Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 585 Fallen Angel

There is a kind of art, for the vast majority of people, it doesn't matter if they have it or not, and even if they don't have it, it will not affect the lives of most people.

This kind of art is usually "elegant" art, such as symphony, ballet, tea art and poetry learned by Miaoyu, a poet of the Red Chamber. What good is a man who has to worry about three meals a day?
In contrast, everyone can decorate a house, but how to match colors is a difficult problem. Choosing curtains is a compulsory course for every housewife. Girls in Slytherin House need to distinguish 28 kinds of green, and which one is the real "green" Slytherin Green" has been debated for centuries.A good designer can not only design a house like a work of art, but also earn a high salary, which is unmatched by traditional art.

Times are changing, and people’s aesthetics are also changing. People spend most of their lives in houses, homes, schools, offices, factories, etc. When people’s material wealth reaches a certain level, they will turn to pursue spiritual life. .

Being too elegant is not a good thing. People in big cities are used to maintaining an elegant and calm appearance in front of others, which creates a multiple ignorance effect. When everyone doesn’t know what to do, you look at me and I look at you, and finally form a group effect. Everyone stood by and watched as people fell to the ground and needed first aid.

There are many styles of decorating a house. Some people like Nordic minimalism, while others like French luxury. Pomona intends to add a touch of humanity to the house designed for a man with gray blue eyes and a heart of stone like Lucius. .

Damn Slytherin green, and those cold silvers, the French love romance, even if she's not really French.

After returning to the apartment, I took the elevator to the top floor, and the sculpture at the door changed its shape again. It was no longer a naive panda, but a stone flower pot filled with flowers of various colors.

She also made some butterflies out of paper, and they are dancing around the flowers at the moment, which looks much more comfortable than Laconao.

Slytherins really like snakes, even the doorknobs are snake-shaped.

Pomona cast a spell on it with her wand. When she opened the door, the respected Mr. Dean was reading a newspaper. It was the Daily Prophet. The photos on the newspaper were still moving. Pomona still knew that person. Mocles Belby.

The old bat had a sarcastic smile on his face, which matched Belbi's smile in the photo.

"Any interesting news?"

"Nothing." Severus folded the newspaper. "How are you doing?"

"I talked to her," Pomona said, taking off her coat.

"Then?"

"She's very nervous." Pomona said evasively, "Anyone who is considered a suspect will be like her."

Snape also had a "criminal" student, Marcus Flint, and she had images of him robbing the Royal Mint vaults in her binoculars, which was a good blackmail because he liked Marcus.

For the British Museum, the loss of an antique vase is worth weighing against the loss of a sponsor. "Capital is the highest power." The curator of the museum can use it as a gift to repay the 150-year funding of charitable organizations.

Ma Qingchen's biggest problem is that she doesn't know the world, she is protected too well by Zhang Tao, she doesn't worry about money, this is really a hell, how can there be anyone in this world who doesn't worry about money?

Instead of making up the ballet that no one can understand, they might as well adapt the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. There are never too many women on Valentine’s Day. After February 2th, Western Valentine’s Day, Qixi Festival can be celebrated again, and there are stories in watching the stars in summer It's time to chat.

"I didn't ask you to talk to her to hear her 'business as usual'." Severus followed her into the dressing room, and Pomona was taken aback by the elusive figure.

"Otherwise, what do you want to hear? She is suspicious, and you should arrest her immediately?" Pomona said impatiently, "Can you stop being so nosy, it's the police's business to track down stolen goods."

"You're protecting her, aren't you?" Severus smiled weirdly, and said very slickly, "Aside from asking questions, you didn't say anything else?"

"What can I tell her?"

"For example, how did Zhang Tao and Dumbledore meet? When did he come to London?"

"Can't you find out?"

"Zhang is a reclusive person, and few people notice him." Severus walked over, "Like you, hide yourself, no one will know the beauty of a beautiful gem if it doesn't show up, I won't Hiding you so deep like an old fool."

"Aren't you afraid that I will be stolen?"

He smiled triumphantly.

"How about doing it again? Just like that day, in the mirror."

Pomona jumped up like a cat with a fur-frost.

"No!"

"Why not?" He blocked her way, preventing her from leaving the dressing room.

"I must be crazy to agree to you." She said regretfully, it was one of the most stupid things she did in her life.

"We have to stay on guard for the next few days, don't you want to give some comfort to the soldiers who are about to go to the battlefield?" He began to pester her like Rhett in the movie pestered Scarlett.

"I also need to go."

"How about letting me comfort you a little?"

"Go away!" Pomona beat him with her fists, but it didn't help. He held her head as if nothing happened, and then began to kiss her.

"Stop..."

"You know I'm not going to stop," he said breathlessly. "That's what I wanted to do in the café."

Pomona was thinking of the coffee table, of Grindelwald always doing something to Albus while Aberforth was gone.

"I hope I never graduate from Hogwarts." Unable to stop his hand, she could only say helplessly, "I hope I never grow up."

"You can wish so, but I've grown up." He looked into her eyes and said "You can't stop a person from growing, just like you can't stop aging. We wasted many years. If it wasn't for Fleur, we might It's just so old and muddled."

"No, it won't be like this..."

"Oh, hell, I forgot Sirius Black, he's your fiancé, and you can sneak into the Lestranges' vault at Gringotts and destroy Hufflepuff's cup, just as he made I'm going to destroy Slytherin's locket." He laughed maniacally "That sword, it's not the sword of kings, do you remember when they talked about Lord of the Rings? That sword represents greed Desire, as long as it can make it stronger, it will absorb it, just like him."

"what are you saying?"

"I want to destroy him, that false saint!" With red eyes, he tore off his collar to reveal the scar on his neck. "Look what he did to me?"

"That's what Nagini did."

"If love is such a great power, why does he hide it? Like the wizard with the hairy heart, he feels that talking about love is shameful. He is a hypocrite who says one thing and does another..."

"Enough!" she screamed.

"Oh, you sounded like Doris just now." He squinted and said with a smile, pulling out his wand from his sleeve and pointing it at her, "Once, I used my wand to draw on your bare back Volga, ice crystals will appear on your skin, they will bloom, grow like feathers, soften at the edges, condense into beads, run down your spine, and you will moan softly, like kitten."

As he spoke, the cutting spell of the wand sliced ​​through her clothes without making any sound, only the cold air gave her goosebumps.

Severus was reading from Grindelwald's letter to Albus, when the white-bearded grandfather was a brown-red-haired boy with an angelic smile.

"Do you know why he loves taffy so much? Grindelwald mentions taffy days many times in his letters. They are the only sweet memories he has of his terrible prison life. You wonder what made Blake survive. Twelve years in Azkaban?"

"Please stop."

"We're getting too old, we belonged a century ago, with watermills, rivers, Albus, instead of being trapped and rotting in our towers in the corner of the world, we belonged when our talents weren't Responsibility oppresses us, our beauty has not been worn away by time, do you think black wizards can't love? I hope it's not too late for me to say this, we can't live forever, I only loved one person in my life..."

"And he's dead, and I'll die for him!" screamed Pomona, pushing him away with all her strength. "Stop quoting them."

What he said just now was all about the correspondence between Albus and Grindelwald, and Pomona began to know how to remarry through the owl.

"The hours just now felt like months to me. When I was alone, the time became extraordinarily long." He leaned against the wall, covered his face with his hands, and spoke in a crying voice, "I No, I can bless Lily and James for marriage, but I can't, I can't..."

"Nobody said I want to marry Sirius." Pomona said helplessly, "I won't let you alone either."

"Don't meddle in other people's business. After this time is over, let's stay away from those Chinese people." He gritted his teeth and said, "Meddling in people's business is a bad habit."

"Okay." She agreed without hesitation.

Old fools and old madmen were so nosy that they ruined their lives, and she didn't want to repeat their mistakes.

Then, they were silent, but the air of this silence gradually warmed up with his gaze, and she couldn't help but wrap her hands around herself, covering the clothes he had cut with the cutting curse just now.

"Don't do this." She lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttering like a feather fan.

"How much do you know about the legend of Ilmarinen?" He said as calmly as possible.

"The Hammer of Eternity?" Pomona asked after thinking for a while.

"In their letters, they talked about how to destroy the dementors. I thought, maybe we're going to the North Pole."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"The North Sea is very cold, but it should not be as cold as the North Pole. It is our mission to find and eliminate those cloaked monsters without memory and soul. They will solve other people's problems by themselves." He returned to normal, stood up straight, and slowly Gracefully walked over, "Stop being interested in other people's civilization, you should take a good look at me, have you lost interest in me? Senior sister."

"Can we change to a place with flowers?" she begged tremblingly.

He tilted his head and looked her up and down, then suddenly smiled.

Immediately afterwards, he used a Flying Curse to attract a large handful of dancing orchids, and delivered them to her.

"Look, how beautiful you look." He spun behind her, cheek to cheek, looked at the reflection of the two in the mirror and said, "Don't be haunted by the ghosts of the past, I love you, senior sister .”

"You lied," she said helplessly.

He sniffed her with his aquiline nose and rubbed his hands on her waist.

"Why aren't you a normal woman, they're so much smarter than you," he whispered in her ear, and began to suck her skin like sweet taffy.

She slowly closed her eyes.

You ignited the flame in my heart with blood, so magnificent and dazzling.

Many years ago, by a peaceful riverside, a blond boy rested his head on the lap of a brown-haired boy, and the brown-haired boy wrapped his fingers around his blond hair. The sun was beautiful, the bushes were lush, and the blood-stained silver knife was on the blade of grass. between flashes.

"We need to find the resurrection stone first." The brown-haired boy said.

"Why?" the blond boy asked.

"Because if we have it, we can see their ghosts." The brown-haired boy said.

"That's pointless, Albus," said the blond boy.

The brown-haired boy was silent, letting him play with his hanging hair.

She slowly opened her eyes.

In the mirror she saw a horrible scene, just like a scene in a horror movie, the vampire bit the beauty's neck, but fortunately Lily's ghost was not here, and she was still within the scope of her tolerance, so she indulged him and fucked him Anything you want to do.

(End of this chapter)