Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 93 Snake Sender

  There is no champagne or exquisite tableware. Madame Malfoy’s dinner is a plate of salad with baked potatoes and fish that people don’t have much appetite for, but she is still very happy because her son has dinner with her today.

Just as Pomona thought, Draco usually ate with his former friends. He never thought about having dinner with his mother. The tea room after the meal looked deserted, with only a few. Several doctors and family members were eating. It would be lonely for Narcissa to eat in this environment.

   "How do you and Severus usually get in touch?" Narcissa asked Pomona.

   "There used to be a double-sided mirror, but it was returned to Sirius." Pomona took a mouthful of fish. Although it looked terrible, it tasted okay.

   "What do you usually talk about?" Narcissa asked curiously.

  Pomona began to remember.

   "He has any materials missing, let me prepare in advance."

"anything else?"

   "Look for me to borrow a house to raise an elf." Pomona stabs the potato with a fork.

   "What does he want a house-elf for?"

   "Prepare potion materials for him. He has to be responsible for seven years of age and his own experiments, so he can't be too busy."

   "So he used the house elves to fight?" Narcissa asked in surprise.

   "No, mother, have you forgotten how much the godfather likes to lock up students?" Draco said with a breath of breath, "So our role is to raise the elves."

  Nacissa laughed immediately.

"In the past, Professor Slughorn was very good at manipulating those students. They often gave him free work. Later, Severus became a potion professor instead of him. No one in Slytherin supported him. He could only rely on himself. I thought he was really pitiful and asked the elves to help him for a while, so he asked me to borrow the elves when he had time."

   "Didn't he use closed means to find someone to work for him?"

"The motives are different. The students who worked for Slughorn wanted his appreciation. The students who worked for Severus felt that being closed was a torture. If you can be lazy, you will be lazy. Are you right? Draco."

   "I often help the godfather." Draco said immediately "and Theodore!"

   "That child looks lonely, he is alone everywhere." Narcissa clutched her chest and said, "I often see him eating alone in the tea room."

   "Take him next time, Draco, you are his prefect." Pomona said.

   "Should I take him? Mom?" Draco asked Narcissa.

   "You should say, invite him to dinner with us." Narcissa touched Xiaolong's head as if he was just a child.

  "Such a bad dinner would not work if it was to invite guests." Pomona looked at the food on the plate, "Maybe we can think of a solution to it."

   "Do you have any ideas, dear?" Narcissa picked up the glass and drank, but her posture was elegant, like she was drinking champagne.

   "That was your idea, Cici, you said you did all this to redeem your sister. I hope you can spread this idea and let more people join you."

  Naxisha smiled sweetly at the corner of her mouth, "Do you think what I did is right? Isn't it impulsive and arbitrary?"

   "Yes, Cici, I want Draco to be a leader because of you, not an ordinary person. How can he be a Malfoy."

   "What were you doing in the cubicle just now?"

  "Practice brain defense, has Lucius never taught Draco?"

   "He rarely goes home." Narcissa took a bite of Sha, and looked at the dark corner of the tea room.

   "I almost forgot, and I can't expect his peacock-like head to learn that spell." Pomona poked the baked potato fiercely as if it were someone's face.

   "Dad didn't learn why should I learn?" Draco complained immediately.

   "Do you still want La Mora?"

   "I don't want it, that kind of fish is not cool!" Draco looked at the fried fish on the plate with disgust.

   "Then what do you want?"

   "Amaze me, Pomona," Draco said proudly.

   "How about rune snake? I believe your godfather should have a way to get it."

   "I've heard of that animal. Severus used its eggs to wake you up?" Narcissa said.

   "Someone in the hospital knows he is still alive?" Pomona became wary.

"No, it's just that someone said that an infatuated sorcerer, in order to wake his wife, exhausted all means, and finally found that the snake's egg can be used to treat the aftereffects of the unforgivable curse." Narcissa smiled and said, "but that kind of The life span of a snake is not long because its three heads will attack each other."

  "Draco, if you can stop the snake heads from attacking each other, they can lay more eggs. You can take it to the doctor so that no one will tell you that you are hiding a prohibited animal."

  "How can I stop them from attacking?" Draco was obviously interested, because this snake is a pet of the black wizard, and having it is more "cool" than raising a ferret.

  "First of all, you have to learn Snake-Lao accent..."

   "Same as Harry Potter said?" Draco immediately became more energetic.

   "No, it's the same as Voldemort said." Pomona corrected. "That's the language used to manipulate the basilisk. Remember the oolong hole you used in Lockhart's duel club?"

   "Oh, that was in the second grade." Draco was annoyed, obviously not wanting to recall the awkward duel.

   "You didn't listen to me. I remember that you often asked Gore and Crabbe to fight for you in school, and you treated the basilisk as them, so that you can protect yourself even if you are in danger."

  Draco was lost in thought.

   "Just like Salazar Slytherin?"

   "Yes, just like him." Pomona squeezed his nose across the table, "Remember the homework I gave you?"

   "Remember."

   "Repeat it again."

   "Despite the cruel facts, pain spurs us forward. Dignity, strength, wisdom and knowledge are indispensable. Everyone has copied these two sentences fifty times."

   "I don't specify when to hand it in, but I hope all the little wizards in St. Mungo will hand it in when you hand in your homework. Okay, go and play with your friends."

   "Yes, godmother." Draco was so aristocratic that he said to his mother, "Can I leave first, mother?"

   "Of course, dear." Narcissa smiled proudly, as if she was hosting a luxurious banquet.

  Waiting for Draco to leave, Narcissa sighed, "I knew I hadn't lived in vain for so many years, and my vision had improved."

   "Cici, I have something to ask you, do you have more double-sided mirrors in the Black family?" Pomona asked blushing.

   "Even if I did, I don't have the control of the Black family now, why? I missed him after a while after we separated?" Narcissa said with an ambiguous smile.

   "I miss him very much." Pomona put a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth unknowingly, "It feels like it's been a long time."

"From the day you were sent to the hospital, you have slept for more than half a year, my dear, your condition is much more dangerous than that of Longbottom's. There have been several ups and downs in critical condition. The doctor has been helpless, Charlotte. I thought she would never see you again." Narcissa patted Pomona's hand. "You have helped me so much. I think I should help you too. Let's go. Let's go out. We are not patients anyway."

   "Where are we going?" Pomona followed Narcissa and stood up.

   "Shopping." Narcissa smiled with a smile, "While everyone thinks I am Mrs. Malfoy now, I want to empty Lucius's vault."

   "Oh, Cici, you are an evil witch." Pomona was ecstatic and criticized pretending to be justice.

   Narcissa laughed indulgently, her voice sounding exactly the same as Bellatrix.

  (End of this chapter)