Harry Potter Morning Light

"The potion would probably paralyze Albus, cause him to forget what he was here for, cause him excruciating pain, prevent him from concentrating, or otherwise incapacitate him, but Albus believed Tom would not be poisoned. Kill him, or everyone who comes to this island." Pomona looked helplessly at Snape, the potion master, "How did he know that Tom wouldn't poison the people who came to that island? What are those infernal corpses?"

Severus smiled grimly at her, showing his yellow teeth.

"What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

"That's obviously not a mixture of the semi-finished product of the Philosopher's Stone and the water of Wangchuan, isn't it?" He said eccentrically, "You're right again."

"Oh, Severus, I don't think I beat you," she explained wearily.

But he obviously didn't accept her statement, he seemed to have degenerated to a teenager, when he was still studying.

It was his expression at this moment when a boy met a female classmate with better grades than him, and Hermione was often bullied by Draco.

"You white wizards always make the right choice, and we are always the ones who are wrong." Mr. Black wizard picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of tequila.

Butterbeer is warm and sweet, but the Slytherin who drank butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks with Lily and left a white foam "mustache" on his lips has grown up.

Tequila is a strong drink, it tastes very strong, but if you drink it too fast, you will go crazy and dizzy.

To Pomona, adult Severus was like tequila, with a poisonous tongue and acrid taste, but the wine looked as clear and transparent as water.

Agave has hard vitality, even if it grows on fairly poor soil, it will not be affected.

She looked at the muscular lines on his arms that couldn't be concealed by the black coat, and her mind began to fantasize.

That's what he worked hard to become stronger. Most people exercise in the sun, and their skin will be very tanned, but he is in secret passages and cellars, his skin is so pale, it sounds like a marble statue, no It sounds like an infernal corpse. It would be a pity if a "beast" like him turned into such a slippery dark creature.

"What are you looking at?" He said with a triumphant smile, calling back her soul that had flown to nowhere.

"Nothing." She turned her gaze away.

"You and Albus both like dark wizards." He walked over slowly with a glass of wine in his hand. "Why are you two so 'naughty'?"

Pomona didn't think Albus would be happy to be called "naughty" by Severus, but she wasn't in the mood to defend him.

She was so nervous now, her fingers were stirring the tassels on the pillow, and it didn't take long before she felt the sofa next to her sink, and a smell of sage mixed with tequila hit her face.

"If you like it, go for it. Don't be like Albus. If they can be together, there won't be so many tragedies in this world." He put his hand on her thigh, and then squeezed it hard, and she immediately looked at him in panic.

Her shadow was reflected in his dark eyes, and her eyes looked very wet, like holding tears.

"Stop..."

"You know I won't stop." He said softly, but he couldn't refuse. "I'm not a monk, and you're not a nun. It's a school, not a convent. We didn't do anything wrong."

Compared with Voldemort's pool of infernal corpses, they just had an office romance at school.

But she knew very well that no matter what excuse she used, "sin" was a sin, and if Severus could give up the black magic, Lily might fall in love with him.

"Drink it." Just as she was hesitating, Severus put a glass of tequila to her lips, just like Harry did to Albus in the cave.

"I do not want……"

He grabbed her jaw and poured the wine into her mouth.

She was like swallowing a fireball, starting from her mouth and burning all the way down her throat.

"The Vulcan used by Albus in the cave is very incomparable. If he is the one chosen by the Elder Wand, which one do you think is stronger between him and the Dark Lord?"

Justin's grandpa said there's nothing uglier than a mutilated soul, even a body ripped apart by a bomb.

However, she didn't know if he had seen the Infernal Corpse, which one was uglier than that kind of monster and twisted soul?

"Are you thinking of the Elder Wand?" she asked.

"I just want to know, why it didn't choose me, and the Dark Lord." He drank the rest of the tequila in one gulp. "Is it because we are half-breed?"

"Albus was half-blood too, his mother was a Muggle."

After finishing speaking, Pomona came to her senses, maybe the Elder Wand chose Draco not because Master Malfoy was a pure blood.

"Then why? I killed Albus Dumbledore."

"I remember Harry saying that it was Draco who used to kill you first."

"The so-called death stick is just an ordinary wand." He smirked at her while touching her thigh like a big villain. "Do you know why I hate him so much? He begged me to kill him." He, also he, did not leave me a way out, he deserved to be grave-digged."

Pomona looked at him blankly.

During the Japanese economic bubble in the 1990s, it was the bank staff who begged people to borrow money. Those who could not resist material temptations and borrowed money voluntarily were not worthy of pity, but those who were repeatedly begged and finally softened their hearts to borrow money were like Severer Si's situation is the same.

He was kind, but he was tricked by others. From then on, he had to bear huge debts, and even his original property was mortgaged.

Just like the story between Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, Mr. Dong Guo saw that the wolf rescued it pitifully, but he was almost eaten by the wolf.

"Why don't you just tell him you care about Harry?"

"I told you, I won't let him get hold of me again." He sighed wearily. "He will sacrifice anything to win."

"I never thought he was gay." Pomona clutched her hand on her thigh. Severus's hand was not as big as hers when he was a child, and now his hand was as big as Albus's.

"Me too," Severus said lowly. "Aberforth said he was good at keeping secrets."

"He really doesn't look like one at all." Pomona thought of the door-to-door service Eli, who knew he was gay at a glance, but Pomona felt that he was still hiding himself because he was in the fashion industry. , You have to behave like a "mother" before others think he is "professional".

If men’s aesthetics are left-wing and women’s aesthetics are right-wing, then homosexuals’ aesthetics are in the middle, a neutral aesthetic that is more masculine and softer than soft and masculine. In game theory, this aesthetic is most in line with Nash equilibrium. However, her I still like more masculine men, especially those who have an unyielding soul and are brave and smart, even if he is not very good-looking.

"Are you still thinking about him?" Severus asked.

"A man like him is too hard to forget." Pomona leaned on his shoulder and said, "Give me some time."

Severus sat there without speaking.

"I don't want to kill him," Severus said after a long while, "but he'll be in pain if it drags on."

"I know." She squeezed his arm and said, "Stop talking."

So they all fell silent.

After some time, the sound of a piano came from downstairs, not Bach, but a hymn.

They all felt the peace and holiness in the music, just like the angel's feathers floating down from the sky, without any intention of going anywhere, just floating freely with the wind, guiding these people to a peaceful and white world...

Happy Chinese New Year, I hope the people of Wuhan will be safe and healthy, and everyone will tide over the difficulties safely