Chapter 1089 “Old place”

On a clear summer night, the sky is filled with stars, but even in the countryside, there are still a few lights on.

Nocturnal insects perform the same job of pollinating plants as bees that are active during the day. These insects fly towards the light sources created by humans and dance crazily around street lamps.

These lights are not as hot as fire, so they can't drive away the bugs. Maybe the bugs are wondering, hey, why is this star so close to them?

Insects also rely on the stars in the sky for positioning. The new artificial light sources have caused them to deviate from their original routes. They fly around the lights in a dizzy manner, tirelessly, until they die of exhaustion. And those that bloom at night are waiting for pollination by nocturnal insects.

The flowers lost their messengers, and they could not breed new seeds, so the number of the species was reduced.

This is the harm caused by "light pollution". Pomona used a deluminator imitated by the Ministry of Magic to suck out the light from the street lamps closest to the villa, giving those poor bugs a peaceful life.

There was no need for those lights to exist. Muggles wouldn't go for a walk in such a remote place anyway. What's more, she needed lights to give light to the plants in the greenhouse, and the villa being shrouded in darkness was also good for defense.

She planned to build some facilities outside the villa so that it would not be so easy to invade.

"What are you doing, godmother?" Draco asked from the window.

"I'm reading a book." Pomona put away the cigarette lighter and held up a "Dream Interpretation Guide" in her other hand.

"It's so dark outside, why don't you come in and take a look?" Draco asked.

"Full moon!" She pointed to the moon in the sky. "What a beautiful moonlight."

Draco also looked up at the sky.

"I heard Astonia say you had a weird dream." Draco said, "Did you act weird because of that dream, or have you always been a weirdo?"

"Is this how you talk to your godmother?" Pomona said in disbelief.

Draco jumped out of the window with great agility. He has always been gifted as an athlete.

"Astonia gave me this, what did she mean?" Draco handed a book to Pomona.

"The Tales of Beedle the Poet?" she read, looking at the title on the cover.

"That Muggle woman keeps calling me doctor. I'm not the kind of weirdo who cuts people open with a knife." Draco said.

"Ah~ha." Pomona nodded confusedly.

"The story of wizards and Hobbling Pots in this book is different from the one my mother read to me." Draco continued, "Isn't that ugly cauldron supposed to protect wizards from Muggles carrying torches and rakes?"

In the early 15th century, the persecution of wizards had intensified in Europe. Many pure-blood wizards' attitude towards Muggles was to leave them to their fate, and helping them meant adding a piece of firewood to the stake.

The fairy tale Draco read must have been adapted, and Astonia showed him another version.

"This is very close to the University of Padua. How about you also go to the Muggle medical school to audit?" Pomona suggested.

"Going to a Muggle school? No!" Draco said in disgust.

"You can get inspiration from different angles. I had a great time at Muggle school today."

"I know what you want to do. You want to transform me into a pro-Muggle faction, right? You even help them as written in the book." Draco said fiercely.

"Or for other reasons." Pomona raised her voice and said, "This book is for children. Which version of the story do you want to read to your own children? The one you read when you were a child, or the one you read now?"

Draco was stunned.

"Awake?" Pomona asked. "You were acting like you were under a spell, Draco."

"Astonia didn't put a spell on me."

"I know, you're just too happy to be happy."

Draco looked unhappy.

"We don't want to disturb your lives, but you should know that today is the full moon, and there is a war in the UK. Your father has many enemies, and you can hurt him by hurting you. You need to stay alert."

"My godfather told me this morning," Draco said calmly.

"You two, don't just play around. We will leave after a while, and it will be your job to protect Astonia's safety. Do you still remember how I was admitted to the hospital?"

"Yes, godmother."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"What are you busy with? Can I help?" Draco asked.

"I don't think you can, Draco." Pomona said helplessly.

"Why not? I'm a therapist!"

"It's a trainee therapist."

"Is the place you are going dangerous?"

Pomona couldn't answer him.

"That Muggle woman's son, he is an Obscurial. Are you going to take him where you want to go?"

"You are the only Malfoy child, Draco..."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Draco gritted his teeth angrily. "You don't need to protect me like before."

"Yes, you are not a child anymore. Astonia is your responsibility. You have to protect her." Pomona said seriously, "Just like your father protects you and your mother."

"And Harry Potter's father, James Potter." Severus stood by the window where Draco was just now. He had taken off his black coat and was only wearing a white shirt, still looking old-fashioned.

You have to button the first button of your shirt.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, looking at his godfather.

"You are hiding now. I think you know the story of Harry Potter's parents. Do you want the same thing to happen to Astonia?"

Draco didn't answer Severus' question.

"Don't let us down, Draco, you must at least do better than the Potters."

"Yes, Godfather." Draco nodded seriously, "I understand."

"I have something to discuss with your godmother, you can leave now."

Draco turned and walked towards the main entrance of the villa.

"I heard you had a nightmare?" Severus asked after Draco had walked away.

"I dreamed about Astonia's spinach dumplings, Merlin's beard, how much cheese and cheese she put in it," Pomona said with a smirk.

"You were scared to tears." Severus looked at her.

"It won't happen again." She shook her head, pretending to be nonchalant, "It was just a dream, I'm not a child anymore."

"I know." Severus said, "You are different from Harry Potter. He tells everyone he has a strange dream. I don't think anyone except the Dark Lord will understand what is in his troll mind."

interested."

"Oh, so you're interested in what's going on in my head?"

"I told you I like the way you use your brain." Severus smirked elegantly.

"This is what Mr. Darcy said to Elizabeth." Pomona was so angry that she couldn't live.

"Then you think what you are doing now is properly thought out?"

She was confused.

"Rather than you just thinking about it alone, I think we can solve it together. It just so happens that I read Freud's book."

"So you're going to use me as a test subject?" Pomona asked in disbelief.

"I will not use you as a test subject, not just me, nor Albus. Who told me that you are my test subject?"

Severus said vividly, imitating Pomona's tone at that time.

"Oh." She was embarrassed and didn't know how to continue.

"I know women like to have random thoughts, but you are the kind of person with a particularly strong imagination, almost to the point of delusion, so I won't leave you alone."

"Severus, do you think I'm wishful thinking?" She said a little fragilely, "It's because I want love so much that I think you will like me."

"I think so too." Severus turned his back to her, "I sometimes don't believe that a woman like you exists in this world."

"So, this is all a dream? It's all in my head?" she asked tremblingly.

"It's not 'I'." Severus said, "It's 'we'. We daydreamed together, do you remember?"

Pomona blushed.

“Only dreams belong entirely to us, but isn’t our ‘reality’ changed precisely because of some people’s dreams?”

Pomona was about to say something when Severus disappeared from the window.

"Come in!" After a while, perhaps because he was annoyed by Pomona's slowness, the old bat took off his coat and roared in the room.

"I know," she complained. "Grumpy old guy."

After saying that, she walked towards the window that Draco had climbed out just now.

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Arthur Weasley flicked the switch, and the lights in the studio came on.

"Come in, Harry," he said to Harry Potter, who was following behind him.
To be continued...