Harry Potter Morning Light

There is a fish in Dark North, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is. It turns into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is. Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

Wang Wei told him that the huge bird named Kunpeng written in Zhuangzi's Happy Journey does not actually exist. A book called Qixie said with certainty that it can slap water or something. The article of Xiaoyaoyou mainly writes about Zhuangzi's understanding of "strength", which is applied in Chinese medicine. Anyway, Pomona has no way of understanding what the Chinese people call meridians.

In the Kabbalah tree of life, there is a path called "strength" between the divine power chakra and the compassion chakra. War is ultimately a contest of "strength". There are a huge number of Death Eaters, but they lack a rational leader. The Order of the Phoenix has a sensible leader, but lacks sufficient manpower, forcing even the students to go to the battlefield.

How conspicuous a badger in a group of poisonous snakes looks, you can see from Pomona's current situation. When Master Malfoy was sleeping, Pomona was being watched in the open and in the dark. Fortunately, she was very wise to put herself The yellow Hufflepuff scarf was undone.

Harry and Draco had negotiated, and the final result of the discussion was that tonight's results were not included in the game statistics, and Slytherin was responsible for assisting the Da Alliance to prevent eight-eyed spiders from attacking the Muggle town.

Of course, it's not that Slater suddenly realized the power of "love" and knew to protect Muggles, but that they can sleep lazily when da is working hard there, even if there are one or two that are big enough to The presence of attacking spiders was no threat to them, if only they were as peaceful as they seemed.

The chaotic battlefield is not the Malfoy family's manor, which is very suitable for assassination operations. Old Malfoy has exhausted all means to keep the glory of platinum, and he has become a traitor as eye-catching as Karkaroff.

There are many forces entangled here, and Neville is actually very insecure, but he hides very deeply. Except for the sword that wiped out Nagini, no one has noticed that he may also be the child of destiny in the prophecy. It is enough to keep a low profile and not be discovered, just like the third of the three brothers, who can escape the pursuit of death by continuing to hide under the invisibility cloak.

Pomona had been waiting for a reply from him after she had sent the fake Galleon to Neville. Normal people are sleeping at this time, maybe he fell asleep and didn't see it.

Clouds drifting across the sky covered the moon, and the forest became even darker. No one dared to use fluorescent lights. The only light source was the reflection of slug-like babo tubers and snow in the forest.

False alarms will not only make everyone a false alarm, but also cause vigilance. She can't explain why, but she has a strong feeling that tonight is not over yet, and if tomorrow is the same as today, she doesn't know what to do Now, she is very tired now, and she is supported by the potion. After the effect of the potion wears off, she may pass out. If she is kidnapped like Buddy Crouch, it will be terrible.

At this time, the smell of barbecue came in the wind, which is not to mention the fragrance for people who are cold and hungry.

Pomona followed the smell. A group of people lit a fire in a hollow, some slept in sleeping bags, and some roasted food. They must be starving.

Pomona also took out food from her flannel bag, saved her own portion, and gave the rest of the food in her pocket to the nearby people.

The December snow was falling softly, falling from the sky like angel feathers, and she thought again of the cottage in Godric's Hollow, the day they soaked in the bathtub, watched the first snow through the window together, felt Time shifts from late autumn to midwinter.

To this day Pomona finds it incredible that if she had said yes to Severus' invitation to the Christmas party that year, or if she hadn't opened the door for him, what would have happened.

Happiness is like a butterfly, it is difficult to survive the test of winter, so how beautiful it would be if there were butterflies flying in the snow.

Pomona thought of it and did just that, turning dead leaves from the ground into a Victoria birdwing butterfly. They are not real butterflies, they just fly like real butterflies, flashing green light like fireflies, and sprinkle light powder along the way.

This kind of butterfly lives in the tropics, and it is impossible to appear on the snow in winter. There are many in Hufflepuff's girls' lounge. When they appear in groups, the forest is illuminated. The Vada Kedavra is also green, but it doesn't look so dazzling, and it has a hazy and dreamy beauty.

"Ha, it's much better this way." She sighed happily, and then used a travel kettle to boil water, so staying up late was not so uncomfortable.

Freedom exists relatively without freedom. It is abnormal to have too many restrictions or no restrictions at all. To grasp the balance, this is the pillar of moderation.

On the way from the beautiful green chakra to the white crown chakra there is a hidden chakra - knowledge, and it is the priestess who leads people on this road.

Knowledge is not only power, knowledge itself is power.

When a person's words are believed by others, the person who speaks has power, and obedient people will do what he says. In this regard, there is not much difference between a teacher and a general.

"I wish you could see it, Severus." Pomona murmured as she watched the butterflies fluttering in the forest. "It would be even better if I could dance at this time."

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can't help, falling in love with you, but I can't help it.

Shall I stay, would it be a sin If it's a sin, should I stop there?

If I can't help, falling in love with you

Like a river flows, surely to the sea, how natural it is.

Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be

Just let you and me follow the fate, if this love is destined.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help, falling in love with you Because I can't help falling in love with you.

"Astonia and I also listened to this song that day." Draco woke up when Pomona was singing, and he said indifferently, "it's not as magical as mom said."

"Then how did you kiss?" Pomona asked.

Draco didn't answer.

Just when Pomona thought he wouldn't say it, Draco said "She put lip balm on herself, it was pink, it smelled like candy, and then it happened."

"Oh, Draco~" Pomona smiled ambiguously.

"She asked me about Pansy, and if I don't mind?" Draco's gray eyes looked at Pomona coldly. "What does she mean? Does she want to break up with me too?"

"How did you answer?" Pomona put away her smile.

"I told her that if you regret it, it's still too late, and then she ran away crying. She was also on the other side of this operation. She is determined to end it with me, right?"

"So that's it, you two had a fight." Pomona nodded knowingly.

"It's just an argument to you?" Draco narrowed his eyes. "You said you'd teach her a lesson if she hurt me."

"In my opinion, you hurt her, Draco Malfoy, do you know how fierce Pansy Parkinson is?" Pomona couldn't help sighing, "She reminds me of Bella, but she doesn't have Bella Bella is so beautiful, I used to take a detour when I saw Bella."

"Hufflepuff," Draco said with a sneer, "you're so cowardly."

"Do you want to see Angry Hufflepuff?" Pomona waved her fist at Slytherin "She's liked you for a long time, Draco, and she wants to be in the candy business because of you, your mother makes you owl every day Bring a large bag of candy, at that time many people looked at you, she dared to peek at you at that time, your godfather also saw it, you can ask him about this."

"So?" Draco asked back.

"Neville invited Ginny to the Christmas ball that year in the Triwizard Tournament, why didn't you invite Astonia?"

"She's still so young, let alone, oh..." Master Malfoy had an epiphany.

"You were dancing with Pansy, and she was wearing a pink gown." Pomona said angrily, "I never thought it would be like this, but I have to say I hate pink! A poodle is dancing."

"Shut up!" Draco turned his back on her, as if wanting to go back to sleep.

"Get up! Draco Malfoy!" Pomona forced her godson to wake up. "You made the girls cry, you are responsible!"

"I proposed to her, but she didn't agree to me." Draco said sullenly, "Is this the feeling of being discriminated against? Godmother?"

"Astonia didn't discriminate against you." Pomona gasped. "She was just scared."

"afraid of what?"

"She will no longer be pure, she will no longer be a priestess." Pomona said, thinking about the words, "she will become an empress, facing death directly."

Draco turned his head and looked at her inexplicably.

"I hope you never grow up." Pomona stroked Master Malfoy's soft blond hair. "You can be as arrogant as you were in school before, and you don't need to know those painful things."

"Then why are you forcing the godfather to grow up again?" Draco asked.

"He's different from you..."

"Charlotte told me what happened during your hospital stay, and you don't remember anything about it?"

"I remember some."

"Remember what?"

"I danced with him," Pomona said, smiling. "Make a memory with Astonia, and forget Pansy, or you'll lose her too."

"You mean, she's worried that I'm still thinking about Pansy?" Draco asked with his head down.

"Pansy was your first love, and you were still together, physically." Pomona said, holding back her nausea, "You are second-hand now, and Astonia is brand new, think about your father... "

"Oh, don't talk about that subject!"

Draco sat up grumbling in pain.

"Bastard!" Pomona slapped Master Malfoy on the back of the head hard. He covered his head and dared not make a sound. Looking at his miserable appearance, Pomona couldn't help but feel emotional. The hand feels so good, no wonder the old bat is so Loved "stroking" Harry and Ron's heads.