Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1090 "Sleep with Me"

  Harry firmly grasped the handle of the Flying Motorbike.

  Although the power of flying motorcycles is amazing, they don’t fly as fast as Ye Qi. They only came to London just before midnight.

  Ron was asleep in the bucket, and he didn't wake up until Harry dropped the car to the ground.

   "Merlin's beard, can't you stop it? I thought we crashed!" Ron yelled.

  Harry found a place on the side of the road to stop and unfastened the straps of his helmet.

   "I think I stopped better than you last time. The crazy beating willow almost killed us."

   "That was the first time I drove."

"me too."

   "So what do you want to express? You are better than me in everything, right? Director!"

   "You know I don't want to be a director! Ronald!" Harry glared at Ron.

   "Yes, you don't want to be at all." Ron perfunctorily, looking at the alley. "Where are we?"

   "London, Muggle community." Harry said nonchalantly, "This street corner is ours. We are now the Aurors on duty."

  Ron was silent for a while, then said, "Why can you wear a jacket, but I can't?"

   "You can ask Hermione to buy one for you too." Harry said hard.

   "She is so busy now, how can she still remember me." Ron grumbled angrily.

   "You can also buy one yourself." Harry said again.

   "That would be boring."

   "Then what do you think is interesting?"

  Ron looked at the sky, and the full moon appeared and disappeared in the dark clouds.

  "Do you think it will rain?"

   "The motorcycle has no roof, if you want to stay in a roofed car..."

   "I want to buy a flying car by myself, right?" Ron interrupted Harry, then got up from the bucket.

   "Where are you going?" Harry asked.

   "Buy some coffee, I guess we will be staying up tonight again." Ron walked towards a store with pink coffee neon lights.

  After Ron disappeared from the shop, Harry was alone in the alley, and dogs barking occasionally in the dark apartment nearby.

The moonlight, the barking of the dog, and the beating willow just mentioned reminded Harry of the night when the gentle Dark Arts defense teacher Remus Lupin turned into a werewolf in front of them, in order to protect them. Yes, there are two people in front of them.

"There is an ingredient in the snake's venom that prevents the wound from healing." Arthur Weasley said relaxedly, lying on the bed in the St. Mungo Hospital. "But they believe they can find an antidote. Many situations."

   "I want to watch the light in your eyes disappear!" In the cemetery of Riddle's house, the resurrected Voldemort clamored that he was going to kill Harry Potter himself.

   "Look... at... I..." The man Harry once hated opened his black eyes and looked at Harry. "You have your mother's eyes."

   "I recognized you from the first time I saw you, Harry, you look exactly like your dad..." Remus said with a smile.

   "But my eyes look like mom." Harry interrupted Remus with a smile.

   "Good job! James!" Sirius Black cheered loudly in the death hall of the Department of Mystery.

But before long, a green flash hit Sirius, and he slowly fell backwards. It took him a long time during this process. He passed through the curtain on the arch and curled up into a graceful arch. Shape, fell into the ancient corridor. There was an expression of fear and surprise on that decadent, handsome face. The curtain fluttered for a while, as if being blown by a gust of wind, and then it was calm.

   "Look, this is the crux of the problem." The hoarse-voiced mermaid grinned weirdly. "You watched him die because you didn't want to save him. You already sentenced him to death while he was alive."

   Harry unbuttoned the collar of his jacket. He buttoned it up because it was too cold. The neckline made him feel suffocated, so he unbuttoned it again.

  Death is actually easy, whether he witnessed it with his own eyes or experienced it.

  At the edge of the forbidden forest, the dementors were wandering around, and Harry couldn't cast the patron saint like the last time he was in the forbidden forest.

  He took the Snitch from his pocket and kissed it with his lips. The gold-like shell of the Snitch slowly cracked open. By the moonlight, he saw a black stone with the emblem of the Peverier family on it.

That is the resurrection stone. In fact, it cannot resurrect anything, but when Harry took the stone in his hand, some familiar figures came to him: James, Sirius, Lupin, and his mother Lily, They all have loving smiles on their faces.

  But there is no Severus Snape.

  The misunderstanding has been resolved, and Harry wrongly blamed him, so why didn’t Severus come?

  If Severus heard this question, he would certainly say sarcastically, "Participating in an old friend party? It’s really touching. Should we give a hug?"

   "What a stupid question." Harry muttered to himself violently, fiddled with his hair, making it even more messy.

  If Harry is just an ordinary person, he can choose to forget this question and continue living. But now he is a judge and he needs to make a fair judgment. He cannot judge whether a person is guilty or innocent based on his likes and dislikes.

  For a young man under 26, this is really too difficult.

  One of his decisions will change the fate of a person, just like Sirius, he was imprisoned in Azkaban for 12 years as an innocent person.

  When did Sirius go to jail? He should be younger than Harry's current age, but he was older than Harry when he escaped from prison.

Just when Harry was thinking about the problem in a daze, another motorcycle sound came from far and near in the darkness. Not long after, a dazzling light hit Harry’s eyes, and he subconsciously covered it with his hands. .

   Then, more light and more roar of motorcycles came over, and a convoy of heavy motorcycles drove into the alley. These people wear exaggerated rivet jackets with tattoos and look fierce and scary.

  They found Harry who was alone, but did not drive past, but stopped in a semicircle around him.

   "Is that your car?" asked a knight wearing a skull scarf.

   "Yes." Harry quietly took his wand in his hand.

  "Such a car is rare now. How much did you spend?" The knight asked again.

  "This is a gift from my godfather." Harry said.

   "It's well maintained." The knight looked at the motorcycle. "But carrying a bucket is not suitable for drag racing. What do you want to do while walking outside so late? Young man."

   "What do you want to do?" Harry said calmly, looking into the other person's eyes, as if he was going to fight with someone.

  The middle-aged knight smiled.

   "Harry!" Ron took two cups of coffee and stared at the scene in surprise.

  The middle-aged glanced at Ron, didn't say anything, turned the accelerator, and these "steel monsters" began to move slowly.

  After the speeding party in Aunt Petunia’s eyes had left, Ron ran over.

   "Are you okay? Did they trouble you?" Ron asked concerned.

  Harry smelled the exhaust gas left by those heavy motorcycle exhaust pipes. The strange thing was that although the exhaust gas was poisonous and suffocated him, he felt a lot more energetic and didn't need coffee to refresh himself.

His heart is beating vigorously, like the engine of a motorcycle, it is a different feeling from riding a broomstick, even the real dragon Harry has ridden it, which is the end of Gringotts, and that feeling It is also different.

  "Why would anyone like motorcycles so much, a metal monster that makes frantic noises?" Harry asked Ron.

  Ron was stunned.

   "I think it looks cool." Ron said after a while.

"But I don't think so." Harry looked at Ron and said, "I like it because Sirius once owned it. Just now that person said that with a trailer, this car is not suitable for drag racing. I think Sirius is also Not a person who seeks excitement."

"and so?"

   "Put on the helmet, Ron, we can't wait here foolishly. Have you ever seen the Seeker waiting for the Snitch to fly in front of you?"

   "Wait until I finish this cup of coffee." Ron said, "I bought a donut, would you like to eat it?"

  Harry looked at the doughnut in the paper bag and reached for one.

   Ron sat on the edge of the bucket and gobbled it up.

  The sound of rock music came from a bar not far away, and occasionally men and women came out laughing and laughing.

  "It’s like our fourth-grade Christmas ball." Harry said with a smile, "Dean is still wondering how we dated the most beautiful girl in school."

   "They won't be the most beautiful when Fleur is here." Ron said vaguely.

   "You dare to invite her." Harry laughed at Ron.

   "I at least tried it, how about you?" Ron said solemnly.

  Harry quickly buried his head and took a big bite of the doughnut.

   "I can't believe she actually chose a Ravenclaw in the end." Ron muttered angrily, "That kid giggled all night, like the second Lockhart."

   "I don't think Roger is giggling."

   "Did you come over and listen?"

"Do not!"

   "Then how do you know he didn't giggle?"

   "I... Forget it, don't care." Harry gave up arguing with Ron about the issue.

  "Do you know, Ron." Harry said a moment later, "Dumbledore once said that sometimes our sorting house is too sloppy."

   "When did he say that?"

   "What he said to Snape, I saw Snape's memory in the final battle. I think he thought Snape was a brave man..."

   "Don't be silly, it must be Snape beautifying himself." Ron interrupted Harry. "How about Snape being brave? Does he still want to be assigned to Gryffindor?"

   Harry imagined that there were people like Snape in Gryffindor, and suddenly felt that he was mentally hurt.

  "Are you sure Dumbledore was sober when he said this?" Ron asked.

   "That's Snape's memory, how do I know."

   "Memory can be faked Harry. Slughorn's memory is fake. You have to work a lot to get the real memory. Don't take Snape's memory too seriously."

  Harry shuddered all over, looking at Ron with a leaky expression on his face.

   "Is this what you think?" Harry asked in surprise.

   "No," Ron said.

   "That's Hermione, right?"

   "I don't want to talk about this topic."

   "You think I was cheated, and then I went to die, right?"

   "Snape is not to be trusted."

"Oh, is it? You still can't believe him after he has done so many things?" Harry said excitedly. "It is because we don't trust him that we watched him die. He actually did. There is a chance to live."

   "Don't be so excited, Harry." Ron said in annoyance, "Since when have you been concerned about Snape's life and death?"

   "It has nothing to do with my mother." Harry said after a moment of silence, "I just don't think he deserves to die."

   "Even if he tricked you into death?" Ron sneered disdainfully.

   "He told me that I was the last Horcrux."

   "You are not. If Voldemort knew that you were his last Horcrux, he would not use a killing spell on you."

   "I know, I made it by accident..."

   "I told you that the memory may be fake, don't be fooled by him." Ron interrupted Harry.

   "I don't think so." Harry said categorically. "I can feel it. He is telling the truth."

  Ron threw away the unfinished coffee.

"Let's go."

  Harry watched Ron wear his helmet, and put on his own helmet.

   "Do you think there is still a mixed-blood Veela in our school?" Harry suddenly asked.

"what?"

  Harry didn’t talk to Ron in detail.

  Because this was also in Snape's memory, he looked at the backs of Fleur and Roger and said that he was not a coward.

  Harry often sees a girl behind a motorcycle rider. Maybe this is the reason why motorcycle lovers like to ride it. It's an experience that you can't feel in a car.

   "Nothing..." Harry was interrupted by the brooch-shaped speculum flashing on Ron's chest before he could finish his words.

  Screams came one after another from the bar not far away.

  The two who were about to ride away took out their wands and rushed to the scene of the crime.

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"Life is so terrible, and the reason why I can live is because the power of magic calms this evil force." After finishing a transformation, the young Remus lay bitterly on the floor of the screaming room. "A world full of magic actually makes people feel full of fear, because it is so unreasonable. Human reason has no effect at this moment, so what will happen is completely unpredictable. This kind of life full of surprises is comparable Counting the days every day, if there are still a few days of full moon, it will be much better. I am a wizard, senior sister, but what are you?"

"I……"

   "You only have your head turned into a bird." Remus looked at her calmly. "I remember your patron saint is a swan. The head of that bird doesn't look like a swan."

   "Stop!" she said with a trembling voice.

  Severus retreated from her memory, neither of them spoke.

   "I made you miss your nightmare, how did you think of Lupin?" he asked.

   "It is a nightmare for me whether it is the maze or the werewolf." Pomona touched the tears on her face. "Do you think that if we fail, will there be an additional bird head on the maze?"

   "We will not fail."

   "It was you who said that I was just thinking."

  He put his finger on her lips.

  "Don't think about it." He said softly, "It's time for bed, you will forget everything after you sleep."

   "I can't sleep." She leaned on his shoulder wearily and said, "And I'm scared."

   "Afraid of nightmares?"

  She nodded.

   "I'm sorry." He whispered, "You were a happy person."

   "Maybe because I slept for two months and can't sleep anymore." She changed her words.

   "But I want to sleep, can you sleep with me?"

  Pomona gave up her position and let Severus lie down. He hugged her in his arms, nose to her neck, and the heat sprayed onto her skin with his breath.

   "Good night, senior sister." He said softly.

   "Good night, prince." She also replied in a low voice, her eyes rolled a half circle in the bedroom, and finally landed on the vanity mirror.

  In the mirror, he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, the scars on his neck were hit by the moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  She wondered how she used to rescue the man who fell in the pool of blood. She must first learn to boil the snake poison and prepare the blood tonic, and...

  A sound of birds flapping their wings interrupted her thoughts.

   "Good night." She heard a man's voice, and then she didn't remember anything, as if she had fallen asleep.

  　 Riding my beloved little motorcycle, it will never get stuck in traffic~

  (End of this chapter)