Chapter 3147 Silver Eagle and Golden Eagle (8)

Pomona yawned again.

Severus looked like he wanted to ask her where she had been last night, but he said nothing and followed in silence.

In fact, guests should pay attention to the time when they come to visit. This is the most basic courtesy. Even Mr. Darcy's aunt, Lady Catherine, who wanted to marry her daughter to Darcy, learned of the existence of Elizabeth Bennet. It was also early in the morning instead of "visiting" in the middle of the night.

Of course, doing so would make her unable to pour out her anger on the "person involved" in a "timely manner", causing her to be tortured to the point of being unable to sleep due to her burning anger, which would be a sin in vain. However, this is "civilized politeness".

In fact, Pomona did arrive at Dursley's house at a not too late time, but she had just arrived at the door of his house, and before she put down the basket full of envelope pies, she heard Fanon's roar from inside the house. Voice.

She sneaked to the window of the Dursley's living room and looked in. It turned out that it was Vernon who was helping Dudley with his homework.

"What is 3+2? How many times have I taught you this!" Fenon yelled at Dudley, his neck even redder than when he usually scolded employees.

Petunia seemed to want to stop Fenon, but she could do nothing. Then she suddenly turned her head and saw Harry standing at the door of his "own room". He was looking at Dudley and Fenon and laughing.

Petunia found her "target" at once. She twisted Harry's ears and shut him into the cupboard again. At the same time, Fenon officially no longer cared about Dudley and left the house holding his heart.

Fanon, who was only in his early thirties, was already quite obese. Pomona was worried that he was suffering from a heart attack, so he followed him, but instead of going to the drugstore, Fanon went to a bar. He drank alone until late at night before returning home. Pomona waited for him to come in before placing the basket of pies at the door of his house.

The bartender's job is not only to provide drinks to the guests, but also to listen to what the guests have to say. In short, Fenon talked a lot that night, and Pomona, who was pretending to be a bartender, only had to listen.

"I knew from the first moment that my wife's brother-in-law was a crazy bastard," Vernon told the bartender. "But I guess he was rich, so that's why my wife's sister got into him."

"I heard you were raising that kid," the bartender said.

"Of course, he abandoned her, and then she abandoned the child to us." Fenon took a sip of gin. "I worked hard, but I was raising a child for a playboy. I guess someone discovered it with conscience." Only then did they give us alimony."

"Aren't you going to use that money for your son's college education?" the bartender said.

"What university did he go to?" Fenon said expressionlessly. He drank the remaining wine in his glass and asked the bartender to refill it for him. "I don't even know who he looks like... I plan to buy him one." House, at least he won’t live on the street in the future.”

"You seem to know a lot of ways and places worth investing in?" the bartender said.

Fenon smiled triumphantly, and then rattled off his "little tidbits."

Although James was not what Fenon thought he was, Pomona did not interrupt to defend him.

According to the records of the Foundling House Museum, before 1756, only more than 100 children were admitted to the Foundling House in London each year. At that time, a device called a "turning cabinet" was installed. One side was in contact with the outside world, and the other side was connected to the inside of the asylum. The baby can be placed in the cavity of the movable cylinder. There were only two set up at that time. When the doors of the nursery were opened to newborns less than two months old without restrictions, the number of abandoned babies increased to thousands, so that the nursery had to strictly control the acceptance of abandoned babies.

According to local rumors, a certain earl or baron found an heir in the foundling hall. Although there was no DNA testing technology at that time, he looked exactly like his father. Some of these stories were even made into dramas.

James has changed a lot for Lily, but who knows how long his perseverance will last. In the story of Dorian Gray, Dorian Gray was seduced astray by his "friends". James didn't have to worry about this. Sirius wouldn't do that. Neither of them looked "adult". They were still the same as when they were young. Same.

If there were no demons, the real Dorian Gray would be like the portrait, looking neither human nor ghost, not only with a withered face, but also with a whole body of diseases, instead of being eternally young and handsome.

Various stories tell people that they must be cautious when making friends.

If Elsie, who came to England from Chicago, had not met Mr. Cupid, how would she have lived in an unfamiliar place?

If she returned to crime, why would she leave Chicago?

Sometimes a new beginning is not so easy. Elsie met Mr. Cupid who didn't mind her past. Then he was shot dead by her ex-fiancé who came to her door late at night because he was involved in her past.

Fortunately, Elsie really wants to get rid of the past... If this is a scam, she can work with her accomplices to divide Mr. Cupid's inheritance.

At least Elizabeth's net worth is innocent, and Lady Catherine's home address can be found, but how could Lady Catherine let the cooked duck fly so easily?

Fortunately, Elizabeth is not a submissive girl. There is a kind of person who pretends to be nice to you and makes it difficult for you to tolerate it. It is difficult for you to refuse whatever request he makes next. Jane and Mr. Bingley are such people. .

In other words, Elizabeth refused to take the hard way. But she will show it clearly when she likes someone, and will not "hide it secretly" like Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth is sincere and unscrupulous, and does not play the "chase me" game with Mr. Darcy. The "lady" at that time was like a rose with its thorns pulled out. She was beautiful and not dangerous, but only had a touching fragrance, which seemed to be easily accessible. However, clever hunters often disguise themselves as prey and only wait for the wild bees and butterflies chasing roses to get close before covering them with a snare.

A beautiful woman seemed to appear in front of Pomona. She was running in the deep palace with a smile, like a swallowtail butterfly with gorgeous wings.

The Hundred Years War started between England and France because France did not recognize women’s right to inherit.

Henry VIII divorced Catherine of Aragon and even converted the country to achieve the divorce, but Anne Boleyn still did not give birth to a boy.

When "Bloody Mary" was crowned, her title included France, but when Queen Elizabeth I succeeded to the throne, it did not include France.

Also in order to cure the prince's hemophilia, the Russian royal family summoned the demon monk Rasputin into the court...

"Look who it is." Snape said enthusiastically, like a wolf who had seen its prey.

Pomona looked over and saw an "uninvited guest" coming to the place where they had been - the squirrel-like Quirrell.

He was concentrating on suppressing wild flower specimens when he heard someone's voice and raised his head in horror.

"You want to teach James a lesson like James did to you?" Pomona asked.

Snape looked at her coldly.

"Still want to bully the weak?" Pomona asked again, with a smile on his face.

"Of course not." Snape smiled hypocritically.

"I would like to invite new colleagues to join us for the picnic. Do you want to join us? Professor Quirrell!" Pomona asked loudly.

"No." Quirrell looked at Snape cautiously. "I'll leave right away."

Snape stood aside with a smile on his face, and Quirrell unhappily put away the tools he had just spread out, and then left.

"I'm not your mother." Pomona looked at Quirrell's retreating back and said, "Some people yelled at me, but I remained silent."

"Didn't you run away that day?" Snape said provocatively.

"How do I know if you will do anything?" Pomona looked at him sarcastically. "You have grown up, Severus."

"I won't hurt women." He said coldly.

"Your master doesn't have such taboos. Do you remember how he died?" Pomona walked up to him and smiled. "Next time you dare to be like that day, I will..."

"What do you want?" He leaned forward and interrupted her frivolously, "Just like last time, give me a slap in the face?"

Pomona raised her wand.

"Back off."

He did as she commanded.

"Last time it was a matter of urgency. You won't be so lucky next time." She pointed her wand at his big nose. "How about I make it disappear? Snotlout."

"I swear, it will never be the same as that day." He said seriously, "In Merlin's name."

She was startled.

"I am not my father," Severus said quietly.

"You dark wizards also swear in the name of Merlin?" Pomona asked pretending to be relaxed.

He sighed, raised his hand, put his arm around her shoulders and walked forward.

"Who do you think Harry will be like when he grows up and becomes a father?" Pomona asked.

"Of course like his father," Severus said casually.

But Pomona thought of Fenon.

She could only wish Harry not to be as fat as him, otherwise he would not be able to ride the broomstick.