Chapter 197 Too Sweet

Beside the Dark Lord, apart from Severus Snape, there are two other people who perfectly mastered Occlumency, one is Lucius Malfoy, the other is Bellatrix, the three of them are Having mastered his different important things, Draco Malfoy had also received Bellatrix's Occlumency training when he was in school, and he had mastered it very well. After Katie Bell was cursed by the necklace, Severus went to him and asked if the necklace had something to do with Draco, and Draco resisted Severus' Legilimency at that time.

It's just that bad things happen one after another, Draco Malfoy is both a bully bully and a scared teenager, and Legilimency is a magic that is directly related to emotions and emotions. A master of Occlumency can divide his emotions in an instant, but when a person is in a state of being too relaxed or too excited, he is easily invaded. The reason why Draco was easily invaded by Pomona a while ago was because he Without clearing his mind, now that he feels his life is back under control, his mind is less easily invaded.

Draco was still a brat who liked to cry to girls, and he cried to Pomona when he suffered a little loss from his classmates, but the way he told it was not through words, but through memory, and his emotions were like a wild horse. Compared with Harry, both Draco and Hermione are easy to teach, and even Draco doesn't need her to teach anymore, it's just that the kid needs someone to talk to, and Pomona just needs to continue acting It's fine if you don't know.

"Don't do this." She pushed away the snake controler who said she wanted to chat, but then wanted to ask for a kiss.

He sneaked up on her, and also took away a memory related to black magic. The white wizard's favorite student and his last closed disciple each mastered his different secrets. Now they have become a team. No wonder Dumbledore would be so angry.

"The curse on the necklace that hit Katie Bell was no ordinary curse, it was a very, very dark force, and I didn't doubt it when the Savior said that the necklace was made by Malfoy, he was half Black, I heard Katie is flying in the air, that's a very powerful curse." He put his arms around her like a smooth-talking liar and whispered, "Don't you wonder who your parents are?"

"I don't remember them," she said flatly. "I was raised by an old woman named Sprout."

"Then how about we figure it out?" He said happily as if he had encountered a new game, "Tell me all the clues you know."

"My father is French," she affirmed. "I had a dream when I was in a coma. My name is Pomona Martin."

"Is that your real name?"

"No, I don't think so." She looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window. "Dumbledore has always regarded me as a noble lady. The surname Martin is not like a pure-blood surname."

"A pure blood French aristocrat and veela, oh my God." Severus smiled smugly at the way he'd earned it. "I'm such a lucky man."

"Magic creatures are like playthings to pure-blood nobles. They kill us like holding a sports meeting. I don't know if my mother voluntarily or was locked up as a plaything and gave birth to me." She paused and then Said, "When I was young, I always felt that maybe I was a mistake and no one wanted me at all, but now I feel that it doesn't matter if I have them or not."

"You're different from Harry Potter, he always wanted parents." He kissed her earlobe, blowing hot air next to her ear, "like a child who can't grow up."

Pomona wished that Dumbledore was alive so that she would have someone to protect her from being invaded by this man next to her life, her body, her mind.

Like a kind of black magic, he is slowly eroding her, like soaking ink on white paper, becoming no longer pure.

"Did you go to the Battle of the Ministry of Magic?"

"No, the Dark Lord asked me to stay back." He mumbled against her cheek, "When others risked their lives and died again, Bella said that I was the one who would be there when the time came. Cowards withdrawing into their holes, do you feel the same way?"

"That's why you signed the Unbreakable Vow?" Pomona couldn't believe that he was as easily provoked as a reckless teenager.

"Do you think I'm a coward, or a warrior?" He struggled with another question.

"Harry said you were the bravest man he'd ever met," Pomona said, as the newspaper said.

"What do you think?" he asked angrily.

"You are a brave coward." Pomona patted him on the cheek. "Remember the House of Screams? When Lupine transformed, you still protected Hermione and the others behind your back against the werewolves."

"Damn, how do you know?" He stopped pretending to be a lover and sat up directly.

"Lupine doesn't have many memories after his transformation..." She grabbed his arm and rubbed it. "Lie down, I'm so cold by myself."

"Should we get up, how many days has it been?" He said rationally.

Because of the presence of the house elves, Pomona didn't have to do the cooking herself. Even Pomona herself felt that she was too depraved.

"Are you afraid that you will no longer be excluded?"

"I just don't think it's the right thing to do." He sighed, and said as weakly as he was struggling. "My brain doesn't work at all."

"I also want to get some fresh air, how about we go for a walk?"

"where do you want to go?"

"Dog sledding!" She sat up excitedly. "Remember that time we went to Scandinavia?"

"I went to Scandinavia." He glared at her viciously. "The Triwizard Tournament was held in Durmstrang that year. I was in charge of leading the team. You came here on your own during the winter vacation."

"Really?" She tilted her head and began to recall.

"That's right." He replied affirmatively, "Dumbledore asked me to pick you up. When I found you, you were having a great time playing dog sledding!"

Durmstrang is a school that only admits pure-blood students and condones the dark arts. Grindelwald once studied here.

"How did someone like Karkaroff become headmaster of Durmstrang?"

"Everyone has their own preferences. Do you know why Theodore Not is favored?"

Pomona shook her head honestly.

"Have you heard of the School of Magic Potions Tournament?"

"I know this, whoever wins can get a golden crucible."

Severus looked at her and shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"The Magic School Potions Tournament is a competition held between the four magic schools of Hogwarts, Kodostoritz, Magic Institute and Waggadu. Theodore has won it once."

"Why don't I have a picture?"

"Compared to the Potions Tournament, isn't the Triwizard Tournament more eye-catching? Old Belbi even said that potions aren't magic at all! People nowadays don't pay much attention to potions!" When he said this, he began to grit his teeth, "I hate that Kid, waste your talent."

"Why don't I remember that you won the golden cauldron?" Pomona continued to recall.

"I don't want to waste time on that kind of thing." The great potions professor was obviously very proud, but he pretended to be calm and said, "To participate in that kind of competition, you have to go abroad. In the seventh grade, I arranged for him to go to Kodos Torrez for magic The school is in the game."

"In St. Mungo's, I saw him high-five Draco." Pomona remembered the scene at that time still vividly, when Draco Malfoy was so "equal" with his peers.

"He was invited to that ball, and Draco talked to him in the garden." Severus sighed. "They remind me of me and Lucius."

"Do you still want to talk to him now?"

He didn't answer.

"Come here." She stretched out her arms and gave him a hug.

"Did I do something wrong again, Pomona?" he cried into her arms.

"You're not perfect, Severus, and besides, that rabbit can't stand scares. If you talk to him rashly and scare him into doing something radical, you'll kill old Nott." She followed him softly. His hair is like grooming the big dog that Sirius turned into. "He's just an ordinary old man who avenged his son."

"How do you know that's why he killed old Barty Crouch?"

"I just knew," Pomona said. "Barty Crouch Jr. didn't have the guts to kill his dad."

"Why?" he asked, still crying.

"I don't know." She looked at the heavy snow outside the window again, "Maybe it's because killing a father is a crime, and his soul can't afford that kind of crime."

Severus cried even harder this time.

"He begged me...to kill him..." he choked out. "Only then will the Dark Lord fully trust me again."

"I know, Severus, I know." Pomona kissed his hair. "If you don't do that, Draco will be responsible for killing him. In that case, even if Harry protects him, his life will be ruined." gone."

There will be another noble son imprisoned in the tomb of the living in Azkaban, wasting his precious life, and finally living like a ghost.

In order to pay for the crime he committed, the old wizard asked another person to bear the crime of killing his father, although they seemed to hate each other on the surface.

She bent down and kissed the weeping poor man, trying to comfort his wounded soul, but he quickly regained control so forcefully that the innocent kiss got out of control.

Do the right thing because it is right, but it will make you miserable.

Doing the wrong thing, even if it is wrong, but it makes you happy, how should you choose?

She chose to sink, just like the song sang, she couldn't help falling in love with you, if a smart person saw it, she would say how stupid this woman is.