Harry Potter Morning Light

On the shelf full of second-hand bone china, Pomona chose only one set, the surface of the lake green ceramics was covered with purple vines.

Porcelain heats up more than glass, so it can reach the temperature that the dragon's bone meal will fuse with the ceramic.

After the harvest, people will revel in wild and unrestrained forms. At the beginning, only women participated in the Dionysus Festival, and men were forbidden to watch it. Later, it became more and more unscrupulous. The Church therefore chose to ban Dionysian sacrifices, although in many places they continued in private.

Compared with his amorous father, Dionysus had only one human wife. She died later, and Dionysus changed the crown he gave her into the Coronation of the North.

In fact, people do not necessarily lose their judgment and clear mind after drinking, the same is true when they are "sober".

At Christmas that year, none of them had any alcohol, and they ended up getting "drunk" in a daze, and Elvis Presley was playing on the radio.

This time the song on the phonograph was the Beatles song "When I'm 64."

This piece is very interesting:

when i get older losing my hair, many years from now

When I get old and my hair falls out, after many, many years,

will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine.

Would you still send me a card and a bottle of wine on Valentine's Day, birthday?

will you still need me, will you still feed me, when i"m sixty-four. will you still need me, will you still feed me?

Around the year Severus graduated, Pomona started taking over the kitchen, but she wasn't much in school by then.

From the age of 20 to the present, he has eaten the food she cooked for 25 years, which was considered too greasy by Furong. He is 45 years old this year, and he will be 64 years old in nineteen years. From the current point of view, as long as he doesn't get tired of eating halfway and wants to change his taste halfway, she is still willing to feed him.

"The door is locked?" she asked in a daze.

"There's only Draco here." He sniffed her scent and mumbled.

"This is your godson's house!" She suddenly woke up. "You are his godfather!"

He ignored her at all.

"A bit of shame! Oh! How will you put on a majestic look in front of him in the future?" She pushed the guy away hard.

"He's an adult too, oh..." He was hurt by a pillow, as if it was real.

"You rascals!" she said angrily.

He opened his mouth for a while, but finally said nothing, moved away from her, and sat down very well.

She tried her best to tuck in the coat on her body, although her figure was lackluster as someone said.

"What's wrong with you?" Severus asked impatiently.

"It doesn't feel right," she said sternly.

"What does it feel like?"

"Not in front of children!"

"How old do you think Draco Malfoy is?"

"No matter how old he is, he is still a child in my eyes!"

Severus growled angrily.

"Didn't you already know that he was impure?"

Pomona thought of Pansy Perkins' lap, and the platinum head that lay in her lap.

"Merlin's beard..." She not only sighed, "How evil is Slytherin?"

"You will know." He said and pushed her down impatiently.

Perhaps it was because he knew that she had just woken up and was not in good health. He was relatively restrained, and the sound made by the friction of his clothes was like a snake crawling. Fortunately, the sound of music covered it up.

Albus said that the most violent and spectacular reactions in chemistry take place in non-metals. Although the human body conducts electricity, it is a non-metal.

She felt that the puzzle was almost broken, but it was just a little bit too close, and this feeling upset her, so she put her arms around him.

"Help me...save me."

He whispered in her ear.

"How do you want me to help you?"

She wanted to be a troublemaker again.

Sensing her movement, Severus stiffened for a moment, then whispered in her ear.

"Bad girl."

Although Severus didn't look very good-looking, his voice was really nice. Just now, his tone of voice was ambiguous and conniving, so she became more and more bold.

The snake wrapped around her was still bewitching and tightened, but he was careful not to strangle her.

Her hair had grown a lot, and it was scattered on the sofa pillows, her thighs were lifted up with the hem of her pajamas, exposing them to the warm air in May.

This day is Xiaoman. The grains of the summer crops are full of grout, but they are not yet mature, just Xiaoman, not yet full. The sun reaches 60° longitude of the celestial longitude, which is also the last day of Taurus. Tomorrow, May 21st, is Gemini, and Draco's birthday is coming up.

Stockings spilled on the floor like molting snakes, the long curtains were half-opened, wildflowers swayed in the breeze, grasshoppers chirped in the bushes, and then lazy snakes cockroaches enlivened by warmer temperatures The heap was eaten.

The natural sonata echoed through the baroque manor as the rabbits hopped across the grass before sprinting into their burrows at lightning speed.

She let out a sound of comfort and joy.

The estate is built on very fertile soil, perfect for growing some olives and cherries, maybe sage and jasmine, so that when summer comes they can enjoy the comfort of a garden full of flowers and surrounded by fountains .

She ran her hands through his thick black hair, and his black eyes looked straight at her. The thinness of adolescence had disappeared from him, and he had become strong, but his figure was still not fit. After all, he was not an athlete. His face looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time.

"My God." She whispered.

"Don't make a fuss," he said calmly.

This made her feel annoyed, but was quickly carried away by his actions.

She slumped on the sofa, surrounded by the bitter smell of cigarettes and strong blood. This is what really happened. The flower orchard full of olives has not yet begun to break ground.

The two young men were so busy renovating their new home that they forgot to deal with the wasteland outside the manor, which was still desolate and deserted.

She looked at Severus again, who stopped, trembling all over, and turned very pale.

For a moment, she thought it was the wound on his neck that was open and bleeding too much.

Then she found out that he was afraid. If he was a child, he could cry, but he held back, and it turned out like this.

"Don't think about it." She held his cheek and said softly, "Look at me, let me help you forget."

He was very obedient and complied. Pomona took him into the forest in her mind and let him dance with her. The beautiful forest once became very gloomy, full of wailing and roaring.

"Take off your shoes," she said. "Move your toes, do you like the feeling of stepping on the ground?"

Such remarks like a peasant girl would have caused a joke, but she said it without thinking.

"I'm still afraid of caterpillars, can you catch them for me?"

"I will," he said listlessly.

"You are brave," she said approvingly. "It will be all right, Prince."

"At least they're not printing materials like last time," Severus said. "And the Half-Blood Registry."

"There's a werewolf office."

"Kingsley didn't force werewolves to register, and that ridiculous trial." Severus said bitterly, "That's a humiliation at all."

It can be seen that Severus, who likes to be Prince, is not a pure-blood. He knew very well that when the Muggle-borns were squeezed out, it was his turn to be the next half-blood wizard to be squeezed out.

"You're not interested in me anymore?" Pomona said, smiling. "Look what we're doing now?"

"Am I dreaming?" he asked "Are you real?"

She leaned over and kissed him, letting the feeling tell him the answer.

Today's life may be unsatisfactory, but we must also look at the good things. Some people only look at what others have that they don't have, while others look at what they have.

Astonia's business has just started now, and whether it can be independent is still a question. It happens that there is a piece of fertile soil here. When there is an orchard, at least it can do fruit business, and if it has a stable income, it will not be afraid of that old peacock.

Lucius is still not as ruthless as Walburg, he will not take the manor away, after all Draco is his only son, unlike Sirius who has a younger brother Regulus.

With an alternative, even if a son is missing, she doesn't feel so distressed. Only when the second son is also missing, she realizes that she regrets it, and seals her soul on a painting before dying like a madman.

She had to wait for Regulus to come home, and as for Sirius, she no longer recognized him as her son.

Sometimes a woman's heart is more ruthless than a man's. Although a woman's emotions are more abundant than a man's, as long as she is unfeeling, she may do very unexpected things.

At least Naxisha didn't poison old Malfoy to death, so Naxisha wasn't that bad, and it was precisely because of this that he could teach a son like Draco.