"Why did you invent a useless magic potion like Joy Potion..."

Pomona actually heard herself say this.

"I want to make her happy." Snape, whose voice had changed, replied.

"who is she?"

"Eileen, my mother." He asked confusedly, "What was your tone just now?"

"Nothing." She said sourly, because at that time she thought that "her" meant Lily.

"Hell!" A curse came from outside the locked door, and then she heard the person outside the door read a string of characters she had never heard before, and then the door lock popped open.

Many students from the Muggle world think wizards are ridiculous. To open a simple door, they have to use the Alajo Opening spell, especially the Hogwarts door lock, which seems to be a simple socket lock in the Middle Ages, even if it is not

It is also easy for professional thieves to pry open, and it is difficult to change this Muggle thinking mode at once.

If you don't have the magic resistance of a giant, don't touch things of unknown origin. There are many things in the magic world that will be cursed if you touch them. Necklaces, earrings, rings and even glasses are all possible. Put a curse on the door knocker to prevent anyone from breaking in.

It's common sense, and the difficulty and effectiveness of the curse vary from person to person. Pomona was sure that it was definitely not something he learned at school or from her, but rather a Death Eater trick he learned from Voldemort.

Sure enough, after the office door was pushed open, Old Bat came in with a very angry face. When he came in, two students passed by the door. He slammed the door in front of them and knocked down the things on the table with a bang.

The ornaments were so frightened that they jumped up.

"What are you thinking about?" He rushed over like a ball of black smoke, put his hand on the table, and looked down at her across the desk.

"Have you received my invitation? Severus?" Pomona still looked like a Muggle woman at this moment.

"You call that an invitation?" he said in disbelief.

"You're here, aren't you?" She smiled triumphantly. "Have you brought the polyjuice antidote I asked for?"

He looked at her for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally, he silently placed a pile of test tubes on her table.

"So, you know how to match this thing." She took a tube and played with it in her hand. "Then why did you say no when Dumbledore asked you?"

"Did he ask you to do this?"

"He asked me to test it, but the method of testing is up to me." She opened the lid of the test tube and drank the potion inside.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you?" He watched her drink it all.

"If I die, do you think Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix will let you go?" She put down the empty test tube and waited for it to take effect with peace of mind. "Do you like the gift I gave you?"

A pair of white underwear with lace edges and a small bow.

He was obviously lost. In addition to interests, desires can also drive people to do things they don't like. The smell of polyjuice potion on Mad Eye Amstor Moody accumulated more and more as the days went by.

It was getting stronger and stronger, and no matter how heavy his sweat was, it couldn't hide it.

There are also members who can prepare the polyjuice antidote. The problem is that Dumbledore hopes that Severus Snape can leave the office for a while to give them time to check whether "Moody's" "pumpkin juice" comes from Snape.

It came out of Pu's crucible, and then there was the current drama.

"You don't have to decorate the venue anymore?"

"The main work is over, and now the students are finishing up." She felt a strong sense of vomiting. Does the normal polyjuice antidote have this effect?

"What about over there in the greenhouse?" He sneered as he watched her transform in pain, just like watching Harry Potter drink a potion that he deliberately made harder to drink.

After a while, she transformed into the beautiful half-breed Veela again. The dirty witch's robe covered with dirt was too big for her and hung loosely on her shoulders. Only half of the Badger Yard was in the basement. After all,

Plants were to be planted in the lounge, and the sunlight shone on her skin, which looked a bit like pearly whites. He watched intently, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he looked into her eyes again.

"Neville is taking care of me." She took off her shoes and rubbed his trouser legs with her feet. "I have no class in the afternoon, how about you?"

He showed a strange smile, and after a moment he took out the wooden box wrapped in black velvet from his coat pocket.

"I'm here to keep the appointment." He said, and then put his hand on the table, as if he wanted to see what tricks she was going to play.

"Follow me." She stood up from behind the desk with bare feet. The wizard robes worn by the short and fat witch were not much longer. "They come in sets."

"You can show me here." He didn't seem to want to go to her secret room.

Strict aristocratic etiquette can not only maintain the superficial demeanor, but also prevent random looking, listening, touching, and avoid falling into the ancient curse in an unknown pile of old papers. The knowledgeable Tom Riddle never thought that Lily Potter, a girl from

In the Muggle world, a housewife of the Potter family, who had only stayed at Hogwarts for seven years, and whose husband was not an ancient pure-blood, could actually cast a rebound spell, and her success failed and she died under her own wand.

"You broke the door." She grabbed his hand and said with a smile, "It's not good to be bumped into."

He obeyed without much resistance and followed her. This time, unlike last time, his eyes were fine and he was not temporarily blinded because of being kicked by the unicorn, but he still obeyed her like a blindfolded donkey.

Act on orders.

"Wait a minute." She motioned him to look at the velvet box on the table. "Take it with you. Without it, the set will be complete."

He smiled even more weirdly and evilly, took the box on the table and followed her. At this time, he only had her in his eyes, a gray-haired forest fairy, the protagonist of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and he didn't know that she was in his heart.

Which one is more beautiful than autumn and the daisies blooming on the shore...

It is very unnecessary to test a person's loyalty, because even if he is loyal at first, the party being tested will become dissatisfied when he knows that he is suspected, and finally embark on the road of betrayal.

But you still can't help but want to know who he is thinking about.

You wanted his loyalty very much, and he gave it to you at first, but then he gave it to someone else. This situation is no different from him being loyal to one person at first, but then being loyal to someone else because of temptation, because these two

All these behaviors were disloyal, and he became a half-hearted person.

Men are very vulnerable to the temptation of beautiful women, especially those who come to their door. Once when she passed by a Muggle home, she found many books on World War I and World War II on the bookcase, including a lot of espionage information.

In war, women are not necessarily victims of war. There are many battles that have been reversed because of spies' intelligence. She is fascinated by such stories.

Dumbledore suspected that Snape was a double agent. She was so close to a real spy that it was hard not to be curious about him. Moreover, he was different from those spies hiding under various identities. He played the role of a double agent.

Himself. In the deepest dark corner of her heart, she even felt that it was exciting. Lily was married to Potter and Severus was still "seriously in love with her". She was seducing a loyal person to fall. Maybe

Her heart is far from as pure as it looks in the mirror.

"You're a bad girl, Pomona, very, very bad."

Snape obviously also enjoyed playing this game. If it was because he was hot-headed or distracted once or twice, what happened next would be different.

He was just like Bella in her bedroom, enjoying freedom and indulgence.

"Then do you want to keep me in class, Professor?" She is petite, and wearing the Hogwarts uniform is no different from a student who is still in school.

Snape, who was lying on her body like a bat, looking for a place to launch an attack, stiffened, and then began to fight back.

"You are an evil witch!" He cursed through gritted teeth, just like those Muggles who clamored to burn witches to death.

"You're no better, Death Eater."

Then they rolled deeper and deeper into that hell, until Dumbledore discovered that she had never imagined that it was Cedric who had informed her.

Men are very good at lying. Houses have memories. She just thought that the joy potion was prepared for herself. It was an illusion. The first person to drink the joy potion was Irene. Her son protected her, but she couldn't be happy because

Her husband was killed by her son, her heart was broken, and she suffered from aphasia. Her symptoms were similar to Pomona's now. Snape made the drug to make her happy, but her singing was just a side effect.

After the medicine took effect, she was still the same.

It would have been better to not smile in the first place to make him feel better.

Even if he is a potion genius, it is still too early to invent a new type of potion in the fifth grade. All he can do is improve it. It just so happens that Lily became good friends with him at this time, and James Potter liked Lily again, so that

A scene happened.

Neither the Kamikaze Invisibility nor the Upside Down Golden Bell achieved the power he wanted, so he had no hesitation and got involved with Slytherin's Death Eaters.

She seemed to have really forgotten a lot of things. Maybe people's brains would become dull after staying in a house for a long time. She actually almost became a housewife.

With two "pops", the house elves took her and Apparated, and the place she appeared again was the Malfoy Manor that had been raided countless times by the Ministry of Magic and was once full of peacocks and flowers.

Because no one had taken care of it, it actually looked a little dilapidated. However, it didn't have a foxy house like the Black family's old house. It was just deserted and unpopular.

When the Black family was in decline and the Malfoy family was in its heyday, I heard that dances were often held here and people dressed up were everywhere. Now there is not even a house elf in there, the peacocks are gone, the flowers have been replaced by dead branches, and there are dead flowers everywhere.

Bushes tended by people.

"Ding dong." Honey rang the doorbell. Oh, the Malfoy family actually installed this kind of Muggle access control. This was their position. Who knew that Tom once regarded this place as his home.

"Who's out there?" Narcissa Malfoy's voice came over the intercom.

"Dear Madam, Honey is the house elf of the Prince family." Honey said in a high-pitched voice.

"Prince?" Narcissa asked in confusion.

"Let them in, I know who they are, mother." Draco's voice came from behind, "I will handle the rest."

Oh, how did that little naughty Draco become so mature?

She felt very distressed. She really hoped that he would always be the smooth-haired Master Malfoy.
Chapter completed!