Chapter 1075 New Goal

There is a question, what kind of person would want eternal life?

Anyway, people who live a very tired life don't want "eternal life". They place their hopes on the afterlife, hoping that they will be lucky in their next life and be born into a wealthy or what they consider to be a happy family.

This idea originates from reincarnation in Buddhism, which believes that our actions will form a force that will cause us to suffer various consequences in the future.

A person who does evil while alive will go to hell or become an animal after death; while a good person will go to the Western Paradise, or jump out of reincarnation and become a member of the Buddha.

What can you enjoy in heaven? Some people can feel it while they are alive and do not need to wait until death.

Voldemort is not addicted to the stimulation of the senses like those people. He wants immortality because he hates failure. His Boggart is said to be his own corpse.

Humans gave up immortality and gained the ability to evolve. Ordinary jellyfish will die after sexual reproduction, but the lighthouse jellyfish can return to the polyp form again. There is no limit to the number of times this process can occur, so this jellyfish can have an unlimited lifespan unless

Eaten by other animals, otherwise the lighthouse jellyfish is "immortal".

Its cells do not mutate or mutate, so they have no ability to evolve.

Human beings’ pursuit of prolonging life span and rejuvenating their youth has never stopped, especially women, who have almost become obsessed with maintaining their youthful appearance. However, no matter how much care is taken, there will never be a young woman who looks fresh and natural.

A witch like Merope who was young, lacked judgment, and was in trouble needed help. Pomona once proposed charity, but a wealthy aristocratic woman like Narcissa refused.

Even if the young girl has nothing, as long as she has a beautiful appearance, she can hurt the lady who seems to have everything.

Lies can bring benefits to yourself, so you can't help but continue to lie until the day when the paper can no longer contain the fire and everything is revealed to the world, there is no way to end it with dignity.

When Pomona brought afternoon tea to the living room, Voldemort and Severus were occupying a corner of the living room. No one spoke. If it weren't for the sound of traffic outside the window, it would be almost impossible to feel the passage of time.

This situation is really embarrassing.

The reason why some people have nothing to say is because they feel embarrassed if they can't speak. The weird thing is that Pomona and Severus don't feel embarrassed even if they don't speak. Why do they feel so embarrassed now?

It's so embarrassing, really embarrassing.

Because it was so quiet, you could even hear the sound of the plates clattering.

"Did you buy a new tea set?" Voldemort asked after she placed the tea and desserts on the coffee table.

"I bought it from Liverpool," she said quickly.

"Bone china?" Voldemort continued to ask.

"Yes!" she replied immediately.

"You are a woman of status now. You cannot entertain guests with ordinary porcelain. You will embarrass Severus." Voldemort said coldly, "Albus Dumbledore doesn't even have the most basic hospitality etiquette."

Know."

"There's no need to be frugal about this," Severus said. "You can buy a decent set of china later."

"Muggle porcelain is mixed with beef and sheep bone powder. Have you ever used porcelain mixed with dragon bone powder?"

"I thought dragon bone powder was a magic potion, just like unicorn powder." Pomona looked at Severus.

This incomprehensible guy actually used unicorn horn powder to pave the road. This was probably not his own idea.

"You don't need to save this little money." The Potions Professor who came out of the slum said with great wealth.

Damn rich people.

She glared at him, poured a cup of tea, added milk and sugar to her liking, and then stopped serving them both.

"You have to drink it and pour it yourself. You are not guests." She said indifferently. After hearing her words, neither of the two Slytherins moved. The atmosphere became extremely awkward again. It really complied with the old Eastern proverb.

Speculation is more than half a sentence.

"Tonight is the full moon, do you think werewolves will still come out?" She had nothing to say.

"It is none of my business."

They both said in unison.

"Okay then, I'll go shopping later. What do you two want to do?"

When shopping and being in the same room with their enemies, Pomona had no doubt that both Severus and Voldemort would choose the latter. This was their nature.

If they have time to go shopping, they might as well do something that they find interesting but meaningless to human beings. When men buy toys for their children, are they really for the children to play with? No, they are buying them for themselves.

I never played with it when I was a kid, but when I grew up and had the money at my disposal, I bought it as a gift for myself. Sirius also rode Harry's Firebolt.

How expensive is that broom? The boys lose their minds when they see it!

"None of you have ever ridden a broomstick?" Pomona asked.

"No!" they both said in unison.

"I remember you rode a broomstick to show it to Lily." Pomona looked at Severus with a smile. "And Harry participated in the Quidditch match for the first time, and you actually asked to be the referee."

"Ha." Voldemort sneered, "Just like a real Quidditch player."

She heard the sarcasm in Voldemort's tone, but she didn't understand it.

"No brainer," Severus muttered.

She tilted her head and wondered whether he was talking about Quidditch players being brainless, or someone else.

"He's just as pushy as his father," Severus said disgustedly.

"Is that why you gave him a hard time on Quidditch?" Pomona asked.

"If he was willing to spend more time on other aspects..."

"You have the nerve to talk about others." Voldemort interrupted Severus coldly, "You spend too much time on children's games."

"I think he lived a pretty harsh life..." Pomona said.

"The Dark Lord is right," Severus said, "I am indeed not progressing as fast as before."

"Can you alone deal with all the dark wizards in Parodo?" Voldemort asked.

"It seems you have found a common topic." She put down the unfinished tea, "Then I'm going shopping."

No one stopped her, and the two of them remained silent, but the atmosphere was no longer so weird.

"Kreacher!" Pomona yelled, and the house elf immediately appeared.

"Take good care of them both, I'm going to buy a 'dragon bone porcelain cup'." She said in a serious tone, and then left the living room.

===========================

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ginny stood at the door of the study and asked Harry Potter, who was drinking alone.

"What?" Harry raised his head in confusion.

"When you came out of Hermione's room, you know who I thought I saw just now? Professor Snape." Ginny said, "Seeing that look on your face, I didn't even doubt what you had just done in there."

"That's Hermione, what can I do?" Harry took a sip of wine and then burped.

"The first thing you do when you get home is not to kiss your wife, but to go directly to your friends."

"This house has a Loyalty Charm. As long as you don't go out, you don't have to worry about safety. Since Hermione has chosen to leave home, she must learn to follow our pace instead of us trying to accommodate her." Harry said with a facial expression.

"There it is again, are you imitating Professor Snape?" Ginny asked, "He is not a good person to imitate."

"Why?"

"He is dead and has nothing to worry about, but you have a family. Harry, are James and I a burden to you?"

"No!" Harry said immediately anxiously.

"Look, this is the person I love." Ginny leaned against the door frame and said with a smile, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Harry."

"Easier said than done, Ginny." Harry drank the wine in one gulp.

"Do you want to play with James for a while?" she asked. "George picked up some new toys that aren't on sale yet."

"He used James as a test subject?"

"If James doesn't think it's fun, Uncle George won't mass-produce it. I think every child likes to be such a 'test product.'" Ginny stretched out her hand towards him and said, "Come here."

Harry stood up, and as he took Ginny's hand, Ginny looked into his eyes and said, "Close your eyes and imagine you are in the Room of Requirement."

"But I don't have any books to hide," Harry said, staring into Ginny's brown eyes.

"This time I want to hide the Half-Blood Prince. Do you remember why we hid that book last time?"

"Because I used dark magic and hurt people with it," Harry answered.

"Who did you hurt?"

"Draco Malfoy." Harry said guiltily, "He bled a lot."

"Who saved him?"

"Snape...it's Severus." Harry corrected himself.

"You said that if we had a second son, we would call him Albus Severus Potter. You didn't use my father's name 'Arthur' because he, like the others, is to be missed.

person?"

Ginny did not use the word "dead" because James, Sirius, Albus and Severus were all deceased.

"No." Harry looked into Ginny's eyes and said, "It's because I think there is something worth learning from him. He is the bravest person I know."
To be continued...