Chapter 563 The pain of parting

"This medicine will probably paralyze Albus, make him forget the purpose of his coming here, make him feel extremely painful, unable to concentrate, or otherwise incapacitate him, but Albus believes that Tom will not be poisoned. Kill him, or all the people who came to this island." Pomona looked at the potion master Snape helplessly. "How did he know Tom wouldn't poison the people who came to that island? What are those corpses?"

   Severus grinned at her grimly, showing his yellow teeth.

   "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

   "It is obviously not a mixture of the semi-finished product of the sage's stone and Wangchuan water, is it?" He said strangely, "You are right again."

   "Oh, Severus, I didn't think I had beaten you." She explained tiredly.

  But he obviously did not accept her statement, he was like his intelligence degenerating to a teenager, when he was still reading.

  When a boy meets a female classmate with better grades than him, this is his expression at this moment, and Hermione is often bullied by Draco.

  "You white wizard, always make the right choice, and the wrong one will always be us." Mr. Black wizard picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of tequila.

  Butter beer is warm and sweet, but the Slytherin who drank butter beer on three broomsticks with Lily had grown up with a white foam "moustache" on his lips.

   Tequila is a strong alcohol. It tastes very vigorous, but if you drink it quickly or violently, you will go crazy and dizzy.

  For Pomona, Severus in adulthood is like agave, with a poisonous tongue and spicy, but the wine looks as clear and transparent as water.

  Agave has hard vitality, even if it grows on rather poor soil, it will not be affected.

  She looked at the muscle lines on his arm that could not be blocked by the black jacket, and she began to think about it.

It was because he worked hard to become stronger. Most people exercise in the sun, and the skin will get very dark, but he is in secret tunnels and cellars, and his skin is pale like that. If it sounds good, it is a marble statue. It sounds like a corpse. What a pity if a "beast" like him becomes such a slippery dark creature.

   "What are you looking at?" He smiled triumphantly, calling back the soul she didn't know where to fly.

   "Nothing." She turned her gaze away.

   "You, like Albus, like the dark wizard." He walked slowly over with a wine glass. "Why are you two so ‘naughty’?"

   Pomona felt that Albus would not be happy when Severus called him "naughty", but she was not in the mood to defend him.

  Now she was very nervous, her fingers stirred the tassel on the pillow, and it didn't take long for her to feel the sofa next to her sink, and the smell of sage mixed with tequila smells on her face.

"If you like it, you must fight for it. Don't learn from Albus. If they can be together, there won't be so many tragedies in this world." He put his hand on her thigh and kneaded it hard, she immediately Looked at him in panic.

   Her shadow was reflected in his dark eyes, and her eyes looked extremely moist, as if they were holding tears.

   "Stop..."

   "You know I won't stop." He said softly, but could not refuse, "I am not a monk, and you are not a nun. It is a school and not a monastery. We did nothing wrong."

  Compared with Voldemort's pool of corpses, they only had an office romance in school.

  But she knew very well that no matter what excuses she used, "sin" was sin. If Severus could abandon the black magic, Lily might fall in love with him.

   "Drink it." Just when she hesitated, Severus handed a glass of tequila to her lips, just like Harry in the cave did to Albus.

"I do not want……"

  He grabbed her jaw and poured wine into her mouth.

  She was like swallowing a fireball, burning from her mouth along her throat.

   "The fire **** Albus used in the cave to clear the way is incomparable. If he is the one chosen by the old wand, which one do you think is stronger than the Dark Lord?"

  Justin’s grandfather said that there is nothing more ugly than a broken soul, even a body torn apart by a bomb.

  But, she doesn’t know if he has ever seen a corpse. Which monster and twisted soul are uglier than?

   "Are you thinking about the old wand?" she asked.

   "I just want to know why it didn't choose me, and the Dark Lord." He drank the remaining agave in one gulp. "Is it because we are mixed?"

   "Albus is also mixed, and his mother is Muggle."

  After finishing talking, Pomona came to life. Maybe the old wand chose Draco not because Master Malfoy was pure blood.

   "Then why? I killed Albus Dumbledore."

   "I remember Harry said, it was Draco's first weapon to eliminate you."

"The so-called death stick is just an ordinary magic wand." He was like a big bad guy, touching her thigh while smirking at her. "Do you know why I hate him so much? He begged me to kill him. He, he also gave me no way out. His grave was dug up and he deserved it."

  Pomona looked at him blankly.

When the Japanese economy bubbled in the 1990s, it was bank staff who begged people to borrow money. Those who could not resist material temptations and voluntarily borrowed were not worthy of pity, but those who were repeatedly begged to borrow money at the last moment were with Severe. His situation is the same.

  He was kind, but he was cheated. From then on, he had to carry a huge amount of debt and even his original property was mortgaged.

  Like the story of Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, Mr. Dong Guo saw that the wolf rescued him poorly, but he was almost eaten by the wolf himself.

   "Why don't you just tell him you care about Harry?"

   "I told you that I won't let him hold on to my handle anymore." He sighed very tiredly, "He can sacrifice anything for victory."

   "I never thought he was Gay." Pomona clutched her hand on her thigh. When Severus was a child, his hands were not as big as hers. Now his hands are as big as Albus.

   "Me too." Severus said lowly, "Aberforth said he is good at hiding secrets."

"He really doesn't look like it at all." Pomona thought of the Eli who came to serve him. He knew it was a **** at first glance, but Pomona felt that he was still hiding himself because he was in fashion. He must behave as a "mother". Other people think he is "professional."

If the male aesthetic is the leftist and the female aesthetic is the rightist, then the aesthetics of homosexuals are in the middle, a neutral aesthetic that is softer than masculine and softer than masculine. In game theory, this aesthetic is most in line with Nash equilibrium. However, she I still like more masculine men, especially those who have an indomitable soul and are brave and smart, even if he doesn't look good.

   "Do you still think about him?" Severus asked.

   "It's hard to forget someone like him." Pomona leaned on his shoulder and said, "Give me some time."

  Severus sat there without speaking.

   "I don't want to kill him." Severus said after a long time, "but it will be very painful to continue to drag him."

   "I know." She squeezed his arm and said, "Stop talking."

  So they all became quiet.

  For an unknown period of time, the sound of the piano came downstairs, not Bach, but a chant.

  They all felt the peace and holiness in the music, like the feathers of an angel floating down from the sky, unintentionally, just floating freely in the wind, guiding these people to a quiet and white world...

  　Happy Chinese New Year, I hope that the people of Wuhan will be safe and healthy, and everyone will tide over the difficulties safely

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)