Chapter 389 The Glory of the Godfather

Children are like little animals. Their behavior is uncontrollable. Parents need to teach them how to control their words and deeds. Especially for children with power, correct teaching is better than warning them not to use them. In the Middle Ages, little wizards did so. Hide yourself and prevent Muggles from discovering that the probability of silent appearance is much higher than in modern times.

  Some problems blindly prohibit it, but it will have the opposite effect. The deeper the suppression, the greater the power will be released. The wizards are careful to deal with them silently, not to mention the Muggle parents. The more he hopes that the child will behave "normally", he will tend to develop to the other extreme, but Muggle has no solution, and it will often lead to tragedy in the end.

  The werewolf loses his sanity after transforming, and any creature that approaches it will attack. Even if Glop is a relatively small giant, he is still a giant. He can grab a human with a light grab, throw it into his mouth and eat it like candy.

  His behavior needs to be controlled. Persuasion is useless. His IQ is not high. Only by whipping like a beast can he remember the lesson.

  The giant's high magic resistance makes Glop a good target for spells, even the black magic can only cause limited damage to him.

  The boundary between abuse and teaching is very blurred. A bad master will leave wounds that are difficult to heal. It is much harder to be a strict mother than a mother who gently indulges her children. A strict mother will become the villain in the family.

Walburga’s love is very deep. Sirius did not notice that her portrait was the same as the portrait of the fat lady at the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge. No one thought about why she put her soul on that portrait. on.

She was waiting for her missing son Regulus to return home. Regulus told Krichlet not to tell others about what happened in the cave. Narcissa chased him to ask Regulus whereabouts. Everyone All are crazy for that kid.

   Regulus is only one year younger than Sirius. Although he is a Slytherin seeker, he has been living in the shadow of Sirius in school.

   went outside the school because of Bella’s "help", everyone was reminding Siris Regulus how much better than him. When the dark mark was branded on his arm, the family praised him as a brave little hero. For her "dark lord" Bella, everyone was upset. She humiliated her husband and let the direct line The family disharmony, the Black family's severance is directly related to her, she was indulged in freedom by the Dark Lord too much.

   "I hate this." Pomona sat on the ground with her knees on the ground and looked at the clearing in the forest, as if the giant kid sitting on the ground playing with bicycle bells was still there.

  Severus didn't care what she said, he kissed her on the neck, enjoying the warmth from the human-shaped heater.

  Girls like mature men older than themselves may be derived from the Electra complex, while boys’ Oedipus is much more complicated.

  When people are still weak, they will be dependent on those who can protect themselves, and the mother is often the one who plays this role. With age, this kind of Oedipus will gradually disappear, but it will still affect some men's behaviors.

   Irene focused all of her energy on Tobias, ignoring her son. Severus was filled with Pomona, and this attachment was transferred to her.

  Pomona never thought that Sirius would notice her. It was Sirius Black, the prince among princes. How many girls dreamed of dating him.

  It takes courage to compete with Sirius, and Pomona thinks she can’t be as brave as Ginny. After confirming the relationship with Harry, Harry left the school and destroyed the Horcrux. Ginny was secretly slandered or even bullied by the girls in the school. Oh, Pomona was the dean at that time, she had power, so she could stop those girls from bullying Ginny.

   But she dared not approach Sirius anyway when she was a student. She and the predators only dared to meet at night, so they gave her a nickname of Knox.

  Pomona still thinks Severus has made a mistake. She can imagine that she and Prince Sirius Black will be in a double and go to the prom, but she can’t accept his dignity and love with an ordinary girl.

As for Snape, no one noticed his goodness before the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry Potter clarified him. No one associates him with the love saint. He is like this garbage dump. No one wanted the **** at all, only she could hear the sweet voice.

  The dead Lily is the goddess of love in the sky. Pomona who is alive cannot beat her forever, but there are many goddesses of love on the earth.

As a Hefpaff, Pomona hates confrontation with people. Other colleges compete for the Quidditch Cup and the Academy Cup. She doesn’t really value those things. As long as she doesn’t fight for first place, she doesn’t have to offend anyone. There will be more people getting along with each other in a friendly way.

  Compared with Quidditch, doing housework is fun and entertaining. During the Triwizard Tournament, she was like a princess in Muggle cartoons, singing and working with house elves.

Hefpaff’s lounge is half underground, and the second floor is on the ground. From the window, you can see a green meadow and dandelions. Those plant specimens that can sing make the lounge always flow with music, glowing plants and fireflies at night. Let the lounge be hung with colored lights like a holiday. The little fool badgers are partying almost every day, and next door is the kitchen that never stops the food supply.

  Neville is much happier in Hefpaff than in Gryffindor. Although he dances awkwardly, he is better than being an invisible man in Gryffindor.

  He is not good at Quidditch, his grades are not good, and his appearance is not very good. It is really hard for Pomona to believe that the dumb gun of Longbottom family will be the savior, but who told him to be born in July like Harry.

  The forbidden forest was very quiet, as if even Xueluo’s voice could be heard. Glop was actually very lonely. Even if she taught him with magic, he thought he had done something wrong.

The giant’s stomach is a bottomless pit. After supplying him with leftovers for a while, even the house elves complained that Hogwarts could not raise a giant. He needed to find food in the forbidden forest by himself. Once he was extremely hungry. He ran to a Muggle town not far away. Fortunately, he remembered that people were not allowed to eat, otherwise it would kill people.

  It would be nice if giants can grow the land on their own, just like humans, they are very powerful. Power does not necessarily have to be used for fighting. With stable food, they will not be attracted by human interests, and they will be genocide in the end.

   "What else did Barty Crouch Jr. do besides torturing the Longbottoms in the Death Eaters?" She asked the dark wizard who didn't know what was thinking in his head, and seemed to be out of control.

"Many people wear masks all the time when they go to the party. I don't know who he is." His hands rubbed on her, and the two black robes tangled and made a rustling noise. "I heard he was imprisoned in Sirius Black. In the cell next to me, I was so scared to call my mother every day."

   "That's not him."

"It's him, senior sister, he and his mother only exchanged identities before the execution. Old Batty is the most hopeful person to become Minister of Magic. He always enjoys such a privilege." He whispered in her ear. "It was the fault of the old Batty Crouch. He used harsh methods to support the supporters of the Dark Lord. He forced the Death Eaters to have no other way but to kidnap his son. If the old Batty really understands his own The child should know that Barty actually didn’t want to be a good boy at all, let alone living in the shadow of his father. He was only 19 years old when he was executed for the first time. Old Barty really did it, he didn’t know. There are a lot of people who can't survive for a month, are they crazy directly in Azkaban?"

He hugged her tightly, trembling all over. "I'm scared, senior sister, I don't want to die like that. Every day I have nightmares until you show up. Sometimes I think you are the hallucinations of my delusion. Never existed."

"Old Batty loves Little Batty. He is so hard-faced and ruthless to hide it for Little Batty. His parents are willing to do everything for the child, including dying for him." Pomona hugged his arm. "I'm very Sorry for ignoring you."

"You had work to do at that time, didn't you? Busy to delete other people's memories." He said sarcastically. "Old Barty Crouch has died for his career, his wife and children are dead, and his reputation is gone. He and Abu Thinking is all the way, what does Vidtor Kryon say, a man who doesn't take care of his family is not a man at all. Now, who do you think we are doing wrong?"

   "You are making trouble unreasonably." She was a little angry and said, "Why do you blame me for making the wrong choice."

  He took a cigarette from the silver cigarette case, lit it, and smoked it like a hooligan. The red sparks flashed red like the taillights of the car.

  "Smoking is a bad habit, do you want to correct me?"

  Pomona snatched the cigarette from his hand, but did not extinguish it.

   "Cough cough." The first time she tried smoking, she coughed constantly and coughed up tears.

   "I don't like this." She returned the cigarette to him.

  He was so malicious that he took a big puff of cigarette and spewed choking smoke into her face.

   "I want to watch a movie, I will go tomorrow."

   "Well, it's up to you." Pomona said helplessly, and the fool would ask him what to do with work at this time.

   "Do you think I am a man or a child now?"

  Pomona did not speak.

  "Answer my question." He asked angrily.

"Man, sir." She replied unwillingly. The deer with a tough and majestic aura twisted his thin lips, as if trying to hide his triumphant smile, and when he finished smoking he put it into the snow. With a throw, grabbed her chin and let her face herself, letting the bitter taste of tobacco swept through her mouth.

"In sinister times, you need to use sinister methods to live longer. Every time I see young masters like Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy crying, I think they are disgusting. I can fight for whatever I want. Unpromising coward."

  He said expressionlessly, Pomona wanted to scratch the face of this Slytherin.

"That old wand, I don’t know what’s wrong with it. Draco didn’t choose me. Kricher said that Regulus went with the old wand and the Slytherin locket the night he left. Yes, how did it get into Albus?"

   "Call him Mr. Principal, Professor Snape!" Pomona said in a cold voice.

"I'm also the principal, Pomona, I'm equal to him now, don't you white wizards believe in this the most?" The old Slytherin bat sneered and said, "Fate is inherently unfair. is it hard?"

   "Then you still complain that the old wand didn't choose you!"

"Where did you hear that I complained about this? I was asking how the old wand got from Regulus's hand to Albus's hand." He looked at her with unfathomable eyes. "You and Ke Is Richie plotting something again?"

   "Why? Severus, why are you always so hateful?"

   Pomona yelled hysterically.

  "Do you want to curse me?" He grabbed a handful of snow, threw it directly on her face, and ran away.

  "Stop me, Severus Snape!" Pomona took out her wand and ran after him.

  She wouldn’t be so stupid to use evil curses on him, his rebound curse was strong, almost the same as the skin of a giant.

  After chasing for a while, she couldn't run anymore, and while she was breathing heavily and adjusting her breathing, he smiled mockingly at her in the darkness ahead.

   "Wait and see!" Pomona waved her fist at him, "I will teach you sooner or later!"

  (End of this chapter)