As a Latin proverb once said.

Jusest ars boni et aequi.

The law is the way of goodness and fairness.

One of the reasons for the implementation of the International Statute of Secrecy is that Muggle laws do not protect the rights and interests of wizards. Muggles are burned to death and there is no criminal liability for harming wizards. For the sake of personal safety, the wizarding world and the Muggle world are completely separated.

However, when enforcing this law, the Ministry of Magic increasingly deviated from its original purpose. When Arianna was pushed into a bucket by three Muggle children, she caused a magical riot in order to avoid drowning. Her health was destroyed, and

She was also parasitized by the Obscurus, and the law did not provide justice for her. In the Statute of Secrecy, there was no punishment for Muggles who harmed wizards. An angry father avenged his daughter and was imprisoned in Azkaban instead. Such a law and the maintenance of this unfair film

What is the use of the Ministry of Magic with fair laws?

When he was young, Albus's thoughts were as radical as Grindelwald's. He had enough reasons to hate Muggles. The reason why he became protective of Muggle rights was because he recognized the fact that Muggles had an overwhelming population advantage.

He never told Pomona about Arianna, let alone that he liked same-sex people, causing her to always guess which woman he had a secret relationship with.

Aberforth used Arianna's portrait as comfort. Albus, who had gained power, used a living Pomona as a substitute. Albus accompanied her to Diagon Alley to buy a wand and other things needed for the new student.

It was like accompanying Arianna to report to Hogwarts.

Pomona is good at taking care of plants, and Arianna also likes to grow flowers and plants. She was attacked by a Muggle boy in her garden. How angry would Albus be if he knew that his beloved sister had become like she just now?

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She never thought she would be so wild, and she could hardly connect the woman who screamed uncontrollably to Dean Hufflepuff.

That short, fat woman was respected, but what she just did was not respectable at all.

It was something meaningless to others, but very interesting to them. It was a waste of time to waste time on this aspect, but she felt very happy, and her whole person was relaxed and comfortable, just like

It was so refreshing that she felt as happy as after exercising. She fully realized the joy of living.

Severus was kissing her back. Not only was it tickling, but he also made deliberate noises, as if he was telling her what he was doing.

The previous quarrels and negative emotions have completely disappeared. No wonder some people say that quarrels at the head of the bed lead to closure at the end of the bed.

"We're going to hell," she said in a husky voice.

"I'll be fine if going to hell is the same as before." Severus said in a nasal voice.

"Where did you learn what you just said?" She turned back and glared at him, "Where have you been these days?"

"Looking for a new house, this place is too small." He used the flying spell to summon the cigarette case, and then lit it. "We used to only come here in the summer, so how about treating this place as our villa?"

"It doesn't matter where I live, don't waste your money on this place."

"No one lives in the place where Harry Potter lived when he was young. How about moving there?"

"No!" She refused without hesitation.

"Would you rather live in a house or an apartment?"

"Why do you want to change your place of residence again?"

"For safety reasons, Lucius also has an apartment in London, we can stay there."

"Why didn't I think of it? It's Lucius Malfoy again." Pomona complained, "Is that house the place where he used to have a tryst with his mistress?"

"Why do you think that?"

Pomona observed Severus. Although he looked calm, his shoulders were hard and he looked guilty.

"A woman's intuition," Pomona said viciously, "Is that why you wrote me that love poem? My mistress's eyes!"

"That's where he used to handle business. Don't think too much about it."

"Look me in the eyes," Pomona threatened. "Every time you two get together, you're doing some scheming."

"He hopes that I can push Flatt Osbot to the forefront to compete for the position of Minister of Magic."

"So he donated his house to bribe you?" Pomona sat up and shook her head angrily, "Damn albino snake."

"You haven't given up on your dream of having Hermione become Minister of Magic?"

"What will Flatt do? All he will do is flatter people!"

Flyte Osberte's nickname is Flatter. If he comes to power, he will definitely become a puppet of the Malfoy family like his ancestors.

It was because of Lucius Malfoy's influence that Fudge thought he could handle government affairs, and ended up treating Albus Dumbledore as a threat. Lucius could do tricks, but he might not be good at handling business, so she couldn't let him succeed.

"I can tell you what he did behind his back." Severus puffed out the smoke and smirked maliciously, "But you have to give me something in exchange for it."

"For what?"

He looked up and down her body.

"Oh, hell!" Pomona covered herself with the quilt. "I won't sleep with you for this."

"You are my wife, why don't you get some benefits for yourself when you fulfill your obligations?" He slowly leaned over like a snake in the Garden of Eden and whispered hissingly, "What you just did was very good.

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"Can I change it to something else?" She said fragilely, "I don't want this."

"What about the last time you tried to get information from me?" He held her hand and asked her to put her hand under the quilt. "And that invitation letter. It was the most surprising invitation I received in my life."

"It's wrong to do that, and it's a special situation."

"But I like it very much." He whispered in her ear, "Do you like me?"

"Do you feel comfortable? Master." She asked in a low voice. Severus ignored her, but held her head and gave her a passionate French kiss.

She took the time to look at the sky. It looked like they were moving at night.

The nomadic life requires you to be ready to take all your belongings away at any time. Just like Harry in third grade, his suitcase was barely unpacked when he returned home during the summer vacation. He was ready to escape from the Dursleys at any time.

"Abigail wants more, Master, more." She acted coquettishly at people younger than her, as if her brain had degenerated.

"That's it." He said with a joyful smile, "I like the feeling of being alive."

After saying that, he threw his newly hired French maid onto the soft bed. The body temperature left by the hostess just now has not dissipated, as if she just went to the bathroom to apply skin care products to keep herself young and beautiful, and may come back at any time.

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Chapter completed!