Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 58 Malfoy Manor

  "Why did you invent the useless potion of the euphoria..."

  Pomona actually heard herself say that.

   "I want to make her happy." Snape replied, who had changed his voice.

"who is she?"

   "Eileen, my mother." He asked in confusion, "What was your tone just now?"

   "Nothing." She said sourly, because she thought that "she" was Lily at the time.

   "Damn it!" A curse came from outside the locked door, and then she heard someone outside the door chant a string of characters she hadn't heard before, and then the door lock bounced open.

Many students from the Muggle world think wizards are ridiculous. To open a simple door, you have to use the Arachou Cave to open the door curse, especially the Hogwarts door lock, which seems to be a simple jack lock in the Middle Ages, even if it’s not. Professional thieves are also easy to pry open, this Muggle thinking mode is difficult to change all at once.

If you don’t have the magic resistance of giants, don’t just touch the unknown things. There are many things in the magical world that will be cursed when you touch them. Necklaces, earrings, rings and even glasses are all possible. Curse on the door knocker to prevent anyone from entering. It is common sense, and the difficulty and effect of spelling vary from person to person. Pomona is sure that it is definitely not what he learned at school and her, but half of the Death Eater trick he learned from Voldemort.

Sure enough, after the office door was pushed open, an old bat with an angry face came in. When he came in, two students passed by the door. He slammed the door in front of them, and he slammed the table. The ornaments jumped in shock.

   "What are you thinking?" He rushed over like a cloud of black smoke, put his hand on the table, and looked down at her across the desk.

   "Did you receive my invitation? Severus?" Pomona was still holding the Muggle woman's face at the moment.

  "Do you call that invitation letter?" He said incredulously.

   "You're here, haven't you?" She smiled triumphantly, "Is the compound decoction antidote I want here?"

  He looked at her for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally silently put a bunch of test tubes on her table.

   "So, you will be equipped with this thing." She took a tube and played with it in her hand. "Then why did Dumbledore say no when he asked you?"

   "He made you do this?"

   "He asked me to test, but how to test is what I think." She opened the lid of the test tube and drank the potion inside.

  "Aren't you afraid of me being poisoned?" He looked at her and drank.

   "I'm dead, do you think Dumbledore and the people from the Order of the Phoenix will let you go?" She put down the empty test tube and waited comfortably for it to take effect. "Do you like the gift I gave?"

  A pair of white underwear with lace edges and a small bow.

He is obviously lost. In addition to interests, desires can also drive people to do things they don’t like. The smell of compound decoction on Mad-Eye Armstomoody’s body accumulates more and more as the days go by. It's getting stronger and stronger, even if he sweats harder, he can't cover it up.

There are also members who will prepare a compound decoction as an antidote. The problem is that Dumbledore hopes Severus Snape can leave the office for a while and give them time to check whether the "Pumpkin Juice" of "Moody" is from Snape. Come out of Pu’s crucible, and then there is the current drama.

   "You don't need to set up the venue?"

   "The main work is over, and now the students are finishing it." She felt a strong vomiting sensation. The normal compound decoction antidote has this effect?

   "Where is the greenhouse?" He sneered at her painful transformation, as if watching Harry Potter drink a potion he deliberately made to make it harder to drink.

After a while, she became the beautiful mixed-blood Veeva again. The dirty witch robe was too big on her, and it hung loosely on her shoulders. Only half of the Badger Yard was in the basement. After all, Plants are to be planted in the lounge, and the sun shines on her skin, which is a bit like pearly white. He watched intently, his apple rolled, and then looked into her eyes.

   "Neville is looking after me." She took off her shoes and rubbed his trousers with her feet. "I have no class in the afternoon. How about you?"

  He gave a weird smile, and after a moment he took out the wooden box wrapped in black velvet from his jacket pocket.

   "I'm here for the appointment." He said, and then put his hand on the table again, as if he wanted to see what she was going to do.

   "Come with me." She stood up from behind her desk barefoot. The wizard's robe worn by the chunky witch did not grow much. "They are a set."

   "You can show it to me here." He didn't seem to want to go to her secret room.

  Strict aristocratic etiquette can not only maintain the superficial demeanor, but also avoid looking, listening, and touching, and avoid the ancient spells in the pile of unknown old papers. The erudite Tom Riddle never thought that Lily Potter, a housewife from the Muggle world who had only been in Hogwarts for seven years, and her husband was not the old pure-blooded Potter’s housewife would actually make a rebound. The curse, a big idea, failed, and died under his own magic wand.

   "You broke the door." She grabbed his hand and said with a smile, "It's not good to be hit by someone."

He didn’t resist so much, he obediently followed. This time, unlike last time, his eyes were good. He was not temporarily blinded because of being kicked by a unicorn, but he still obeyed her like a blindfolded donkey. Command line thing.

   "Wait." She motioned him to look at the flannel box on the table, "Take it, without it, it won't be a complete set."

He smiled even more weirdly and evilly, took the box on the table and followed her. At this time, only her was in his eyes, a gray-haired forest fairy, the protagonist of a Midsummer Night’s Dream, and he didn’t know that it was in his heart. Which is more beautiful than the daisies blooming in autumn and on the shore...

  It is very unnecessary to test a person’s loyalty, because even if they are loyal at the beginning, the person being tested will be dissatisfied knowing that they are suspected, and finally embark on the road of betrayal.

  But you still can't help but want to know who he is thinking.

You want his loyalty very much. He gave it to you at first, but then he gave it to other people. This situation is no different from when he was loyal to one person at first, but then loyal to other people because of temptation. This behavior is unfaithful, he became a half-hearted person.

The temptation of men to beautiful women is very fragile, especially this kind of self-delivery. Once when passing by a Muggle house, she found a lot of World War I and World War II books on the bookcase, including a lot of espionage. In wars, women are not necessarily victims of wars. Many battles are turned around because of spies’ intelligence. She is fascinated by stories like this.

Dumbledore suspected that Snape was a double agent. It’s really hard for her to get close to a real spy so close to him not to be curious about him, and he was also different from the spies hiding under various identities. What he played was he himself. In the darkest corner of her heart, she even felt very exciting. Lily married Potter, and Severus was still "seriously loving her". She was seduce a loyal person to fall, maybe her heart Far less pure than it looks in the mirror.

   "You are a bad girl, Pomona, very, very bad."

   Snape obviously likes playing this game very much. If one or two times are due to hot head or confusion, what happens later is not the same.

  He is like Bella in her bedroom, enjoying freedom and indulgence.

   "Then you want to stay in my class, Professor?" She is petite, and she wears Hogwarts uniforms just like the students who are still in school.

   Snape, who was lying on her like a bat, looking for a place to launch an attack, stiffened, and then began to counterattack.

   "You are an evil witch!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, just like the Muggles who clamored to burn the witch to death.

   "You are not much better, Death Eater."

   Then they rolled deeper and deeper in that hell, until Dumbledore discovered that she was really unexpected, and it was Cedric who had informed her.

  Man is very good at lying. The house has a memory. She just thought that the euphoria was given to herself as an illusion. The first person to drink the euphoria was Irene. Her son protected her, but she couldn’t be happy because her husband was killed by her son, her heart was broken, she suffered from aphasia, and her symptoms were similar to Pomona’s current symptoms, in order to make her happy. Snape made the medicine, but her singing was just a side effect, and she was still the same after the medicine worked.

  It's not as good as not to laugh at the beginning to make him feel better.

Even if he is a potion genius, it is too early to invent a new type of potion by himself in the fifth grade. All he can do is to improve. By coincidence, Lily and him have become good friends at this time, and James Potter likes Lily again, so that One scene happened.

  Neither the kamikaze nor the fuchsia had reached the power he wanted, so he had no hesitation in getting involved with the Slytherin Death Eaters.

  She seems to have forgotten a lot of things. Maybe people's heads will become dull after staying in a house for a long time, and she actually almost became a housewife.

  With two "pops", the house elves apparated her with her, and the place where she appeared again was the Malfoy Manor that had been checked by the Ministry of Magic countless times and was full of peacocks and flowers in the past.

  Because there is no one to take care of it, it actually looks a little run-down, but unlike the old house of the Black family, there is Hu Meizi, but it is deserted and not popular.

When the Black family was in depression and the Malfoy family was in its heyday, I heard that dance parties were often held here and there were decently dressed people everywhere. Now there is not even a house-elf inside, the peacock is gone, and the flowers are replaced by dead branches and leaves. The bushes that people care for.

   "Ding Dong." Honey pressed the doorbell, oh, Malfoy had installed this Muggle access control. This is their position. Who told Tom to treat this place as his lair.

  "Who is outside?" Narcissa Malfoy's voice was heard on the intercom.

   "Dear Madam, Honey is the house elf of the Prince family." Honey said in a shrill voice.

   "Prince?" Narcissa asked suspiciously.

   "Let them in, I know who they are, Mom." Draco's voice came from behind, "I'll take care of the next thing."

  Oh, how did that little naughty ghost Draco become so mature?

  She felt very distressed, and she wished he would always be the smooth-haired Master Malfoy.

  (End of this chapter)