Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 491 Crown of Life

   "Boom boom boom."

  Not long after hearing the knock on the door, a decently dressed, bald Irishman opened the door for her.

"Hi, hello, I’m a new resident upstairs. I’m glad to meet you." Pomona held a large piece of cheesecake in front of him. You like it."

   "Ah... honey." The Irishman in glasses shouted into the room at a loss.

   "What's wrong?" a woman asked.

   "The neighbor is coming."

  Not long after, a woman wearing a floral dress and holding a child appeared in front of Pomona.

   "Hi, hello." Pomona continued to say warmly and kindly, "I hope you like cheesecake."

  "Is it because we are too noisy?" The woman asked cautiously.

   "No, I just want to say hello to you. I heard that people in the city don't know who the neighbors are. It's terrible." She said with lingering fear, "And I'm looking for the musician who plays the piano."

   "Why?" the woman asked.

   "Why is it always Chopin and Mozart, can't I play some jazz or something?" Pomona shook her head and said, "So that my husband and I can dance to the music."

   "I think you should say thank you, dear." The woman smiled and said to the man.

   "Oh, thank you." The man took the cake awkwardly, like a tool man manipulated by a woman.

   "The musician heard the news you said, I think she will play something else today." The woman has a little bit of rabbit teeth, and she seems to have something in her mouth.

   "Oh, you are the musician?" Pomona probed her head towards the living room. "Where did you put the piano?"

   "You can come in, it's in the lounge." The woman motioned to Pomona to look at the room behind her.

   "Thank you, but no need." She shrugged. "I am more interested in your music than in your home. I look forward to your performance today."

   "What song do you want to listen to?"

  "Surprise me." Pomona waved to the little guy who was waving at her. "Oh, by the way, you guys downstairs, he adopted a giant panda in China."

   "What?" the couple shouted together.

   "It's incredible, right, I think only stars can adopt it." Pomona said jealously, "The panda he adopted is called Panpan."

   "How did he do it?" the woman said incredulously.

   "Ask him next time, he didn't tell me." Pomona waved to the little guy again, "Goodbye, little guy."

   Watched by the neighbor downstairs, she approached the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.

  Pomona is sure that Lucius Malfoy will definitely not greet her neighbors, but she is Hefpaff, and being friendly is her style.

  After giving the cake, she was in a much better mood, so that she could calm down when she saw the huge, dark Easter sculpture.

  It is at least much better than La Conao.

  She took out her magic wand and turned the sculpture into a panda. Although this animal has no abilities, that is, it has no sharp minions and no wings to fly. It can only make a living by selling cuteness, but it is a hero.

The first three giant pandas at the London Zoo were named Tang, Song and Ming. When London was bombed by German planes, the giant panda named "Ming" still calmly ate bamboo shoots every day and played with it. Its photos were used Encourage the morale of the British in the War of Resistance.

  The city government can’t destroy the Londoners’ Kung Pao Chicken, let alone lose the giant pandas. The pandas are leased, so many people would be sad without giant pandas.

  She was in a better mood, as if the stone in her heart had been removed, she opened the door briskly and found that her husband had actually returned.

  His face is full of "happy" and terrible magic pressure is exuding all over his body. It is obvious that he is hitting a wall again.

   "Where have you been?" Severus asked in a gloomy tone.

   "Say hello to the neighbors." She closed the door with a bang, "I have nothing to hide. I don't need to be so scared."

   "Why are you always so optimistic?"

"Do you know what others say about me? I am a kind and optimistic person, and the public opinion is sometimes correct." She pointed at him with a magic wand. "And you, a gloomy and unreasonable old bat, why are you Always so angry."

  He wanted to be angry, but he smiled in a blink of an eye.

   "You said the name of a panda?"

   "Of course!" Pomona put down her wand, "Do you think people in the Tang Dynasty are angry?"

  The name of the panda "Tang" was originally based on the fairy tale of Snow White (grumpy). The legendary Chi You mount has such a magical power that makes people crazy about it. When Harry was 11 years old, he went to the London Zoo and released a Brazilian python. After the riots, the pandas could not be seen.

   "I don't know if people in the Tang Dynasty are angry, I only know people in Chinatown are angry."

   "You can drink herbal tea to fight the fire." She pretended to be smart, and then the angry Potions Professor was really angry. He rushed over aggressively, looking like he was going to catch her and impose a confinement.

  Of course, she would not let him succeed so easily, screaming and running in the luxury apartment, like returning to Hogwarts, walking in the corridors of the castle to avoid being caught by the teacher who watched the night.

  Some people love the prosperity of the city, but she loves the sunshine in the country, and the muddy roads written by Jane Austen, and the grassland with dewdrops in the morning.

  She will not let the darkness win. Even if the whole world thinks that she is unrealistic and naive, she still has to keep a pure land in her heart.

  Because she does not believe that Han Fei said that there are only interests between people. Human nature has a dark and vicious side, but also a kind and friendly side. In the vast universe, light and justice are weak. The essence of the world is darkness, but if you keep looking at the abyss, the abyss will also look at you. He looks up like the fool in the fool’s card, holding a rose in his hand, watching The sun is not afraid of the danger under your feet.

   Just then, there was the sound of the piano from downstairs, and it seemed that the family where she had knocked on the door just started playing.

  She remembers this rhythm, which she heard in the mall that day, when news about the Indonesian tsunami was being broadcast on TV.

  Iseetreesofgreen, redrosestoo

  I see green trees and red roses

  Iseethembloomformeandyou

  I saw them blooming for you and me.

  AndIthinktomyselfwhatawonderfulworld.

  I’m thinking about what a wonderful world this is

  Iseeskiesofblueandcloudsofwhite

  I see the blue sky and white clouds

  Thebrightblessedday, thedarksacrednight

  The blessed day, the precious night

  AndIthinktomyselfwhatawonderfulworld.

  I’m thinking about what a wonderful world this is

  Thecolorsoftherainbowsoprettyinthesky

  The color of the rainbow is so beautiful in the sky

  Arealsoonthefacesofpeoplegoingby

   also reflected on the faces of passing pedestrians

  Iseefriendsshakinghandssayinghowdoyoudo

  I saw my friends shaking hands and asking if it’s good

  They\'rereallysayingIloveyou.

  They are really saying I love you

  Ihearbabiescry,

  I heard the baby crying

  Iwatchthemgrow

  I watched them grow up

  They\'lllearnmuchmorethanI\'llneverknow

  They will learn more than I know

  AndIthinktomyselfwhatawonderfulworld.

  Yes, I’m thinking, what a wonderful world this is

  YesIthinktomyselfwhatawonderfulworld.

  Yes, I’m thinking, what a wonderful world this is

  Yes, what a wonderful world this is.

Nietzsche said that my soul is calm and bright, like the mountains in the morning.

  The sick person is looking for a healthy life philosophy.

  Every day she has never danced is a disappointment to her life, she seems to have not danced today.

  So she stopped running and was caught all at once.

  He had just smoked a cigarette, and his mouth was full of smoke, which was uncomfortable when he was kissing.

  She could hear him banging at his heart, or his own heart banging, their youth was many years late than ordinary people, but Nietzsche said that this youth is lasting youth.

  In fact, people are like trees. The more you yearn for the sunlight, the more its roots stretch out to the dark ground.

  She is the disciple of the white wizard, and she should give this black wizard who has lived in the dark all the year a little light.

   "Do you want to dance with me?"

  Running and long kisses made their breathing become rapid, and she had to divide a simple sentence into two before finishing.

  He ignored her.

  "You are my rose." He closed his eyes and said as if he was afraid of waking up, "God, please tell me, you are not my fantasy."

   "Open your eyes, Severus, I am here."

  But he still didn't open his eyes.

   So she sighed and put his head in her arms.

  She has compassion on this man. He is neither a saint nor a sinner. He is just an ordinary human who needs forgiveness. Even if he has power that Muggles do not have, he is still a person.

  (End of this chapter)