Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 678 The Belt of the God of Love

There is no one who loves outdoor sports more than the Swiss. Everyone skis in winter and hikes in summer. The best-selling outdoor products in the market are always those colorful outdoor products.

The wooden houses in the small town are not all restaurants, there are also shops selling these outdoor products, including snow shoes.

The snow in Switzerland is very deep, and if you don't wear these shoes, you will sink in. Of course, this is for Muggles, and wizards can use spells, but it will be very conspicuous.

Pomona didn't think an old bat in Slytherin would wear this kind of shoes. The overall impression of the Swiss was that they behaved elegantly and cultivated, and they didn't dress as casually as Americans. The clothes he bought in the store last night were basically That's the style.

Bern is not like Zurich, where business is not so prosperous. After 8 o'clock local time, everything is basically quiet. They go to bed early and get up early like good students with good academic performance.

Those who wear bikinis and ski in the scenic area should also be foreigners. The Swiss are very strict. They will not play like this. There are hiking route maps in the outdoor goods store. In addition to mountain climbing, you can also see the frozen lake view. There are more locals in Switzerland.

Parents who take their children out to play don't want him to see peach butts. Sirius just uses those Muggle bikinis girly Walburga, which is not posted in the dormitory of the school. As for whether he and James have hidden flowers Young Master Magazine doesn't know.

Young people can't control their curiosity. It's normal for girls to have wild dreams. If they are still like this in middle age, then there is a problem.

Self-control is another very important indicator of a man. Men's self-control is divided into age groups. A middle-aged man has the strongest self-control. If a person has no self-control in middle age, this person is basically Abandoned.

The stability and breadth of attention of middle-aged people are more mature than that of young people, and their thinking ability is relatively strong. They can have a purpose, plan, organize and arrange their lives. This kind of "mature charm" is exactly what it is difficult for young girls. resisting.

It was Pomona who arranged the lives of others in school, including Albus Dumbledore, and now she is the one who is arranged, she has to follow Severus' pace and rhythm, his desire for control and How strong is the desire to control?

Albus taught her to be frugal and control her material desires, while Severus bought what he lacked, earning money for this purpose, not only saving time, but also taking a trip as soon as he left.

Their personalities and styles are so different, just like their school management style, one is free and happy, relaxed and happy, and the other is orderly and overwhelming.

Albus is old after all, he should have retired long ago, yet he is homeless, and he puts Grindelwald, the man he should have started a family with, in prison.

Even the white wizard has things that he can't see through. Reputation is very important to Albus. His love and desire with Grindelwald make him feel ashamed. Then there is Arianna's death. No one knows in the three-person melee. Whose spell hit Arianna, perhaps, worst-case scenario, was Albus himself.

He couldn't go, Arianna's death was not the same as Albus begging Severus to end his life, it was an unfortunate accident, he traveled the world when his family needed him, he gave up too much responsibility, Ah No Fox would forgive him.

He also has no way to continue to realize that wild dream with Grindelwald. He has the most sufficient reasons to hate Muggles, but he chose to give up the road of revenge. He is a broken saint, just like his heart.

The only thing that made him happy was the children of Hogwarts. He loved those children as if he loved his grandson, and the children loved him too. The old man with the white beard was so kind, wise, and had a sense of humor. With his weird shiny robes, he can meet all the imagination of a wizard.

He should be buried in Hogwarts, but no one thought he should be buried with Grindelwald, because no one knew that he and Grindelwald were lovers.

"Is that your husband?"

Just as Pomona was staring at the big shoes in a daze, a fat middle-aged woman approached her and greeted her.

"How old is he?" the woman asked again.

Pomona felt offended. Why did she ask this?
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I just want to know how he stays that size." She gestured to Pomona to look over the other side, where another middle-aged man who was about as fat as her was looking at those camping stoves "That's My husband, can you imagine him being a swimmer when he was young?"

Pomona looked at the back of the Michelin mascot and thought of Penny's husband, Fernon.

If Severus was as obese as Fenon, or as short as Felix, no matter how infatuated he was with Lily, women would not regard him as a lover.

They will sympathize with him, instead of hoping that such a love without complaints and no regrets and no return will come to them, and even replace Lily by themselves, give him a happy ending, get married like a prince and princess in a fairy tale, and have a happy ending. live together.

She was a little proud, and pretended to be reserved and said, "He usually pays attention to exercise."

"Hiking?" the fat woman asked.

"No, he practiced fencing or something."

"Oh!" The fat woman exclaimed, and then quickly covered up, "Please forgive me, I thought fencing only appeared in the Olympic Games."

"It doesn't matter." She couldn't hide her pride, and said ecstatically, "He once fought a duel for me."

A look of jealousy was evident on the fat woman's face.

"Why are there still duels in the [-]th century?" She said with a sour taste, indirectly expressing her disbelief.

Pomona didn't bother to explain to her.

Even though his wardrobe is almost all black, he has no fashion taste at all, even though he doesn't have Lockhart's bright smile, but black clothes are very thin, and he has never maintained the standard after middle age Men with a larger body are more attractive.

Sirius is handsome and a nice person, but he is still a child who has not grown up. Other women may like it, but she really doesn't like that style.

Pomona was not interested in those colorful outdoor products in an instant. She seemed to be 30 years younger all of a sudden. She jumped to the side of the dark old bat, looked up at a 45-degree angle, and curled her fingers unconsciously. own hair.

"What are you doing?" He found it interesting, but looked at her cautiously and asked.

"It's nothing." She said briskly, reaching out to hold his arm, "I don't want to climb the mountain, how about we go to the lake?"

"Watch your waistline, Hufflepuff." He said angrily, "Greedy and don't like to exercise, are you always storing fat for hibernation?"

If there's anything one has to be careful about being a badger, it's not getting too fat, after all the Hogwarts kitchen is next door to the common room.

Slytherin is the type who is not correct in other aspects, but the "face" must be correct.

Pomona looked at his greasy hair and suddenly had a plan.

"How about finding a small lake where no one is there, just the two of us?" she whispered, "You can do whatever you want then."

He turned his gaze to the people in the store. Everyone else was shopping and didn't notice their corner.

"Why must it be by the lake?" He also lowered his voice and asked.

"Remember how you gave Harry the sword of Gryffindor, little deer." She said with a smirk. "That scene is being played in many theaters now."

"So... you want to see my patron saint?" He curled his mouth and narrowed his eyes triumphantly.

"No, I just thought that scene was beautiful." She put her other hand around his waist instead of curling her hair. "I want Slytherin's locket."

"What do you want that junk for?"

The locket that had been a Horcrux was now hung around the neck of the Black elf, and it looked tattered like the rest of Kreacher's lair, and no one would be interested in it.

But it carries a story that a desperate woman traded it for ten Galleons, and Merope could actually exchange it for more money, so that even if she died, she could leave a huge fortune, just like James Tom and Lily left the same for Harry, so maybe little Tom Riddle would not be so extreme, hating his rich and irresponsible Muggle father.

"I think it's really magical." She looked into his black eyes, which were like two holes leading to Scotland, which was as icy and snowy as Switzerland. "Have you heard the myth? The goddess of love and beauty, Fu Leia has a gold necklace, which is the same as Aphrodite's belt. Wearing it can make any woman more attractive. This necklace was made by four dwarves. Freya sacrificed her hue to get it. it."

"Sacrificing hue for a necklace?" he asked frivolously.

"Can you find a way to fix it, dwarf?" She said a little deliriously "Maybe they are the same thing, I think, Aphrodite should have a very slender waist, so that the necklace can be used as a belt, It will only become a necklace when she is pregnant and her waist is no longer slender, do you want to see me wearing it?"

He stared at her without speaking.

Gradually her mind cleared.

What could be more embarrassing than seduction not working.

"You're already attractive," he said softly. "You don't need magic to enhance it."

"No, not enough," she said stubbornly.

"You want the whole world to look at you? Like those ski girls just now?"

"No!" She said ferociously and helplessly, "It's hard to find the Illusion Grass, and the locket is right in front of you. You said you would find a way to get whatever I wanted, or did you say that the promises you said were all empty words? ?”

He sighed helplessly.

"Okay." He hugged her into his arms, "You win."

She didn't feel very happy, but it was really strange, obviously she got that treasure.

She wants more, like a greedy person with a hole in her heart that can never be filled, which she obviously wasn't like before.

(End of this chapter)