Chapter 948 “Crostata”

Venice has always claimed to be the home of spaghetti with clams, and locals claim that spaghetti with clams has been around since Marco Polo brought noodles back from China.

Even though it has lost its glory during the Venetian Republic, the fish market of Ponte Ritoire is still one of the best seafood markets in the world. The freshest catches from the Adria Sea arrive early every morning.

, for chefs and gourmets in Michelin restaurants to choose from.

However, many Italians usually start their breakfast with a berry pie, which is a very ancient fruit pie. Similar foods can be found in the murals of ancient Greece and Rome, and can still be found in street dessert shops today.

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Last night, Pomona and Severus only ate half full in that retro restaurant that was so expensive that it cost their wallets. Then they went to a very affordable barbecue restaurant and ate some barbecue before leaving.

She bought a Crostata for breakfast next to the barbecue restaurant.

The supermarket in the community opened early in the morning, and she went there to buy pumpkins, squeezed pumpkin juice, sausages, and beans, and made a breakfast that was very suitable for British wizards.

When she finished her work, the old bat just woke up, so she put the food on the tray and used the floating spell to send them to the "noble master"'s bed.

The former head of Slytherin looked at her calmly.

"What tricks are you doing again?"

"Room service." She said enthusiastically. "Room service is available for every honeymoon."

"Do you think I will forgive you if you do this?"

"No~how could you have such an idea?"

In fact, that's what she thought, and the old bat guessed it again.

He sneered and lay half-lying on the bed, picking up a knife and fork to eat breakfast.

"It's too greasy." He took a bite of the sausage and said with a stiff face, as if he was chewing leather instead of delicacies.

Pomona glanced at his greasy hair, then she couldn't bear to hold up the pumpkin juice and brought it to his mouth. He took a sip from her hand and began to eat the berry pie with peace of mind, not caring about her breakfast.

No more.

Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder why someone could be so hated as Severus Snape.

But watching him eat, her thoughts drifted to the snowy Scotland, where sumptuous food was always placed on the dining tables of the four colleges.

When she first walked from the long table where students sat to the long table where faculty and staff sat, she felt like she was in a dream.

There are so many people who want to stay in school, including Voldemort, why can she become a teacher at Hogwarts?

Fortunately, Severus showed up later and became the youngest dean since the school was founded. His hair had been so greasy since then.

Each student has to bring a pet. Her pet is a turtle. Although cats and dogs are cute, bathing them is a disaster.

She suddenly had a strange thought. Severus was like the kind of dog that refused to take a bath. Washing his hair was like killing him. Unless he made her angry, it would be difficult to see his hair fresh and fluffy.

appearance.

"What are you thinking about?" he said angrily.

"Nothing!" She immediately regained consciousness and pretended that nothing had happened.

The thought just now was so terrible that she wanted to keep it as a secret for the rest of her life.

“When will your mermaid chandelier be delivered?”

Pomona's memories suddenly returned to the black lake with dragons and magic, and the bad-tempered mermaid in the lake.

Severus rarely interacted with lake creatures. He preferred to go to the Forbidden Forest to collect materials for making potions. He didn't even know that Slytherin students were observed by mermaids like "goldfish".

She once dived into the bottom of the lake with the mermaid to observe the human boy. Unknowingly, he had grown from a weird and lonely teenager to a weird and lonely middle-aged man.

"You really haven't changed at all." She said with a look of disgust.

"You too." He replied unceremoniously, "Always giggling."

Pomona immediately adjusted her expression to become more serious, which made him even more disgusted.

"Can you be smarter?"

"How do I make you feel stupid?"

"Let me see, who do you think paid the bill last night?"

She then remembered that the waiter asked the gentleman in front of her to pay the bill. The problem was that his vault in Gringotts had been sealed, so he wanted to gain access to her vault.

"You evil wizard!" Pomona roared immediately.

"And the money to buy this house." He continued to say lightly.

Pomona thought of the pile of birds, snakes and cockroaches. She had spent a lot of money to buy the bird and snake egg. She could almost see her empty treasury.

The Weasley twins were cute, but Molly couldn't help but get angry, and she even sent Ron a ranting letter about Ron driving his father's flying car.

At that time, Molly's roar was heard by the entire auditorium, and the old bat laughed so hard in the teacher's chair that he was gloating.

"Severus Snape!" She yelled the name with all the strength of her lungs.

"I heard you, dear," he said gleefully.

"How dare you, oh, Merlin." She was confused and didn't know what to say.

The same goes for Sirius, who gave a luxury product like the Firebolt to a 13-year-old boy like Harry as a Christmas gift, although she always thought it was a relatively expensive broomstick.

If a man spends money lavishly, he is much more powerful than a girl.

Should I buy the Firebolt? If not, how could Harry escape the Death Eaters? But when Sirius bought it, he gave it to Harry as a toy broom.

"What do you think you are stupid about?" Snotlout asked sarcastically.

"Look what good you have done!" She angrily tried to choke him, but was easily controlled by him.

Then she had a long kiss that smelled like berry pie, then she remembered that he hadn't brushed his teeth, and then she forgot all about it.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, making a crackling sound. Her whole body felt warm, even a little hot, and the restless footsteps of young people could be heard outside the door.

The dance in the auditorium was over, and the dance in the Hufflepuff lounge was still going on. It was not a spiral waltz, but a head-bobbing and epileptic "dance" with rock music.

That kind of music is full of rhythm, and the low-frequency drum beats it emits resonate with the most primitive rhythms of life, as if it is trying to dig out the magma under the cold hard shell of an undersea volcano.

The lava in the magma chamber was originally silent, but was stimulated by the rhythm and boiled, beating like a Newtonian fluid.

Whether it is yogurt or asphalt, it must follow the theory of Newtonian fluid. Many cosmetics for girls also have this characteristic. If it is stirred quickly, it will become thinner.

When stirring the potion with a glass rod, you should not be too fast, and you must be patient and observe carefully. But most students don't know that someone will always fry the pot in potions class.

An explosion of that magnitude is incomparable to the power of an explosive liquid made from the liquid secreted from the poisonous horn.

Patience and meticulousness are fine for a while, but if you keep going like this, the elderly Slughorn will not be able to compare with Snape in his twenties in terms of energy and physical strength, and young people in their twenties generally lack patience and impulsiveness.

Behavior, especially for someone as hot-tempered and irritable as Severus.

The potion duel was a fair contest, and Slughorn gave up. A position, even with the title of Head of Slytherin, was not something he could fight for with his life.

Severus was the "winner", and from then on he was no longer the "loser" who was bullied by the gang of thieves.

Sometimes being radical is not always a bad thing, because only in this way can you break old concepts and rules and create new areas.

Along with the original rhythm that came from the beginning of life and had the same frequency as the heart, she heard the "sasha" sound made by the rubbing of cloth, which sounded like the sound of a snake crawling.

When she was dizzy, she glanced at the side from the corner of her eye. A colorful bird and snake was looking at her with its head raised. Its eyes were reflecting her like a mirror at the moment. Her face was so flushed, as if

The roses in full bloom are as delicate as the flowers.

It looks delicious.

"Get up, I forgot to feed it!" Pomona immediately pushed away the guy lying on her.

The fifty-foot-long snake was so hungry that it could definitely swallow them both in one bite.

Severus, who was feeling hot all over, cursed in frustration, got up and left the tent carrying the pile of cockroaches.

But looking at his expression at the moment, he seemed to regret raising it.

Pomona lay on the bed, calming her heartbeat.

This belated youth is really too much to bear.
Chapter completed!