Chapter 585 Fallen Angel

  There is a kind of art. For most people, it doesn’t matter if there is it or not. Even if it doesn’t, it will not affect the lives of most people.

This kind of art is usually "elegant" art, such as symphony, ballet, tea art and poetry learned by the Red Chamber Poetry Fairy Miaoyu. These are useless to the robber, and he has no intention and motivation to understand these. What good is it for people who worry about three meals a day?

In contrast, everyone knows how to decorate a house, but how to match colors is a difficult problem. Choosing curtains is a compulsory course for every housewife. Girls at Slytherin College need to distinguish 28 kinds of green, and which kind of green is the real one. The "Slytherin Green" disputed for centuries. A good designer can not only design a house like an artwork, but he also has a high salary, which is unmatched by traditional art.

Times are changing, and people’s aesthetics are also changing. People spend most of their lives in houses, homes, schools, offices, factories, etc. When people’s material abundance reaches a certain level, they will turn to spiritual life. .

To be too elegant is not a good thing. People in big cities are used to being elegant and calm in front of others to create the effect of multiple ignorance. When everyone doesn’t know what to do, you look at me, I look at you, and eventually a group effect is formed. Everyone stood on the sidelines to those who fell on the ground in need of first aid.

There are many styles of decorating the house. Some people like the minimalism of Northern Europe, and some people like the luxury of French style. Pomona intends to add a touch of human touch to this house designed for Lucius's gray-blue eyes and stone-hearted men. .

  The **** Slytherin green, and those cold silver, French people like romance, even if she is not French in the true sense.

  After returning to the apartment, I took the elevator to the top floor, and the sculpture at the door changed its shape again. It was no longer a naive panda, but a stone flowerpot filled with flowers of various colors.

  She also used paper to change some butterflies. At the moment they are dancing around the flowers. It looks much more comfortable than La Conao.

  Slytherin really likes snakes, even the door handles are snake-shaped.

Pomona used her magic wand to recite the door opening spell at it. When she opened the door, the respected dean was reading the newspaper. It was the Daily Prophet. The photos in the newspaper were still moving. That person Pomona knew, it was Da Mokris Belle.

  The old bat has a sardonic smile on his face, which contrasts with Belbee’s smile in the photo.

   "What's interesting news?"

   "Nothing." Severus folded the newspaper. "How about you?"

   "I talked to her." Pomona said as she took off her coat.

   "Then?"

   "She's very nervous." Pomona avoided the seriousness and said lightly, "Anyone who is considered a suspect will be like her."

   Snape also had a "criminal" student Marcus Flint, and her binoculars also had an image of him robbing the Royal Mint vault. This was a good threat, because he liked Marcus.

  For the British Museum, the loss of an antique vase and the loss of a sponsor are worth weighing. "Capital is the supreme power." The museum curator can use it as a gift to give back to charitable organizations for 150 years of funding.

  Ma Qingchen’s biggest problem is her ignorance of world affairs. She is protected by Zhang Tao so well. She doesn’t worry about money. This is really a hell. How can anyone in this world not worry about money?

Rather than composing the ballet that no one can understand, they might as well adapt the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. There are never too many women on Valentine’s Day. After February 14th, Western Valentine’s Day, Tanabata can be celebrated again. There are also stories about watching the stars in summer. It's time to talk.

   "I asked you to talk to her, not to listen to her'business as usual.'" Severus followed her to the locker room, and Pomona was startled by this fascinating guy.

   "Otherwise, what do you want to hear? She is suspicious. You should arrest her immediately?" Pomona said impatiently, "Can you stop being nosy, it's the police's business to track down the stolen goods."

   "You're protecting her, aren't you?" Severus smiled weirdly, and said very slickly, "You didn't say anything other than asking questions?"

   "What can I tell her?"

   "For example, how did Zhang Tao and Dumbledore meet? When did he come to London?"

  "Can't you find it?"

"Zhang is a simple man, almost few people notice him." Severus walked over. "Just like you, hide yourself. No matter how beautiful the gemstone is, no one knows its beauty, I won't Hide you so deep like an old fool."

  "Aren’t you afraid of me being stolen?"

  He smiled triumphantly.

   "How about doing it again? Just like that day, looking in the mirror."

  Pomona jumped up like a cat with exploded hair.

"Do not!"

   "Why not?" He blocked her way and prevented her from leaving the locker room.

   "I must be crazy to promise you." She said with great regret that it was one of the stupidest things she had done in her life.

  "We will be on guard for the next few days. Don't you give some comfort to the soldiers who are about to go to the battlefield?" He began to pester her like Brady pestered Scarlett in the movie.

"I also need to go."

   "How about let me give you some comfort?"

   "Go away!" Pomona waved her fist and beat him, but it didn't help. He held her head like an okay person, and then began to kiss her.

   "Stop..."

   "You know I won't stop." He gasped and said, "I wanted to do this when I was in a cafe."

  Pomona remembered the coffee table, and Grindelwald always did something to Albus while Aberforth was leaving.

   "I hope I can never graduate from Hogwarts." She couldn't stop his hand, and could only say helplessly, "I hope I never grow up."

"You can hope so, but I've grown up." He stared into her eyes and said, "You can't stop a person from growing, just like you can't stop aging. We wasted many years. If it weren't for the appearance of Lotus, we might It's just so confused and old."

   "No, it won't be like this..."

"Oh, hell, I forgot about Sirius Black. He is your fiancé. You can get into Lestrange’s vault at Gringotts and destroy Hefpaff’s gold cup, just like he let I’m here to destroy Slytherin’s locket." He laughed madly. "That sword, it’s not the sword of the king. Do you remember they talked about the Lord of the Rings? That sword represents greed. Desire, as long as the power that makes it stronger can be absorbed, it is really like him."

"what are you saying?"

   "I want to ruin him, that false saint!" With red eyes, he pulled the collar apart, revealing the scar on his neck. "Look at what he did to me?"

  "Nagini did it."

  "If love is such a great power, why does he hide it? Like the wizard with a hairy heart, he feels that it is shameful to talk about love. He is talking about a hypocrite who does a different thing..."

   "Enough!" She screamed loudly.

"Oh, your voice just now is really like Doris." He squinted and said with a smile, and drew his wand from his sleeve to face her. "Once, I used my wand to paint on your naked/naked back. On the Volga River, ice crystals will appear on your skin. They will bloom, grow like feathers, soften at the edges, condense into water droplets, and flow along your spine, and you will groan softly, just Like a kitten."

  Following his voice, the cutting spell used by the wand cut her clothes apart. It made no sound, only the cold air made her get goose bumps.

  Severus read a letter from Grindelwald to Albus. At that time, the old white beard was still a boy with brown-red hair, and his smile was as gentle as an angel.

"Do you know why he loves toffee so much? Grindelwald mentioned taffydays many times in his letter. It was his only sweet memory of his bad prison life. You want to know what made Black survive. Did Azkaban have been in prison for twelve years?"

   "Please stop."

"We have become too old. We belonged to a century ago, accompanied by waterwheels, rivers, and Albus, instead of being trapped in our towers and rotting in the corners of the world. We belonged to the beginning when our talents were not lost. Responsibility is oppressed, our beauty has not been worn down by time, do you think that the dark wizard can't love people? I hope, it's not too late for me to say this, we can't live forever, in my life, I only love one person..."

   "And he is dead, I will die for him!" Pomona screamed, pushing him away with all her strength "Don't quote them again."

  What he just said was all the content of the correspondence between Albus and Grindelwald, and Pomona began to know how to remarry through the owl.

"The last few hours, I think it's like a few months. When I am alone, the time becomes extremely long." He leaned against the wall, covered his face with his hands, and said in a crying voice. "I No, I can bless Lily and James to marry, but I can’t, I can’t..."

   "No one said I want to marry Sirius." Pomona said helplessly, "I won't let you alone."

  "Don't be nosy. When this time is over, let's stay away from the Chinese." He gritted his teeth and said, "Nosy is a bad habit."

   "Okay." She agreed without hesitation.

  Old fools and old lunatics are too nosy to ruin their lives. She doesn't want to repeat their mistakes.

   Then, they were silent, but the silent air gradually warmed up with his sight. She didn't feel that she was wrapping her hand around her, covering the clothes he had just cut with the cutting curse.

   "Don't do this." She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling like a feather fan.

  "How much do you know about the legend of Irmalinen?" He tried to say in a calm tone.

  "The Hammer of Eternity?" Pomona thought for a moment and asked.

  "In their letter, they talked about the way to eliminate dementors. I think maybe we have to go to the North Pole."

   "What?" she exclaimed.

"The North Sea is very cold, but it should not be as cold as the Arctic. It is our mission to find and eliminate those cloak monsters who have no memory and soul. The problems of others are solved by themselves." He returned to normal, stood up straight, slowly and slowly. Came over gracefully "Don't be interested in other people's civilization, you should look at me carefully, have you lost interest in me? Senior sister."

   "Can we change a place with flowers?" She tremblingly begged.

   He tilted his head and looked at her up and down, then suddenly smiled.

   Then he used a flying curse, attracted a large handful of dancing orchids, and delivered it to her.

"Look, how beautiful you look." He turned behind her, cheeks to cheeks, looking at the reflections of the two in the mirror, and said, "Don't be haunted by the ghosts of the past. I love you, senior sister. ."

   "You lied." She said helplessly.

  He sniffed the smell of her with his hook nose, rubbing his hand on her waist.

   "Why are you not ordinary women, they are much smarter than you." He whispered in her ear, and then began to **** her skin, like eating sweet toffee.

  She slowly closed her eyes.

  You lit the flame in my heart with your blood, so magnificent and dazzling.

Many years ago, by the peaceful riverside, a blond boy put his head on the brown-haired boy’s lap, the brown-haired boy wrapped his blond hair with his fingers, the sunlight was beautiful, the bushes were green, and the blood-stained silver knife was in the grass. Flashes between.

   "We need to find the resurrection stone first." The brown-haired boy said.

   "Why?" the blond boy asked.

  "Because we have it, we can see their ghosts." The brown-haired boy said.

   "Albus, that is meaningless." The blond boy said.

  The brown-haired boy was silent, letting him play with his hanging hair.

  She slowly opened her eyes.

In the mirror, she saw a terrible scene, like a scene in a horror movie, where the vampire bit the beautiful woman’s neck, but fortunately Lily’s ghost was not here and still within her tolerance, so she indulged him and **** him. Anything you want to do.

  (End of this chapter)