Harry Potter Morning Light

No matter how powerful the spell is, if it doesn't hit the target, it won't be able to do what the spell should do.

The process of casting a spell can be replaced by a Muggle Mauser rifle, loading, aiming, firing, loading, aiming, and firing, all of which must be done in one step. Concentration is required in this process. If you are distracted, you will not be able to load the "bullet" even if you aim at it. The more accomplished the person, the stronger the concentration.

Young girls think that only handsome men are attractive, and when they reach a certain age, they will know that serious men are the most attractive. When he really came into her sight, it was when he was brewing the potion. In his eyes, only that pot of magic Strange things, no matter how beautiful a woman flies in front of his eyes, he doesn't care.

If the time could turn around again, she would like to dance with her prince at Malfoy Manor again, this time she would not avoid his sight and get a good look at his face.

He is no longer the child who needs to be protected by her, but an adult who can protect her, with a doting smile on the corner of his mouth, and only her in his eyes. He is still dressed in black, but he is not wearing the old Ai It's not the floral shirt that Lynn wears, but a white one. A bit of ashes stuck to it on the way out of the fireplace, making that whiteness imperfect, but she didn't clean it with a wand, she reached out and adjusted his cravat, like other ladies do themselves Like her husband, a man is always careless in the details, but he took her hand and walked to the dance floor, where he started the first dance of the party in the eyes of everyone.

Tom must be an excellent teacher. The dance moves he taught are extremely elegant, and there is no shame in having him lead her as a novice. She feels like a phoenix, bathed in the scorching sight, warm all over, just It's like it's about to float.

"Pomona, are you listening to me?"

Narcissa's voice brought her soul back, and beside her sat platinum nobleman Lucius Malfoy.

At this time, they were having breakfast on the first floor of the small hotel. The old and dirty tables, the hurried passengers, and the slovenly waiters, all had nothing to do with that gorgeous and cold Malfoy Manor.

There is French toast on the table, the smell of butter and fresh milk is very fragrant, with a cup of steaming coffee, the morning starts here.

"Why are you here?" Pomona looked at Lucius blankly, which in Badger Yard meant anger.

"Is this the way you talk to the person who pays for breakfast, Pomona?" Lucius countered unflinchingly while sipping his coffee, oh, he's that annoying Malfoy again.

It's a lot of money to pay for a family, especially since Arthur has five growing sons and one unmarried daughter. If he doesn't earn some money while he's working, he can't do it. To feed such a big family.

Lucius was in the same box as the minister, but he was arguing with the Weasleys on the top stand. It was naive and ridiculous, just like Xiaolong.

Even if Harry had money, he would not buy front row tickets alone, watch the football game alone, even if the game was exciting, it could not offset the feeling of loneliness. She should have thought that there must be other people in the minister's box at that time, It's just that she wasn't interested in Quidditch, and she didn't think the old bat would be interested in it, because he hated James Potter, and even once humiliated him in front of Lily, he tried riding a broom, but he still loved Irene, he His mother was the captain of the High Rocks team, and the Slytherin Quidditch team was no worse than Gryffindor, and Draco was also very good at Quidditch, which she hadn't noticed before.

"Are you fans of the Irish team?" Pomona said listlessly. Hufflepuff's girls are more interested in Quidditch players. A group of girls followed Victor wherever he went, and most of them were Hufflepuffs. Puff's.

"Darren O'Hare, he is the one who invented the pursuer and the eagle-head attack formation. He is fiercer and smarter than the fire dragon." Lucius said something she couldn't understand at all, and Narcissa looked at it with a smile. Looking at him, the eyes are full of admiration.

It's only been one night, so you forgive him?

"I think that last line you said was Darren O'Hare's comment on the Heidelberghounds, honey."

Narcissa surprised Pomona even more. She also knows Quidditch?

"I'm not talking about the Heidelberghounds, but the Cerberus, Sissy." Lucius patted Narcissa's hand, "He's like a burning flame."

Pomona suddenly realized who Lucius was talking about. She put her hand under the dining table and gently turned the ring on her right middle finger. If she wanted to meet, she could summon him at any time, just like he was her servant.

She couldn't help but started giggling again.

"I heard Sissy say that you are training Draco in Occlumency, how is the situation?" Lucius asked again.

"It's not very good." Pomona held her cup. "He's not focused enough."

Platinum Malfoy's parents both showed worried looks.

"Lucius, have you ever learned Occlumency?" Pomona looked at the beautiful head and wondered what was in it, was it as empty as the idiot Lockhart?

A man without thought is worse than a woman without beauty.

"I think you want to see how your dragon fights me, don't you, Christine." Lucius sneered very Malfoy "Yes, he beat me badly, you are very happy right?"

"Of course." Pomona smiled sweetly, "You deserve it."

Lucius' superficial demeanor was about to collapse, and Pomona smiled even sweeter.

"Why can you stay overnight, but he has to leave in the middle of the night?"

"He has a lot to do." Seeing Pomona change the subject, Malfoy also interjected.

"Won't there be another Quidditch World Cup?" Pomona exclaimed.

"Do the math, the World Cup is held every four years, will it be held this year?" Lucius looked at her maliciously, as if waiting to see her joke.

Harry graduated in 1997, and then they lived in seclusion for six years...

"Honey, do you know what day it is?" Narcissa looked at her sympathetically, and Lucius Malfoy immediately laughed.

"You're so naive, Malfoy!" Pomona blushed, losing track of time like a girl in love.

"Do you know how stupid I was laughing just now?" Lucius said without aristocratic air, "Also, you have to call me Uncle, Christine."

Pomona wanted to pour her coffee in his face.

"What theme do you want for the Halloween party? Honey." Narcissa asked with a smile.

"You are the hostess, it's up to you to decide." Pomona put down the glass, grabbed the toast on the plate and ate it.

"This is a gift from us, thank you for everything you have done for us." Narcissa said, "I know you have always wanted to dance with Severus."

"I didn't do anything."

"You saved us, it's so good to fight back." Narcissa turned to look at her husband, "Are you right, dear?"

Peacock looked nervously at his wife, who was as beautiful as a poisonous snake, his whole body was stiff, as if petrified, he did not dare to move.

It's really sad.

Pomona shook her head inwardly, but she still planned to help him, after all, he and Severus were allies now.

"You can forgive one betrayal, but don't trust him again, Sissy, you can't trust him wholeheartedly."

"I know." Narcissa said, looking at Malfoy, "and I haven't forgiven him yet."

"How long are you going to torture me?" Lucius complained.

"At least you have a reason to leave that prison, don't you, uncle, enjoy the feeling of freedom." Pomona smiled sweetly. "By the way, teach your son how to manage property. Even if he doesn't inherit the family business, he can't manage money at all." No, do you want him to be like Arthur Weasley?"

"Why are you so mean when you're so small," Malfoy said.

Pomona didn't bother to pay attention to him, she looked at her reflection on the dinner plate, if she didn't deliberately dress up and mature, she would always look fifteen or sixteen years old, like a child who didn't grow up, not like Sissy at all Feminine, it looks so pathetic.