Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 441 Force Majeure

  It was once said in a Latin proverb.

  Jusestarsbonietaequi.

  Law is a kind and fair way.

  One of the reasons for the implementation of the international secrecy law is that the Muggle law does not protect the rights and interests of wizards. Muggle burns to death or harms wizards without criminal responsibility. For the sake of personal safety, the wizarding world is completely separated from the Muggle world.

  But when implementing this law, the Ministry of Magic deviated more and more from its original purpose. When Arianna was pushed into a bucket by three Muggle children, she caused a magical riot in order to avoid drowning. Her health was ruined, and she was silently parasitic. The law did not justify her, and there was no Muggle in the secrecy law how to punish the wizard for harming her. An angry father was imprisoned in Azkaban for revenge for his daughter. What is the use of such a law and the Ministry of Magic, which upholds this unfair law?

  Albus was as radical as Grindelwald when he was young. He has enough reasons to hate Muggles. The reason why he became protective of Muggles' rights is because he recognized the fact that Muggles have an overwhelming population advantage.

  He never told Pomona about Arianna, let alone he likes same-sex things, so she kept guessing which woman he had a secret relationship with.

Aberforth took the portrait of Arianna as a comfort, and Albus, who had mastered power, used a living Pomona as a substitute. Albus accompanied her to Diagon Alley to buy magic wands and other things needed for her new life. It was like reporting Arianna to Hogwarts.

Pomona is good at caring for plants, and Arianna also likes to grow flowers and plants. She was attacked by a Muggle boy in her garden. If Albus knew that her beloved sister was just like her, he would be angry. .

  She never thought that she would be so wild, she could hardly connect the woman who screamed out of control just now and Dean Hefpaff.

  The short and chubby woman is respected, and what she has done just now is not respected at all.

It is meaningless to others, but very interesting to both of them. It is a waste of time wasting in this respect, but she feels very happy, the whole person is relaxed and comfortable, just like It was as joyful as after exercise, she fully realized the joy of being alive.

  Severus was kissing her on the back. Not only was it itchy, but he also made a deliberate noise, as if he was telling her what he was doing.

  The previous quarrels and negative emotions disappeared. No wonder some people say that the bedside quarrels are closed.

   "We will go to hell." She said in a hoarse voice.

   "If I go to **** like before, I'll be fine." Severus said in a nasal voice.

   "Where did you learn those just now?" She turned her head and glared at him, "Where have you been these days?"

   "Looking for a new house, this place is too small." He used a flying curse to attract a cigarette case, and then lit it. "We only came in summer before, so how about treating this as our villa?"

   "I don't care where I live, don't waste money in this place."

   "The place where Harry Potter lived when he was young is now unoccupied, how about moving there?"

   "No!" She refused without hesitation.

  "Do you prefer to live in a single-family house or an apartment?"

   "Why do you want to change residence again?"

   "Security issue, Lucius has an apartment in London, we can live there."

   "Why didn't I expect it, Lucius Malfoy again." Pomona complained, "Is that house where he used to meet his mistress?"

   "Why do you think that?"

  Pomona watched Severus. Although he looked calm, his shoulders were hard and he seemed very guilty.

   "Women's intuition." Pomona said viciously, "Is that why you wrote that love poem to me? My mistress's eyes!"

   "That's where he used to deal with business, don't think too much about it."

   "Look into my eyes and say." Pomona threatened, "Every time you two get together, you are engaged in conspiracy."

   "He hopes I can push Flett Osboth to the front of the stage to compete for the position of Minister of Magic."

   "So he contributed the house to bribe you?" Pomona sat up and shook her head angrily. "Damn albino snake."

  "Have you not given up the dream of making Hermione the Minister of Magic?"

   "What will Flatt do? He will only flatter others!"

  Flyte Osberte (Flyte Osberte) is nicknamed Flatter. If he comes to power, he will definitely become a puppet of the Malfoy family like his ancestors.

  Fudge is because of Lucius Malfoy’s influence and feels that he can handle government affairs. As a result, he regards Albus Dumbledore as a threat. Lucius can play conspiracy and tricks, but he may not be good at dealing with business matters. She can’t let him succeed.

   "I can tell you what he did behind his back." Severus spit out a cigarette and smirked unkindly. "But you have to change things."

   "What to use?"

  He looked her body up and down.

   "Oh, hell!" Pomona covered herself with a quilt, "I won't sleep with you for this."

"You are my wife, why don't you give yourself some benefits when fulfilling your obligations?" He slowly approached like a snake in the Garden of Eden, whispering hissing, "You did a good job just now." "

   "Can I change something else?" She was fragile and said, "I don't want this."

   "Then when you collected my information last time?" He took her hand and let her reach into the quilt. "There is also the invitation letter. That is the most surprising invitation I have received in my life."

   "It is wrong to do so, and it is a special case."

   "But I like it very much." He whispered in her ear, "Do you like me?"

  The honest badger was about to cry, "You are teaching me to learn badly."

   "Good girl, obedient." He suppressed the rapid breathing and coaxed, "Just like you did, do it."

   "Lucius will not do what he wants. Albus spared his life to suppress the rise of purebloodism. Flatt will not become the Minister of Magic."

"I don't care who is the minister." He kissed the corners of her mouth and lips, as if to recreate the atmosphere that had just been ruined. "You asked me when I saw you in the Mirror of Erith, and when were you here? Me in the mirror?"

  That day, she was like a maid in the castle. She took the house elves to clean up and greeted the guests from Durmstrang and Breebarton. She accidentally found the empty classroom where the magic mirror of Eris was stored.

  What I saw in the mirror was personal privacy, but Dumbledore shared it with everyone. He repeatedly reiterated that what he saw was woolen socks, as if something was hidden.

  She walked into the classroom and came to the mirror. What appeared in the mirror was not the appearance of her drinking the compound decoction, but the appearance of her mixed-blood Veeva.

  The man standing next to him was dressed in black and stood straight. This kind of aristocratic temperament was not from the inside out like Sirius. After all, he was a kid who grew up in a slum.

  The way they stand together is like old pictures from the 18th century. At that time, people would only take pictures of major events, usually weddings or the birth of a new child.

"Wait for a while." She whispered, then lifted the quilt, and found the suitcase used by the Hogwarts student. The villa of Godlik Malfoy is now used by Draco, and their things cannot be left in. There, the French maid outfit she bought last time is in it.

  This is the best style that the underwear shop sells. They just like maids.

   Tutu skirts, garters, and many, many laces. After putting on the maid’s headgear, she turned around and deliberately said in French, "Master, what do you want Abigail to do?"

   "Are you going to be naughty again, Pomona?" he said with a big smile.

   "I'm Abigail, Master." With her toes on her toes, she jumped over like a ballet. "How about I stay at home with this identity in the new house?"

   "You don't want to be a hostess?" He watched her sit down by the bed and looked down at her thighs. The skirt of the tutu could not block the garter belt. According to the salesperson, this thing could make many people lose their minds.

   "I don't want to be a mistress." Abigail said, reaching into the sheet. "Being a lady is not free at all. I like work."

   "Do you call this work?"

"That's right." While "working" she leaned into his ear and said softly, "Tell you a secret, what I do now is why everyone is vying for house elves instead of hiring human women. ."

  Think about Dobby’s tennis-sized eyes and the sound of a Kreacher bullfrog. Who can be interested in house elves?

   "Do you feel comfortable? Master." She asked in a low voice. Severus ignored her, holding her head instead, giving a French kiss.

  She took the time to look at the sky, and it seemed that they were going to move at night.

  The nomadic life needs to be ready to take away all the belongings at any time. Just like Harry in the third grade, the suitcase was basically not opened when he returned home during the summer vacation, and he was ready to flee the Dursley house at any time.

   "Abigail wants more, master, more." She acted like a demented brain, acting like a baby at someone younger than her.

   "That's it." He smiled with joy and said, "I like the feeling of being alive."

After speaking, he threw his newly hired French maid onto the soft bed. The body temperature left by the hostess just now has not dissipated, as if she was just going to the bathroom to apply skin care products to keep her youthful and beautiful, and she might come back at any time. .

  (End of this chapter)