bikinis? There are so many stickers on the wall of Seelis."

   "I don't have time to think about them." He sighed and said, "The first woman to enter my dream was you. We were feeding mermaids by the black lake that day. You warned me not to peek."

   "Did you peek?"

"No, but I've been thinking about what is wearing your patchy robe? That was the first time I didn't use sleep water to sleep." He looked at her eyes, the dry tear glands secreted tears and made him His eyes were wet, and they looked like deer's eyes. "I was scared, senpai, I almost vomited when I saw them killing for the first time, and then they let me do it."

   "Then did you kill anyone?"

   "I'm scared." He suddenly said in a calm and sensible tone, "And I hate others forcing me to do things I don't want to do."

   "You turned the topic in an unpleasant direction. You just said that you were thinking about what I was wearing." She put his hand on her body, "If you want to see it, do it."

  He shook his head, "I don't know if this is true, or what I think in my head."

   "You said you saw me in Erith's sunglasses, when did that happen?"

"Harry Potter was in fifth grade. When I practiced Occlumency with him, I saw that mirror in his mind." He said with a thick nasal voice, "I, Lily, James and Harry are here. In a frame, I think I'm going to throw up."

  "Is it bad to have a frame with Lily?"

   "She is in color, I am in black and white, not a tone, and it looks very uncoordinated. I don't like whether it is turning her into black and white or me in color."

   "What about me? Are you happy when you turn me into black and white?"

   "You don't have much color at first."

   "You said that my eyes are like a pool on a mountain!"

  "On the snowy mountains, it will be a little bit colored occasionally. Most places are black and white, and the color of your hair is gray."

   "Oh! So if we take a picture together, it looks like a dead photo on a tombstone?"

   "That's what you said." After he said Pomona, he pulled her hand out of his pants.

   "What's wrong?" he asked inexplicably.

  Pomona threw the pillow onto his face.

   "Naughty!" She said angrily. No wonder George said that when she heard that she and Snape were last together, "Why do you always mess up the atmosphere?"

"Do you know how much I wanted to kill you two when I saw you and Sirius Black so close?" He suddenly grabbed her arm and pinched her so much that her eyes were bloodshot. "You Ask me if I am serious, but you are playing tricks with me, do you find it interesting?"

   "You started playing first!" She screamed and said, "I am Lily's friend, you shouldn't do this to me!"

   "She is dead. I have cried and mourned for her, but I am still alive and I need to move on."

  She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, she hardly recognized him anymore.

"Women always can't throw away their memories, just like the clutter in the storage room. They should be thrown away but they feel commemorative and reluctant to throw them away. Therefore, no matter how big the house is, I feel that there is not enough space for things." He said to her. Pull back, then press on her body "You live with me now, don't let those ghosts continue to haunt you."

   "But those things are useful," she said stubbornly. "There are old broomsticks in the responsive house, if it weren't for them, Harry and Draco would have been burned to death."

  He glared at her, and she glared back unwillingly, like a poisonous snake meeting a natural enemy badger.

  After the two stared at each other for a while, he suddenly bowed his head and kissed her, and began to take off her clothes. She struggled hard and refused to comply. In the end, the two were entangled like a fight, and gradually they couldn't tell who was who.

  (End of this chapter)