Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 411 Ijustwannadancewithyou

  There is a fish in Beiming, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many miles it is. Transformed into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many miles. Flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky.

Wang Wei told him that the huge bird named Kunpeng written in Zhuangzi’s Xiaoyaoyou actually doesn’t exist, and a book called Qi Xie categorically stated that it can slap water or something. Xiaoyaoyou mainly writes about Zhuangzi's understanding of "power", which is applied to Chinese medicine. Anyway, Pomona can't understand what the Chinese people say about meridians.

In the Kabbalah tree of life, there is a path between the divine power chakra and the compassion chakra called "power". The war is ultimately a contest of "power". There are a huge number of Death Eaters, but they lack a rational leader. There was a sensible leader on the Order of the Phoenix, but he lacked sufficient manpower, so that later even the students had to go to the battlefield.

How conspicuous the badger in a group of snakes looks can be seen from the situation of Pomona. When Master Malfoy was sleeping, Pomona was being watched in the dark. Fortunately, she had wisely treated herself before. The yellow Hefpaff scarf was untied.

  Harry and Draco negotiated, and the final result of the discussion was that tonight’s results were not included in the competition statistics. Slytherin was responsible for assisting the da league to prevent eight-eyed spiders from attacking the Muggle town.

This is of course not that Slater suddenly realized the power of "love" and knew that he wanted to protect Muggles, but that when Da was working hard there, they could slept grandiosely, even if there were one or two big enough. The appearance of spiders that attack people is not a threat to them, if they are really as calm as they seem.

  The chaotic battlefield is not the Malfoy’s manor. It is very suitable for assassination. Old Malfoy has exhausted all means to continue the glory of platinum. He has become as eye-catching traitor as Karkaroff.

There are many forces entangled here, and Nawei is actually very insecure, but he hides very deeply. Apart from the sword that wiped out Nagini, no one noticed that he might also be the prophesied son of destiny. He only It is enough to keep a low profile and not be spotted. Just like the third of the three brothers, if you continue to hide under the invisibility cloak, you will be able to avoid death from being pursued.

  Pomona has been waiting for his reply after sending messages with fake Jin Jialong and Neville. Normal people are sleeping at this time now, maybe he didn't see it when he fell asleep.

  The clouds drifting across the sky obscured the moon, and the forest became darker. No one dared to flash with fluorescence. The only light source was the slug-like slug tubers in the forest and the reflection of snow.

The false alarm will not only make everyone falsely alarm, but also will be vigilant. She can't tell why, but she has a strong feeling that tonight is not over yet, if tomorrow is still the same as today, then she doesn't know what to do Now, she is very tired. She is supported by the potion. Once the effect of the medicine is over, she may be unconscious. If she was kidnapped like Buddy Crouch, it would be terrible.

  At this time, the scent of barbecue came from the wind, which is especially fragrant to people who are cold and hungry.

  Pomona followed the smell and looked at it. A group of people lighted a fire in a depression, some were sleeping in their sleeping bags, and some were baking and eating. They must be starving.

  Pomona also took out the food from her flannel bag, saved her own portion, and gave the other food in her pocket to nearby people.

The snow in December fell gently, falling from the sky like an angel’s feather, and she thought of the villa in Godlik Valley. They soaked in the bathtub that day and watched the first snow through the window together, feeling it Time shifted from late autumn to midwinter.

  To this day, Pomona finds it incredible. If she agreed to Severus’ invitation at the Christmas party that year, or she didn’t open the door for him, something would happen.

  Happiness is like a butterfly, it is difficult to survive the test of winter, so if there are butterflies flying in the snow, it will look so beautiful.

  Pomona thought of doing that, and she used the dead leaves on the ground to become a Victorian birdwing swallowtail butterfly. They are not real butterflies, they just dance like real butterflies, and they are shining green light like fireflies, flying all the way and sprinkling light all the way.

This kind of butterfly lives in the tropics, and it is impossible to appear on the snow in winter. There are many in the girls’ lounge of Hefpaff. When they appear in groups, they light up the forest. Vadaso's Mantra is also green, but it doesn't look so dazzling, with a hazy and dreamy beauty.

   "Ha, it's much better." She sighed happily, and then boiled water with a travel kettle. It was not so uncomfortable to stay up all night.

  Freedom is relatively unfree. Too much restriction or no restriction at all is abnormal. To master the balance, this is the pillar of moderation.

  On the way from the beautiful green chakra to the white crown chakra, there is also a hidden chakra—knowledge, and it is the priestess who leads people on this road.

  Knowledge is not only power, but knowledge itself is power.

  When a person’s words are believed by others, the person who speaks has power, and the obedient person will do what he says. There is little difference between a teacher and a general at this point.

   "I wish you could see, Severus." Pomona muttered, watching the butterflies flying in the forest, "It would be better if I could dance at this time."

  Wisemensay, onlyfoolsrushin says that only fools can indulge in love.

  ButIcan\'thelp, fallinginlovewithyou But falling in love with you, I can't help it.

  ShallIstay, would it beasin if this is a crime, should I stop there?

  IfIcan\'thelp, fallinginlovewithyou If I fall in love with you, I can't help it.

  Likeariverflows, surelytothesea is like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, how natural.

  Darlingsoitgoes, somethingsaremeanttobe

  Let you and I do whatever you want, if it is destined.

  Takemyhand, takemywholelifetoo hold my hand, please take my whole life.

  ForIcan\'thelp, fallinginlovewithyou Because I fell in love with you, I can't help it.

   "I and Astonia also listened to this song that day." Draco woke up while Pomona was singing, and he said indifferently, "It's not as magical as my mother said."

   "Then how did you kiss?" Pomona asked.

  Draco did not answer.

   Just when Pomona thought he wouldn’t say anything, Draco said, “She put lip balm on herself, it was pink, it smelled of candy, and it happened.”

   "Oh, Draco~" Pomona smiled ambiguously.

   "She asked me about Pansy, and asked me if I mind?" Draco's gray eyes looked at Pomona coldly. "What does she mean? Does she want to break up with me too?"

   "How did you answer?" Pomona put away her smile.

   "I told her that if you regret it, it's still too late, and then she cried and ran away. She was also on the other side of the action. She was determined to end with me, right?"

   "That's it, you guys quarreled." Pomona nodded clearly.

   "It's just a fight for you?" Draco narrowed his eyes. "You said that if she hurts me, you will teach her."

"In my opinion, you hurt her, Draco Malfoy. Do you know how fierce Pansy Parkinson is?" Pomona couldn't help sighing. "She reminds me of Bella, but she doesn't have a baby La is so beautiful, I used to see Bella taking a detour."

   "Hefpuff." Draco said with a smirk, "You are so timid."

"Do you want to see the angry Hefpuff?" Pomona waved her fist at Slytherin. "She has liked you for a long time, Draco. She wants to be in the candy business because of you, and your mother makes owls for you every day. Bring a big bag of candies. At that time, many people looked at you, and she dared to peek at you at that time. Your godfather also saw it. You can also ask him about this."

   "So?" Draco asked rhetorically.

  "Navi invited Ginny to the Christmas ball that year in the Triwizard Tournament. Why didn't you invite Astonia?"

   "She is still so young, not to mention, oh..." Master Malfoy had an epiphany.

"You were dancing with Pansy, and she was wearing a pink robe." Pomona said angrily. "I never thought there would be such a day, but I have to say I hate pink! You are like hugging A poodle is dancing."

   "Shut up!" Draco turned his back to her, as if he wanted to continue sleeping.

   "Get up! Draco Malfoy!" Pomona forced her godson to wake up, "You made the girl cry, you have to be responsible!"

   "I asked her to marry me, and she didn't promise me." Draco said dullly, "Is that the feeling of being discriminated against? Godmother?"

   "Astonia did not discriminate against you." Pomona gasped and said, "She was just scared."

"afraid of what?"

   "She will no longer be pure, she will not be a priestess." Pomona thought about the wording and said, "She will become a queen and face the **** of death."

  Draco turned his head and looked at her inexplicably.

   "I hope you never grow up." Pomona touched Master Malfoy's soft blond hair. "You can be as arrogant as you were in school, without knowing the painful things."

   "Then why did you force the godfather to grow up again?" Draco asked.

   "He is different from you..."

   "Charlotte told me about what happened during your hospitalization. You don't remember what happened at that time?"

   "I remember some."

   "Remember what?"

   "I dance with him." Pomona smiled and said, "Make a memory with Astonia. Forget Pansy, or you will lose her as well."

   "You mean, she was worried that I was still thinking about Pansy?" Draco asked, lowering his head.

"Pansy is your first love, and you've been together, physically." Pomona endured the nausea and said, "You are now second-hand, Astonia is still brand new, think about your father... "

   "Oh, don't talk about this topic!"

  Draco complained in pain and sat up.

"Asshole!" Pomona patted Master Malfoy on the back of the head severely. He held his head and dared not make a sound. Seeing his miserable appearance, Pomona couldn't help feeling very good, no wonder the old bat was so so. Like to "stroke" Harry and Ron's heads.

  (End of this chapter)