Chapter 1089 "The Old Place"

  A clear summer night, the sky is full of stars, but even in the countryside, there are still so many lights on.

  Nocturnal insects play the role of pollinating plants like bees that are active during the day. These insects fly towards the human-made light source and dance wildly around the street lights.

  These lights are not as hot as fire, so they can’t drive away those bugs, maybe those bugs are weird, hey, why is this star so close to them?

  Insects also depend on the stars in the sky to locate, and the new artificial light source makes them deviate from their original course. They flew around the lamp in a daze, tirelessly, until they died of exhaustion. And those flowers that bloom at night and wait for nocturnal insects to pollinate have lost their messengers. They can't breed new seeds, so the number of races is reduced.

  This is the harm caused by "light pollution". Pomona used the light extinguisher imitated by the Ministry of Magic to **** away the light from the street lamps nearest to the villa, and gave the poor bugs a peaceful life.

  The lights are not necessary at all, and Muggles will not go for a walk in such a remote place anyway. What's more, she needs lights to give light to the plants in the greenhouse, and the villa shrouded in darkness is also good for defense.

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

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

   "I'm reading a book." Pomona put away the cigarette lighter, holding a "Guide to Dream Interpretation" in her other hand.

   "It's so dark outside, why don't you come in and see?" 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 that you had a weird dream." Draco said, "Did you behave strangely because of that dream, or have you always been a weird person?"

   "This is the attitude you talk to your godmother?" Pomona said incredulously.

  Draco turned through the window with agility. He has always been talented as an athlete.

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

  "Poetry Weng Bidou Story Collection?" She read the title of the book on the cover.

   "That Muggle woman, always calling me a doctor, I'm not the kind of weird guy who cuts people away with a knife." Draco said.

   "Ah~ha." Pomona nodded ignorantly.

   "The story of wizards and jumping pots in this book is different from what my mother read to me." Draco continued, "Isn't that ugly cauldron supposed to protect wizards from the Muggles holding torches and grass rakes?"

  In the early 15th century, the persecution of wizards has intensified in Europe. Many pure-blooded wizards have an attitude towards Muggles and let them fend for themselves. Helping them means putting a stick of wood under the stake that burned them to death.

  Draco's fairy tale must have been adapted, and Astonia showed him another version.

  "This is very close to the University of Padua, or would you also go to the Muggle School of Medicine?" Pomona suggested.

   "Go to 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, do you want to transform me into a pro-Muggle pie? Even help them as written in the book." Draco said fiercely.

   "Or some other reason." Pomona raised her voice and said, "This book is for children. Which version of the story do you want to show your own children? Did you read it when you were a kid, or do you read it now?"

  Draco was stunned.

   "Are you awake?" Pomona asked, "You acted like a curse before, Draco."

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

   "I know, you are just too happy to find North."

  Draco was unhappy.

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

   "The Godfather told me this morning." Draco said calmly.

   "Don't patronize the two of you, we will leave after a while. It will be your business to protect Astonia at that time. Do you remember how I was admitted to the hospital?"

   "Yes, godmother."

   "Do you have any other questions?"

   "What are you up to? Can I help?" Draco asked.

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

   "Why not? I'm a therapist!"

  "Is a trainee therapist."

   "Are you going to a dangerous place?"

  Pomona could not answer him.

   "The son of that Muggle woman, he is a silent one. Are you going to take him to where you are going?"

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

   "I'm not a kid anymore!" Draco gritted his teeth with anger. "You don't need to protect me like you used to."

   "Yes, you are no longer a child. Astonia is your responsibility. You have to protect her." Pomona said solemnly, "just like your father protects you and your mother."

"And Harry Potter's father, James Potter." Severus was standing by the window where Draco was just now. He had taken off his black jacket and was wearing only a white shirt, still stiff. 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 did not answer Severus’ question.

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

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

   "I have something to talk to your godmother, you can leave."

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

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

   "I dream of eating spinach dumplings made by Astonia, Merlin's beard, how much cheese and cheese she put." Pomona said with a smirk.

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

   "It won't happen again." She shook her head, pretending that nothing had happened. "It was just a dream. I am not a kid anymore."

"I know." Severus said. "You are not the same as Harry Potter. He said that he had a weird dream when he met people. I think no one but the Dark Lord would think of what he thought of trolls. Interested."

   "Oh, so you are interested in what is in my head?"

   "I said I like the way you use your brain." Severus smirked gracefully.

   "This is what Mr. Darcy said to Elizabeth." Pomona was so angry.

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

  She was confused.

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

   "So you plan to use me as a test subject?" Pomona asked incredulously.

   "I will not take you as a test subject, not only me, nor will Albus, who told me that you are my test subject?"

  Severus vividly learned Pomona’s tone at the time.

   "Oh." She was embarrassed not knowing how to continue.

   "I know women like crazy thinking, but you are so imaginative, almost to the point of delusion, so I will not let you alone."

   "Severus, do you think I'm wishful thinking." She was a little fragile and said, "I think you like me because I want love so much."

   "I think so too." Severus turned his back to her "I sometimes don't believe that there are women like you in this world."

   "So, all of this is a dream? It's all in my mind?" she asked in a trembling voice.

   "It's not ‘me’." Severus said, "It’s ‘us’. We daydreamed together, do you remember?"

  Pomona blushed.

  "Only dreams belong to us completely, but isn't our ‘reality’ changed just because of some people’s dreams?"

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

   "Come in!" After a while, perhaps annoyed at Pomona's dullness, the old bat who took off his coat roared in the room.

   "Got it." She complained, "Grumpy old guy."

  After speaking, she walked towards the window that Draco had just turned over.

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  Arthur Weasley pressed the switch, and the light in the studio turned on.

   "Come in, Harry." He said to Harry Potter who was following him.

  Wearing a wizard robe, Harry walked into this studio full of Muggle supplies and located outside the burrow, looking around with lake-green eyes.

  There is a radio on a cabinet by the door. The radio stations that Potter watched before were received through it.

   "What are you asking us to do? Dad." Ron limped behind Harry with his cane and walked in. "Today is the full moon, and we have a lot to do."

   "You can't ride a flying broomstick with your legs, can you?" Arthur looked at his son blankly. "And you don't want to stay at home."

   "Of course." Ron said of course "My friend needs me!"

   "Isn't it because Hermione is showing up outside?"

   "Of course not!" Ron shouted.

  "What do you want us to do? Arthur." Harry asked, "I think Ron was right. We have a lot to do today."

  Arthur changed his face and smiled at Harry.

   "I have a gift for you."

   said Arthur, walking to the side of a behemoth covered with white cloth, and then pulled hard.

  It was a light motorcycle with a black bucket, exactly the same as the one Hagrid ridden before.

   "This..." Harry said incredulously.

   "Yes, that's what you think." Arthur smiled triumphantly. "This is Sirius Black's flying motorcycle."

   "But I remember it was destroyed." Harry said helplessly, "just the day we moved from my aunt's house."

"Of course I remember that it was badly injured during the chase, but it was not destroyed. I hid it in the backyard. It took me a lot of time to repair it." Arthur stroked the motorcycle's headlights. Say "I wanted to give it to you as a birthday present, Harry, but I think you two need a handy tool more than surprise. Ron can sit in the bucket before he recovers, and you can ride Take the Flying Motorcycle and drive him to where you want to go."

   "Aren't you opposed to my participation in the war? Dad?" Ron asked.

   Arthur looked at Ron, and said after a while, "If I could give it to Harry sooner, you might not get hurt in the swamp. This is my fault."

   "It's not your fault, Arthur, don't blame yourself." Harry said, "None of us thought of it."

   "Anyway, try it." Arthur stepped aside. "Have you ever rode a motorcycle, Harry?"

   "I think I can do it." Harry said with a smile.

   "This guy is not a flying broomstick, look at this." Arthur pressed a purple button next to the counter, and a scorching blue dragon fire spurted out of the exhaust pipe.

   "It can even carry a big man like Hagrid. Imagine you are riding a dragon." Arthur said loudly in the noise of the exhaust pipe.

   "Cool." Ron said with bright eyes, "No wonder Sirius likes it so much."

  Harry also looked at the new-looking flying motorcycle, and Arthur pressed the purple button again before the dragon fire ignited the rest of the garage, and the dragon fire went out immediately.

"I didn't just fix it. Press the green button and a brick wall will appear. Press the second button and a net will appear. If you want to catch live werewolves, I think you use this. "

   "Thank you, Arthur." Harry walked to the motorcycle and stroked the handlebars. "This is the best gift I have ever received."

  "Better than the Firebolt that Sirius gave you?" Arthur said jokingly.

  Harry did not laugh.

"When I was a child, I had a dream one day. I dreamt that I was sitting on a flying motorcycle, but when I woke up, I found myself still in the storage room. When I was 10 years old, my uncle drove me and Dudley to the zoo. On the way, he kept complaining that a motorcycle tried to overtake him. I told him that I dreamed of a flying motorcycle and he almost ran into it. Get in the car in front."

   "That's really dangerous." Arthur exclaimed.

"He told me that motorcycles can’t fly. I told him, of course I know that motorcycles can’t fly. It’s just a dream. Sometimes, I suspect that everything I experience is a dream. When I wake up, I still In that storage room, you, flying motorcycles, and Voldemort are all my own imagination or dreams. There is no magic in this world at all."

   "You sound like a Muggle." Ron grumbled, "Stop talking nonsense, try it!"

   "I can't wear this suit." Harry looked at his cloak and robe and said, as if worried that the flowing robe would trip him over.

   "Don't worry about that." Arthur took out a box from the cabinet on the side. "This is a birthday gift Ginny prepared for you."

   Harry took the box, and when he opened it, he found a jacket inside.

  There is nothing more suitable for motorcycles than a jacket, but this jacket is quite satisfactory, without rivets and strange decorations, and it is not punk at all.

   "Put it on." Arthur sighed. "Good luck and remember to come back safely, Harry."

   "I will, Arthur." Harry said seriously.

   "What about me?" Ron grumbled, "Where is my jacket?"

  "What jacket are you wearing?" Arthur yelled.

   "This is not fair!"

  While the father and son were fighting, Harry took off his robes, put on his jacket, and then rolled over and rode on the motorcycle.

   "Boom boom." As he turned the throttle, the motorcycle began to roar, but the exhaust pipe did not emit dragon fire like before.

   "Go, Ron!" Harry said to his friend.

  Ron sat in the bucket and pointed his wand at the exit of the garage, and the closed door slowly opened.

   "Let's go, Harry! Go at full speed!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't forget the helmet!" Arthur yelled to the two young men, but the two obviously did not listen to him. After the flying motorbike turned on the bright headlights, like a flash of lightning, it turned towards the night sky with a full moon. Fly away.

  　 Pay attention to traffic rules, remember to wear a helmet when riding!

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)