Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 98 Dragon Fruit

  No matter how powerful a spell is, if it doesn't hit the target, it can't form the effect that a spell should have.

  The process of casting spells can be replaced with a Muggle Mauser rifle, which can be loaded, aimed, fired, loaded, aimed, and fired, all in one step. In this process, you need to concentrate. If you are distracted, you can't load it even if you aim at the "bullet". The more accomplished people, the stronger the focus.

Young girls think that handsome men are attractive. At a certain age they know that serious men are the most attractive. When he really came into her sight, it was when he boiled the potion. In his eyes, only that pot is the only thing. Strange things, no matter how beautiful a woman flies in front of him, he doesn't care.

  If time can turn again, she wants to dance with her prince at Malfoy Manor again. This time she will not escape his sight, so she can see his face clearly.

He is no longer the child who needs to be protected by her, but an adult who can protect her, with a petting smile on the corners of his mouth, and only her in his eyes. He is still dressed in black, but what he wears is not the former Ai. Lin was wearing a floral shirt, but a white shirt. When stepping out of the fireplace, it was a little gray and stuck to it, making the snow white imperfect, but she didn’t use her magic wand to clean it up. She stretched out her hand and adjusted his bow tie, just like other ladies treated herself. Like her husband, the man is always careless in details. He took her hand to the dance floor and started the first dance of the ball in the eyes of everyone.

Tom must be an excellent teacher. The disciples he taught are very elegant, and there is no shame in having him lead her as a novice. She feels like a phoenix, bathed in the scorching sight, warm all over, just It's as if it's going to float.

   "Pomona, are you listening to me?"

  Nacissa's voice called her soul back, and beside her sat the platinum noble Lucius Malfoy.

  At this time, they were eating breakfast on the first floor of a small hotel, old and dirty tables, rushing passengers, and rough waiters, everything had nothing to do with the gorgeous and cold Malfoy Manor.

  French toast is on the table. The taste of butter and fresh milk is very fragrant. It is accompanied by a cup of steaming coffee. The early morning starts here.

   "Why are you here?" Pomona looked at Lucius with a blank face. The expression in the Badger House represented anger.

   "Is this your attitude to the person who pays for breakfast? Pomona?" Lucius drank his coffee and fought back without showing weakness. Oh, he was the annoying Malfoy again.

It’s a big expense to pay for the family’s expenses, especially since Arthur has five growing-up sons and an unmarried daughter. If he doesn’t make some money while he is working, he can’t do it. Feeding such a big family.

  Lucius and the Minister are in a box, but he and the Weasleys on the top floor stand upright. It is naive and ridiculous. He has the same virtue as Xiaolong.

Even if Harry had money, he would not buy the tickets for the front row alone, watch the game alone, even if the game was very exciting, it would not be able to offset the loneliness. She should have thought that there must be other people in the minister's box at that time. It’s just that she’s not interested in Quidditch, and think that the old bat won’t be interested in it, because he hates James Potter and was ashamed once in front of Lily. He actually tried to ride a broomstick, but he still loved Irene, he His mother is the captain of the High Rock team. The Slytherin Quidditch team is no worse than Gryffindor. Draco is also very good at Quidditch. She hadn't noticed it before.

"Are you fans of the Irish team?" Pomona said listlessly. Hefpaff's girls are more interested in Quidditch athletes. Where Victor goes, there are a group of girls following, most of them are Heffield. Puff’s.

"Darren O'Hare, he invented the pursuer and the eagle-head offensive formation. It is more ferocious than the fire dragon and smarter than the fire dragon." Lucius said something she didn't understand at all, and Narcissa smiled. Looking at him, his eyes are full of appreciation.

  It was only one night, so forgive him?

   "I think the last thing you said was Darren O'Hare's evaluation of the Heidelberg Hounds team, dear."

  Nacissa surprised Pomona even more. She also understands Quidditch?

   "I'm not talking about the Heidelberghounds, but the hellhound, Cici." Lucius patted Narcissa's hand. "He is like a burning flame."

  Pomona suddenly realized who Lucius was talking about. She put her hand under the dining table and gently turned the ring on her right middle finger. If she wanted to meet, she could summon it at any time, as if he was her servant.

  She couldn't help but started to giggle again.

   "I heard Cici said that you are training Draco in Occlumency, how is the situation?" Lucius asked again.

   "Not very good." Pomona held her cup "He is not focused enough."

  Platinum Malfoy's parents both showed a worried look.

   "Lucius, have you studied Occlumency?" Pomona looked at the beautiful head and wondered what was in it. Is it as empty as Straw Lockhart?

  A man without thinking is worse than a woman without beauty.

"I think you want to see how your fire dragon fought with me, right, Christine." Lucius sneered in a Malfoy manner. "Yes, he beat me badly. You are very happy." right?"

   "Of course." Pomona smiled sweetly, "You deserve it."

  The demeanor on the surface of Lucius couldn’t stop, and Pomona’s smile became even sweeter.

   "Why can you stay overnight? He must leave in the middle of the night?"

   "He has a lot to do." When Pomona changed the subject, Malfoy also said in an interface.

  "Will the Quidditch World Cup be held again?" Pomona exclaimed.

   "You count, the World Cup is held every four years. Will it be held this year?" Lucius looked at her maliciously, as if waiting to see her joke.

  Harry graduated in 1997, and then they lived in seclusion for six years...

   "My dear, do you know what day it is today?" Narcissa looked at her sympathetically, and Lucius Malfoy immediately laughed.

   "You are so naive, Malfoy!" Pomona flushed, and she forgot the time like a girl in love.

   "Do you know how stupid you were when you laughed?" Lucius said without aristocratic temperament, "Also, you want to call me Uncle Christine."

  Pomona wanted to pour the coffee in her hand onto his face.

  "What theme do you want to use for the Halloween party? Honey." Narcissa asked with a smile.

   "You are the hostess, it is up to you to decide." Pomona put the cup down, grabbed the toast on the plate and ate it.

  "This is a gift from us. Thank you for everything you have done for us." Narcissa said, "I know you always wanted to dance with Severus."

   "I didn't do anything."

   "You made us redeemed. It's great to fight back." Narcissa turned to look at her husband. "Are you right, dear?"

  The peacock looked nervously at his beautiful lady who was as beautiful as a poisonous snake. Her body was stiff, and she did not dare to move as if she was petrified.

  It's really sad.

   Pomona shook her head, but still planned to help him, after all, he and Severus are now allies.

   "You can forgive a betrayal, but don't trust him again, Cici, you can't trust him wholeheartedly."

   "I know." Narcissa looked at Malfoy and said, "Besides, I haven't forgiven him yet."

   "When will you torture me?" Lucius complained.

"At least you have a reason to leave that prison, don't you, uncle, enjoy the feeling of freedom." Pomona smiled sweetly. "By the way, teach your son how to operate the property. Even if he doesn't inherit the family business, he can't manage his money. No, do you want him to be like Arthur Weasley?"

   "Why are you so small but so mean?" Malfoy said.

Pomona didn’t bother to pay attention to him. She looked at her reflection on the dinner plate. If she didn’t dress up and matured, she would always look like a fifteen or sixteen years old, just like a young child, nothing like Cici’s. Feminine, it looks so sad.

  (End of this chapter)