Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1081 The fertile soil of heaven

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

  Ceramics are more heated than glass, so it can reach the temperature at which the bone meal of the fire dragon and the ceramics can be integrated.

  After a good harvest, people would revel in waves. At first, only women participated in the Bacchus festival, and men were not allowed to watch it. Later, it became more and more unscrupulous. The church therefore chose to ban the Bacchus sacrifice, but there are still many places where it continues privately.

  Compared with his amorous father, Bacchus has only one human wife. She died later, and the crown that Bacchus gave her became the North Crown.

  In fact, people don’t necessarily lose their judgment and a clear head after drinking, and the same is true when they are “conscious”.

  At Christmas that year, none of them drank alcohol, but they were confused and "drunk". The song of Elvis was playing on the radio at that time.

  The song on the gramophone this time is the Beatles’ "When I am 64".

  This song is very interesting:

  Whenigetolderlosingmyhair, manyyearsfromnow

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

  Willyoustillbesendingmeavalentine, birthdaygreetings, bottleofwine.

  Will you still give me a card and a bottle of wine on Valentine’s Day or birthday?

  Willyoustillneedme, willyoustillfeedme, wheni" msixty-four. When I am sixty-four, will you still need me, will you feed me?

  Probably the year after graduating from Severus, Pomona began to take over the kitchen, but was not very much in school at that time.

  From the age of 20 to the present, he has eaten the food she made for 25 years and is considered too greasy by Furong. He is 45 years old this year, and will be 64 years old in 19 years. From the current point of view, as long as he doesn't feel tired of eating halfway and wants to change his taste halfway, she is still willing to feed him.

   "Is the door locked?" she asked dazedly.

   "There is only Draco here." He sniffed her body and said vaguely.

   "This is your godson's house!" She suddenly became sober "You are his godfather!"

  He ignored her at all.

   "It's a bit shameful! Oh! How do you look majestic in front of him in the future?" She pushed the guy away hard.

  "He is also an adult, oh..." He was hit by a pillow, as if it were real.

   "You bad things!" she said angrily.

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

  She tightened the coat on her body hard, although her figure is boring in someone's words.

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

   "It feels wrong." She said righteously.

   "How does it feel?"

   "Can't be in front of the child!"

   "How old do you think Draco Malfoy is?"

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

   Severus growled angrily.

  "Didn't you know that he is impure?"

  Pomona thought of Pansy Perkins’ thighs and the platinum head that was sleeping on her lap.

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

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

  Perhaps it was because she knew that she had just woke up and she was not in good health. He was more restrained. The sound of clothes rubbing was like a snake crawling. Fortunately, the sound of music covered it.

  Albus said that the most intense and spectacular reaction in chemistry occurs in non-metals. Although the human body conducts electricity, it is non-metal.

  She felt that the puzzle was almost breaking through, but it was still a little bit close. This feeling disturbed her, so she reached out and held him.

   "Help me...help me."

  He whispered in her ear.

   "How do you want me to help you?"

  She wants to be a troublemaker again.

   Perceiving her movement, Severus stiffened a bit, then whispered in her ear.

   "Bad girl."

  Severus didn't look very good-looking, but her voice was really nice. The tone he spoke just now was ambiguous and a little conniving, so she became more and more bold.

  The snake entwining her body was still bewitching, and it tightened more and more, but he was very careful not to strangle her.

  Her hair has grown a lot, scattered on the pillows of the sofa, and her thighs are lifted up with the hem of the pajamas, exposed in the warm air of May.

  This day is Xiaoman. The grains of summer crops are beginning to fill up and full, but they are not yet mature, but Xiaoman, not yet full. The sun reaches 60° of the yellow longitude, which is also the last day of Taurus. Tomorrow, May 21, will be Gemini, and Draco's birthday is approaching.

The stockings are scattered on the floor like a moulting snake. The long curtains are ajar, dancing with the breeze, wild flowers swaying among them, grasshoppers screaming in the bushes, and then by the lazy snakes and roaches that are lively because of the warming temperature. The pile was eaten.

  This natural sonata reverberated in the Baroque manor, the rabbits leaped across the grass, and then rushed into the hole at lightning speed.

  She made a pleasant and happy voice.

The manor is built on very fertile soil, which is very suitable for growing olives and cherries, and perhaps some sage and jasmine, so that when summer comes, they can enjoy the comfort of the garden full of flowers and the comfort of being surrounded by fountains. .

Her hand passed through his thick black hair, and his black eyes looked straight at her. The adolescent skinny had disappeared from him, and he became strong, but his figure was still not considered fit. After all, he was not an athlete. His face looked a little haggard, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time.

   "Oh my God." She whispered.

   "Don't make a fuss." He said calmly.

  This made her feel irritated, but was quickly taken away by his actions.

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

  The two young people patronized the new home and forgot to deal with the wasteland outside the manor. It was still desolate and deserted.

  She looked at Severus again, and he stopped, trembling all over, his face turned pale.

  For a moment, she thought it was caused by the open wound on his neck and excessive bleeding.

   Then she found out that he was scared. If he was a child, he could cry, but he was holding it back, and it turned out to be 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 did so. Pomona took him into the forest in her mind and asked him to dance with herself. The beautiful forest once became very gloomy, with wailing and roaring everywhere.

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

  This kind of peasant girl's rhetoric would have caused a joke, but she still said it without thinking.

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

   "I will." He said listlessly.

   "You are so brave." She approvingly said, "It will be fine, Prince."

   "At least they didn't print the information like last time." Severus said, "There is also a half-blood wizard registry."

   "There is a werewolf office."

   "Kingsley didn't force the werewolves to register, and the funny trial." Severus said with hatred, "That's a shame at all."

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

  "Are you not interested in me?" Pomona smiled and said, "What are we doing now?"

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

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

  Today's life may be unsatisfactory, but we must also look at the good places. Some people only look at what others don’t have, and some look at what they have.

  Astonia’s business has just started now. Whether it can be independent or not is still a problem. It just so happens that there is a fertile soil here. When you have an orchard, you will at least be able to do fruit business, and you will not be afraid of the old peacock if you have a stable income.

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

  There are alternatives, even if one son is missing, she doesn’t feel so distressed. Only when the second son is also missing, she knows that she regrets and seals her soul on a painting before dying crazy.

  She has to wait for Regulus to return home. As for Sirius, she no longer recognizes him as a son.

  Sometimes a woman’s heart is more cruel than a man. Although a woman’s emotions are richer than that of a man, as long as she is unfeeling, she may do very unexpected things.

  At least Naxisha did not poison the old Malfoy, so Naxisha is not that bad, and it is precisely because of this that he can teach a son like Draco.

  (End of this chapter)