Chapter 1080 The Carousel of Life

It's hard to imagine that Draco Malfoy, who used to call Hermione "Mudblood", would actually live peacefully with Muggles under the same roof, although he was most likely to be too enthusiastic about love and ignored this.

It's one o'clock.

Even when he saw her godmother, who had been in a coma for two months, Draco just said "hi" as a greeting, and then followed Astonia to decorate their new house.

Old Malfoy still bought the Greek-style villa on the Brenta River, but now it has been transformed into a Greek style. Draco and Astonia hugged each other according to the designer's drawings,

Kiss me, the pillars and eaves of the house are deformed, making it look like conjoined twins.

Robbie was still working at Malfoy Manor, and Honey came with the newlyweds. It was better to expect the aristocratic young man and woman to be able to do housework than to expect the peacock to fly - that kind of bird can indeed fly, but it cannot fly long distances like migratory birds.

Although they lived in the same manor, Pomona's and Draco's lives did not overlap, and she was not as shy as Ron.

Two months is not a long time. Anyway, Pomona's promise to Minerva to return to teach is probably no longer possible. Hogwarts will prepare for the final exam starting in June. Then, people from the International Education Investigation Department

It's time to go to school for review.

She believed that Minerva and Felicity could find a way to solve this problem, so she put the problem aside and looked at what major events had happened recently.

First of all, the Pope died on the second day of April Fool's Day. Fortunately, it was on April 2, otherwise the whole world would have thought that the Holy See was playing a joke on everyone.

Werewolf activities have become more frequent since April, and they are not limited to full moon nights. They have completely failed to comply with the Ministry of Magic's werewolf behavior management requirements and cannot go to Muggle communities. They usually stay in places such as subways and cinemas.

The attack on Muggles caused a certain amount of panic.

After the Dementors in Azkaban, Kingsley once again faced accountability.

The cooperation between the Muggle Prime Minister and Kingsley became increasingly unhappy, Nightcaller was not caught, and the gold lost to the Royal Mint was not recovered.

The Daily Prophet's editorial compared him with former Minister Fudge. If Voldemort had not returned, Fudge was actually a pretty good minister.

In view of the goblin riots in 1999, it is understandable that Ollivanders will not be open to sell wands for the time being.

Not only does the Ministry of Magic now have control over wands, but wizards are also calling for a return to the original custom of having wands buried with wizards.

What followed was a long list of letters from readers about "How do we get along with werewolves?" Some were supportive, some were opposed, some were just complaining, and some were asking about emotional issues like "He didn't tell me, he was a werewolf."

Quidditch league games continued, marriage proposals, births, obituaries continued, and the news of Voldemort's return was selectively forgotten by everyone.

The person whose name cannot be mentioned is like a taboo. The more he is afraid to mention it, the more terrifying he feels. Even though he has been dead for so many years, wizards still dare not talk about him casually.

After quickly browsing the newspapers of the past two months, Pomona came to the conclusion that nothing big happened. Except for missing her birthday, she didn't miss anything big.

After throwing the newspaper aside, she took out from her velvet pocket the "birthday gift" Severus gave her on January 9th - the Hogwarts admission letter he received when he was 11 years old.

After so many years, the emerald green ink has faded a little, and the paper has begun to turn yellow. It is inconspicuous in the pile of old papers, but it is still the most precious gift she has received.

Because of this letter, she met a little mixed-race wizard and watched him grow from a boy to a young man, and then into middle age.

She once thought that his life would end abruptly, but she did not expect that there would be a continuation. The naturally gloomy guy could not be as cheerful and interesting as the sunny people. He could not create the same joy as the Weasley twins, but he could.

Stomach ache effect.

Therefore, when you are with such a person, you need to open the eyes of your heart and soul, light up the light in your heart, and release the power of your soul.

Just like the stars in the sky, they look faint on the celestial sphere, but a few light years away, they may be stars much larger than the sun.

The star burns itself and illuminates the surrounding planets. This process of self-depletion must be tiring, but it is precisely because of this that the world has light.

Just when Pomona was in a daze, the sound of piano came from the piano room on the second floor. She didn't know whether it was Draco or Astonia playing the piano.

The melody of this piece is very cheerful, very suitable for dancing waltz.

She looked at the fields outside through the glass window. May was early summer, the snow on the top of the Alps had not completely melted, and the wild flowers on the grass were blooming, like a colorful carpet.

"Master, the tea you wanted." Mi Tang brought the brewed teapot over.

Fiona still went out to buy apple pie. In fact, there were other snacks at home, but Pomona would have done the same thing. It was so pleasant to be able to walk in such beautiful scenery.

"Thank you, Honey." She took the teapot and began to study the "cheating" content revealed by Albus in the dream with the cranberry cookies.

"Master." Mi Tang nervously pulled on the pillowcase on her body. "Can Mi Tang make a request to you?"

"You wish you could be with Robbie?" Pomona asked.

"Master wants Honey to take care of Master Malfoy, but Honey and Robbie are your house elves. Can you not leave us for so long next time?"

"But Draco needs you more than we do." Pomona paused. "Draco bullied you?"

"He was very rude at first, but his temper became much calmer after Miss Greengrass arrived."

"It's not Miss Greengrass, she's Mrs. Malfoy." Pomona corrected, "Do you like Astonia?"

"She likes making candies very much." Mi Tang tilted her head and said, "She said this is her business."

Given that Draco was so resistant to his father Lucius, and the old peacock might become angry and cut off his funding at any time, Astonia's consideration was reasonable.

"Although she is a Ravenclaw, she is very cute." Pomona smiled and said, "Do you like her?"

Honey hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"This house still needs some flowers to decorate. How about we go outside and pick some flowers?"

"But you just woke up..."

Pomona ignored Honey, put on a beige coat over her pajamas, put on a sun hat, put on her Beatles "combat boots" and went out.

She was originally a gardener who could support thousands of growing teenagers and magical animals in Hogwarts, but now she has become as weak as Melanie. She doesn't want to stay indoors in such weather unless she encounters

Caterpillar.

Although butterflies are beautiful, they are still caterpillars, so no matter how dreamy they are, Pomona doesn't like butterflies.

Does this count as seeing through the essence behind the appearance of something?

She walked briskly down the wavy Greek stairs, comparing what she saw with Pemberley Hall, but she soon gave up.

There are no wealthy bachelors living in the manor next door, and this place is not the world of Pride and Prejudice. This comparison is meaningless.

"Elizabeth asked Mr. Darcy mischievously, asking him to tell the story of how he fell in love with her." Just as she was walking towards the sea of ​​flowers by the river, a man in black said behind her, "She said, 'I know you just want to

If you take one step, you will move forward smoothly, but how did you come up with this idea in the first place?" Darcy said, "That was a long time ago. By the time I realized that I started to fall in love with you, I had already

I've walked half the way and I can't go back!'"

The girls said that at the Yule Ball that year, Professor Snape, who had no partner, sucked up all the light.

But now Pomona felt that he didn't have that ability. The black clothes were not a black hole. They were just a piece of blue-purple black cloth. Under the sun, it looked like a summer night sky without stars.

"How did you come?"

"Draco informed me."

"That little snitch." Pomona murmured, thinking that the boy was busy in love and had forgotten about his godfather.

"Why didn't you tell me when you woke up?" He said tremblingly, "You don't want to see me?"

"The moon will be full soon."

"There are many ways to avoid the current situation. Now that they have made a choice, they can solve it themselves." Severus said decisively, "Do you still remember the passage written by Rousseau that you read on the train? If so.

Such a person, who wants to avoid trouble but creates more pain for others, is bound to fall into endless trouble. When he relaxes even a little bit, he will be beaten with a stick. I don’t want to be among those trolls.

Waste of time on the same fool."

It was as if she had been beaten with a sap, her IQ had deteriorated, and her mind was filled with the plots of Jane Austen's novels.

"Mr. Darcy said he loved Elizabeth's clever mind," she said in a dry voice.

"Sometimes you act like a lunatic. You suddenly have strange thoughts, which are inexplicable and difficult to understand. But you are not like a woman whose words, thoughts and expressions are all to attract other people's attention. I hate it when you do it in front of others.

Being gregarious and trying hard to act stupid." He said almost without pause in one breath.

"Then what impresses you about me?" Pomona asked, "Because I'm a half-Veela?"

"Like the old fool, you like to teach people to do the right things. Instead of following me, you corrected me. This prevented me from going down the wrong path. You made me understand the joy of being a good person!"

"What about Lily? She didn't let you understand the joy of being a good person?"

Severus sneered.

"James Potter should be considered a 'good guy', but it was this 'good guy' who knocked me down and humiliated me in public. To be honest, I didn't feel the joy of being a 'good guy' from these people.

, but to understand the joy of being a rich and powerful person.”

"You joined the Death Eaters before that happened."

"I was just very close to them at the time and had not made up my mind yet. It was James Potter and Sirius Black's gang who took the lead. If the Death Eaters had won back then, it would have been James Potter's turn to lose everything.

!" Severus shouted excitedly.

"Then do you think Lily will choose you if James loses?" She said coldly, "You still can't figure out why you lost to James?"

"You still don't understand, do you?" He shook his head and smiled sarcastically and bitterly, "You are really not an ordinary fool."

"You!" This was the first time Pomona got really angry when someone called her a fool. She was so angry that she didn't know what to say.

"Let me tell you again, Sirius Black likes you. My relationship with him has been over since James Potter blocked the werewolf Lupine for me. Wormtail has been dangling in front of me for so many days.

I didn't even think about killing him. At that time, all I could think about was how to regain Voldemort's trust. Do you know why this happened? Because that stupid dog is dead, and he won't say bad things about me to you anymore.

"Severus roared, gasping for breath. "I'm glad he's dead. Have I become the monster you said?"
To be continued...