Harry Potter Morning Light

Master Draco Malfoy is a little bastard who has been pampered since he was a child. The taste of a Malfoy is unquestionable. He doesn't even look down on the clothes from Mrs. Malkin's robe shop. His clothes are basically made by the extraordinary robe shop. Yes, the clothes there have another feature besides being good-looking——expensive.

For a "young master" who lived in the wizarding world all year round and whose mother sent owls to bring candy every day, he didn't like the things sold in the shops in Hogsmeade, including Honeydukes.

The reason why he came to Hogsmeade was not only to stay in school for too long and enjoy the free air, but mainly because he wanted to see the Shrieking Shack.

It was the most haunted house in all of England, and he got tricked there, ran the shit out of there, and went back to school and sued his godfather that he had encountered a ghost.

During the summer vacation, he ran back to school and wanted to be the "master of the castle", but he still remembered the thrilling memory of being chased by the bloody Baron in the castle. He still remembered that Lucius was so angry that he almost lost his mind. cane, and beat his son so hard that this time he nearly beat his godfather to his knees.

Hogwarts is full of pearly white ghosts, what's so scary?

He also learned that Harry Potter had an invisibility cloak later, but he thought it was made of the hair of an invisible beast. If he had known that the cloak was one of the Deathly Hallows, Draco would not have taken it so easily in sixth grade. It covered Harry and sent him back to London.

Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card, especially after the snow, the thatched cottages and shops have become fairy tale houses, and during Christmas, the trees here will be decorated with strings Magic candles, and the occasional owl haunts the post office.

It is also a village with only wizards, but Palodo is full of deep alleys. He is located on an undulating hill, with steps and stone-paved ramps all the way, and the gaps between stone and bricks are full of vines. Maybe in summer they would look alive, now they look like blood vessels.

The altitude here should be very high, and the clouds are blocked by the mountains, covering the mountain village like fog. Coupled with those Gothic buildings, it looks like a vampire's castle.

There are almost no shops on the street, only a tavern with a "open" sign, but its door looks decayed, and even the roof is half-collapsed. It is almost a ruin, which makes people unable to help Doubt this tavern is run by ghosts.

Severus walked in front of her and pushed the door open first. There were no customers in the tavern early in the morning, and only the bartender was busy behind the bar. The lights inside were dim, there were cobwebs on the beams, and the wooden floor was hard to walk on. It kicks up a layer of dust and makes an uncomfortable sound, as if it hasn't been replaced since the Middle Ages.

The bartender was a woman. She didn't greet customers warmly when she saw them coming. She was still cleaning up the cleaned glasses. There was a person lying on the bar counter and sleeping soundly. There were many fruit shells on the soles of his feet, and he looked like a drunk.

"This place is weird," Pomona whispered to Severus.

This is not like a village where a healing wizard lives, but more like a village ruled by a dark wizard.

Severus ignored her, found a table and sat down with Pomona across from him, and they just waited in silence.

Not long after, the bartender put the last glass back on the cup holder, and she looked up at her only table.

"What do you want?" she asked in English.

Severus held a Galleon between his fingers, waved it in front of the bartender, and placed it on the ancient table.

The bartender hesitated for a while, then came out from behind the bar and came to the side of the two.

"Message," Severus said, "tell us what you know."

The bartender reached out and grabbed the gold coin, and stuffed it into his chest in front of them.

"What do you want to know?" the bartender asked.

"What about the people in the village?"

"I'm usually at home, except for that guy." The bartender pouted at the drunk. "He's not a local. Everyone calls him 'drunk'."

"What is he doing here?" asked Pomona.

"Same as you." The bartender said frivolously, "What are you here for, dear?"

"Are you local?" Severus asked.

"No, I'm recruited, and I live in the tavern."

"How did you come to such a remote place?" asked Pomona.

"Everyone has their own privacy, I don't need to tell you." The bartender said blankly.

"What's so special about this village?" Severus asked.

"If you are referring to the scenic spot, there is a tiankeng nearby, but I don't recommend you go there. There are legends that that place is the entrance to hell."

"Is there an inn around here?" asked Pomona.

"There are a few rooms here." The bartender pointed upstairs, "but I suggest you better live in your own tent."

"Welcome?" Pomona murmured. "Merlin's beard."

"The vast majority of people come to Palo Alto only for business, and leave when they are done. If you want to travel, I suggest you change places."

"Is there any taboo that we should be aware of?" Severus asked.

"Don't knock on the door casually, the residents here don't like to be disturbed, and don't use the broomstick, I don't know who it is, but that guy has put a strong restriction here, and nothing can fly more than two meters above the ground, otherwise will fall."

"Thank you." Severus smiled.

The bartender didn't even look back, she didn't even try to sell any food.

"It's a hermitage," Severus said after she was gone.

"You say this is a seclusion?" Pomona asked in disbelief.

"Although this place is not as bustling and lively as Godric's Hollow, it is indeed a place suitable for seclusion. If foreign enemies come, the wizards here can defend together, and usually go about their own lives."

"Wow." Pomona suddenly realized.

"No wonder there is no introduction about it in travel magazines." Severus glanced at the drunk, then stood up "Come on, let's go see that sinkhole."

"Didn't you hear her? That's the entrance to hell."

"Even if it is indeed the entrance to hell, it's not taboo to go in, I just asked." Severus suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I remembered a Chinese proverb that Wang Wei told me."

"What did he say?"

"If there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you come by yourself. Isn't this the portrayal of us now?"

"Don't say that!" She covered her ears, as if refusing to listen to him.

"You said that you will accompany me in hell, senior sister, will you go with me now?" He reached out to her, as if inviting her to dance with her at a ball.

Dante once wrote in the Divine Comedy that fraud is an inherent evil of man, and it is the most tolerated by God, even surpassing murder, robbery and arson, so fraudsters will be locked in the bottom of hell.

In front of her is a brilliant double agent who is so good at lying and acting that even the Dark Lord and the White Wizard can't figure out who he is loyal to.

To go to hell with him is to go to the icy hell that is farthest from God and built for rebels.

A voice whispered in her ear, she couldn't make out what it said, but Pomona gave him her hand anyway.

"I'm going with you," she said.

What she was thinking about at the moment was the night in XZ Snow Mountain, because there were snowmen outside the cave, they dared not start a fire, so they had to hug each other to keep warm.

And that old song "Can't Help Falling in Love."

Wise men say, only fools rush in love.

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

But I still can't help falling in love with you.

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

Take my hand, take my whole life too

"Stupid woman."

This time she heard clearly, the speaker was Voldemort, a great devil who was defeated by love, what did he know about love?