Chapter 3146 Silver Eagle and Golden Eagle (7)

Pomona carried a picnic basket and found a place with a good view overlooking the Black Lake and the castle to sit down. Surrounded by flowers, she enjoyed afternoon tea while reading the book she brought.

It was Mr. Bingley who excited Mrs. Bennet and Pemberley, and Mr. Darcy appeared as a "supporting role." Although Darcy immediately attracted the attention of the audience as soon as he appeared, because he was tall and handsome, and everyone They all looked at him with envy.

However, before the ball was over, his image in people's hearts plummeted, because everyone found that he was arrogant and arrogant. No matter how much property he had in Derbyshire, it didn't help, and his handsome face became irritating. Too bad.

Mr. Darcy thought it didn't matter. He was extremely picky. The country girls in this country ballroom were certainly not as good as the ladies in London.

"Then what's he doing out in the country?" Pomona said, disappointed, and turned to the next page.

At that time, Elizabeth was waiting not far from Mr. Darcy. There were more women attending the ball than men, not to mention that there were people like Darcy who were unwilling to dance. She heard all the conversation between him and Mr. Bingley, and it was nice. By coincidence, Mr. Darcy turned his head and met Elizabeth's eyes.

The prince in the fairy tale fell in love with Cinderella at first sight when he saw the transformed Cinderella, but Mr. Darcy seemed not to. He just thought Elizabeth was beautiful, but it failed to move his heart.

This ball did not lead to the marriage between the two, but made Elizabeth disgusted with Darcy. They were supposed to be passers-by in each other's lives, but because of Jane and Mr. Bingley, they could not become real passers-by.

Elizabeth is not as pliable as Jane. She is a determined person who will not change at will just because others treat her well.

Pomona put down the book in her hand and looked not far away. Quirrell was carrying a specimen box. He seemed to want to go to where Pomona was, but because this position was occupied by her, she looked like a squirrel. As if observing from a distance.

"Are you here to collect specimens again? Professor." Pomona said to Quirrell.

Quirrell ignored her and left with the specimen box on his back. Pomona looked at his back and smiled, then continued reading.

Darcy and Bingley are good friends, and Mr. Bingley is as docile and easy-going as Jane, which means that Darcy and Elizabeth like the same type of person.

At this time Pomona heard the footsteps again, and she thought it was Quirrell returning.

This grassland was originally public, and she originally didn't want to make fun of Quirrell anymore, until a shadow blocked her light.

She moved her book so that the sun could continue to shine on it.

"Where were you last night?" said Snape.

Pomona raised his head, because he was standing with a backlight, and the whole person was like a shadow on the dark ground.

"I was out for a while." Pomona said nonchalantly, continuing to look down at the book.

"Where?" he said again.

She didn't feel the need to answer the question.

"Where's that kid?" he said impatiently.

"I sent Random to Moody's," Pomona said calmly.

"Is this what you did yesterday?"

No, but it's actually not bad to let him misunderstand it like this.

However, she did not lie, but remained silent, as if acquiescing.

"You finally accomplished something," he said dryly.

"I'm not doing this for you." Pomona said, looking at the book. "Random needs a place to do his summer homework, and I found that he needs someone to watch over him, and Moody is just the perfect fit."

"No, I won't go~" Random said resistingly at the door of Alastor's house.

"That's not up to you, sir." Pomona stood in the messy courtyard and said with her hands on her hips. "Didn't you say that you want to be an animal nurse in the future? Do you think that all animals are the same as the swallow-tailed dogs in school, and they know how to turn around?" I want you to touch my belly?"

"But what does that have to do with Mad-Eye?" Random said sadly.

"You treat him like a crazy animal, and of course you can't let him know that." Pomona handed Random a basket filled with envelopes of chicken pie.

Random held the basket and didn't react for a moment.

"The peace of the soul and body is conducive to a normal and safe life." Pomona said to Random, "When the animal's desire is satisfied, its soul also feels peaceful. The current Moody is irrational, but he is not Will attack you like a real animal and you'll be safe."

"I don't think so." Random said with a grimace.

"Listen, Scamander has rescued many animals, including those that were abused in the circus. There is a magical animal named Zou Wu. It was injured miserably, even though it is a symbol of kindness. "It's a creature, and it almost attacked Scamander." Pomona said expressionlessly, "Watching animal performances is fun, but the audience doesn't know the pain it goes through, and it can go crazy at any time. Attack them. Happiness is not based on happiness. Things that make people feel happy are not necessarily happy. When Death Eaters torture Muggles, they also feel happy..."

"What they did was wrong!" Random said urgently.

"Moody stopped them. Why did you interrupt me just now?" Pomona asked.

"Angry," Random said.

"You just listened a little, but Moody has witnessed and experienced a lot, so you understand what I mean?" Pomona said.

Random said nothing.

"You told Professor Snape that you weren't afraid of getting hurt and you were just bluffing?" Pomona asked.

"Do I want to sleep here?" Random said reluctantly.

"When you think it's almost time, take the Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron and floo back to Hogsmeade." Pomona straightened Random's collar. "Moody is an excellent Auror. You guys will talk about it later." Maybe we will become colleagues, come on."

Pomona then left Moody's home.

"Well done." Snape praised, as if he didn't even hear what she just said.

"What else do you want, Severus?" she said impatiently.

Uninvited, he sat down on the other side of the picnic blanket and looked at the surrounding scenery.

"We haven't been like this for a long time." He said calmly.

The last time they had had this picnic, he had been a student in Slytherin robes, even paler and thinner than he was now, like a stunted bean sprout.

The life of entering the magic school he dreamed of was not as beautiful as he and Lily imagined while lying under the dead tree by the river bank. Daydreams were always much more beautiful than reality.

Pomona stood up, leaving behind the uneaten food and the adult Snape.

What is regret? Feel like you didn't make the right choice? Are you negative about something you've done? Or thought you should do something, but ended up avoiding it?

Regret is the opposite of satisfaction, it is a kind of sadness.

Those who do not go back, take responsibility for what they have done, and do not doubt themselves are worthy of admiration and envy, although "repentance" is often regarded as a good quality.

Albus did not use the time turner to go back to that night out of regret. No, it was earlier, the day when a Muggle child attacked Arianna, causing her magic to riot, and she was finally possessed by Obscurus.

Until then, everything was good and lucky.

He still has a chance to stop Aberforth, stop Grindelwald, stop himself.

Happiness is difficult enough, so why do people still make it artificially harder and blame themselves for not being happy enough?

She estimated that those envelope pies would be eaten by Dudley in the end, and he was not at all worried about whether the food of unknown origin at the door of his house was poisonous.

There is a difference between good fortune and bliss, because good fortune depends only on something outside of ourselves, and to desire something that does not depend on us is to set oneself up for unhappiness.

Descartes's poor health prevented him from enjoying what Descartes called "luck" like other young people from well-off families and talented people like him. It would be absurd to deny or condemn this, as it is often said, this is fate.

Lucky people are accustomed to accepting the gifts of life, that is, they have no opportunity or need to understand their true desires. Mr. Darcy already has so much, how does he know what he lacks?

On the contrary, Harry had nothing like that. Even if it was a little bit, he would feel it, even if it was kindness, something that was ignored by most people.

Pomona turned back, and Snape did not continue to enjoy the "heavenly" afternoon tea under the tree, but followed her like a fool.

The look was very similar to the scene where he said forbidden words to Lily and then made a scene at the door of the Gryffindor common room, only this time he didn't say anything.

"I won't tell you where I went yesterday." Pomona said coldly. "Don't follow me."

"You're angry," he said without rising in tone.

She had no expression on her face, turned around and continued walking.

Hufflepuff is a good guy, so why would a good guy get angry?

To take back the preface, what good thing is Darcy? If it weren't for the damn law that stipulates that women have no right to inherit property, how could a cousin like Collins inherit the Elizabeth family's property? Five daughters are not enough.

Why did Elizabeth compromise with "reality" and agree to marry Collins, the man who didn't care what kind of person she was, as long as she was a woman, she could be his wife?

Never love someone who treats you like a human being.

Perhaps Mr. Darcy initially treated Elizabeth as a human being, but he did not find it easy to handle a wife with a bad background, as some truly arrogant people do.

wrong.

Pomona flipped through the book and quickly saw the plot of Mr. Darcy's proposal to Elizabeth.

He actually said that Elizabeth was of low origin, and he himself was lowering himself to achieve it, as if to say, "Although you are not worthy of me, I am willing to overcome this small difficulty because I love you."

He might as well be the Duke of Sussex, who was willing to go against the Queen and oppose the Regency Act in order to give his commoner wife the title of "Duchess."

"We'll go back to London tomorrow." Pomona closed the book. "The things here have been taken care of. I can concentrate on your work."

Snape didn't say "hey, why don't you put me first".

Pomona yawned and turned back.

The picnic place just now was quite suitable for a nap. As for whether the "vampire" would "melt" in the sun, she didn't care.