Harry Potter Morning Light.

Chapter 439 The Prisoner of the Past

When the students can't go to Hogsmeade, if it's winter they will skate and play sledding on the frozen river, they will cast magic and throw snowballs, and they can't do this when they are outside the school, Zongsi will control them Every move, they can only snowball like Muggles before they are adults.

There is no time for snowball fights when they are adults. Durmstrang had a great time playing snowball fights with wands in the Forbidden Forest that day. After the spider hunt, they asked the Slytherin boys to "date".

The final result of this competition was that Slytherin lost, which is not surprising at all. Before Harry Potter entered Hogwarts, Gryffindor had not won the Quidditch Cup for 7 years, and the champion had always been It was Slytherin, and Oliver Wood was under a lot of pressure. He had to get up before dawn to organize the players to practice.

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

Especially in the first year of the Academy Cup, I don't know who is going to give it away. Gryffindor, who was originally far behind, was given extra points by the principal, and suddenly changed from the bottom to the same score as Slytherin. With Wei's 10 points, Gryffindor turned defeat into victory. At that time, the flags adorning the auditorium changed from green to golden red, and the people of the Lion House released their lives to celebrate, regardless of what happened to other houses.

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

As the loser of the two wizarding wars, Slytherin participated in the competition with the mentality of playing with him from the beginning, and the real competition was within the three houses.

The top box of the Quidditch World Cup can only accommodate a limited number of people. Ranked according to points, No.1 can get tickets, and the top ten in turn will have prizes, but the problem is that someone cheated after the explosion on the second night. Scoring is not fair.

The Slytherins didn't care what was going on on da's side, they were so happy to have a fight with Durmstrang, and the loser bought the winner a drink.

Although they live in the alpine region like the Russians, the Norwegians generally don't drink spirits and wine, but like butter beer very much. Draco packed the whole three broomsticks. During the Triwizard Tournament, they wanted to After doing this, one Voldemort and one Grindelwald, the losers hooked up shoulder to shoulder and poured bitter water on each other, drunk and never returned.

"You didn't go, did you?" Pomona smelled him, but she didn't smell the wine, but she smelled the scent of sage.

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

The firewood in the fireplace seemed to be damp and made crackling noises. She listened to the laughter of the children outside the house and did not speak.

On Christmas night, they were the same as they are now, with all their clothes on, but all the intimate actions had already been done. Being ambiguous is a game where you can shirk responsibility. If there is no promise, there is no need to be responsible.

Others can use drunken sex as an excuse. They didn't drink any alcohol that night and only ate some Black Forest cake. The two of them couldn't even find an excuse.

There is no other way but to let it go, or to be strangers, as in the Phantom of the Opera, our game of pretending is at an end, as a strong desire opens the door, as a sweet temptation presents, through Once the limit that cannot be exceeded is exceeded, there is no way to go back to the past, and any unspeakable secrets will be known.

"I want to find that kid." She whispered flatteringly in his ear, running her hand down his belly. "I can't let him be used like Credence."

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

"The Dark Lord said the same thing to Bella?" she said in a whisper, as if waking a hibernating snake.

"No, his attitude towards Bella is not special." Severus also said in a voice audible to the two of them, "He is only very polite to those who have done meritorious deeds, and Bella's position is not even higher than mine."

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

"People whisper." He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a low voice, "No one speaks out loud in public, but the news spreads 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 that?" he asked absently, beginning to kiss her earlobe.

"Have you forgotten everything you learned in Herbology?" she said with mock sternness.

"If my herbal medicine teacher was anything like you, God knows what Billy would be talking about." He turned her face away and started kissing the corners of her mouth, lips, and his words were bouncing, obviously not talking about this matter. It's up.

"Haven't you seen those pictures of Muggle girls in bikinis? Sirius has so many on the walls."

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

"You peeked?"

"No, but I kept thinking about what you were wearing under that patched robe? That was the first time I slept without sleep water." He looked into her eyes, the dry lacrimal glands secreting tears, making him His eyes were wet and looked like the eyes of a deer. "I was very scared, senior sister. The first time I saw them kill people, I almost threw up, and then they asked me to do it."

"Then did you kill someone?"

"I'm scared," he said suddenly in a calm, sensible tone, "and I hate when people make me do things I don't want to do."

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

He shook his head. "I don't know if it's real or just in my head."

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

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

"Isn't it good to be in the same frame as Lily?"

"She's in color, I'm in black and white, it's not a tone, it looks so incongruous, I don't like whether it's turning her into black and white or me into color."

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

"You have no color at all."

"You said my eyes were like pools on a mountain!"

"Occasionally there is a little color on the snow mountain, but most of the places are black and white, and the color of your hair is gray."

"Oh! So a photo of us together looks like a photo on a tombstone?"

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

"What's wrong?" he asked inexplicably.

Pomona slams the pillow into his face.

"Stupid!" she snapped, no wonder George had that look on his face when he heard she and Snape ended up together. "Why do you keep messing things up?"

"Do you know how much I wanted to kill you two when I saw you and Sirius Black being so close?" He suddenly grabbed her arm, pinching her so painfully that her eyes were bloodshot "You Don't you think it's funny asking me if I'm serious, but you're playing me?"

"You started the game!" she screamed. "I'm Lily's friend and you shouldn't have done this to me!"

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

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

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

"But those things work," she said stubbornly. "There are old broomsticks in the Room of Requirement, and Harry and Draco would have been burned to death by fire if it weren't for them."

He glared at her, and she stared back not to be outdone, like a poisonous snake meeting its natural enemy, a badger.

After the two stared at each other for a while, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her, and began to take off her clothes. She struggled desperately, swearing to die. In the end, the two were entangled like a fight, and it was gradually unclear who was who.

(End of this chapter)