Chapter 388 Dark Anxiety (Part 2)

"Why are you so interested in Percy?"

"He's been hanging out with Ravenclaw prefects all over this castle, just like us." She leaned contentedly on him and said in his arms, "We've got an accomplice, Severus."

Guilty is the balls of paper on a clean street. If there is only one ball of paper, it looks like an eyesore, but if it is everywhere, no one cares. Pomona feels relaxed now, and her hands are not so honest.

Think of Victor Krum, what a strong muscle, Severus is not as strong as a Quidditch hero, but his mind is much better than Victor, men love with their eyes, women with their ears, soft A comfortable voice and lingering love words will make a woman fall in love even if the man is not very good-looking.

"What are you doing? Honey." Severus smirked and grabbed the hand that was making trouble in his lower back.

For this kind of person who maintains an ascetic temperament, she can't help but want to harass him.

He was the majestic Potions Master to everyone, the rogue to her alone, and he was as tattooed as a seventies hippie.

Looking at his serious, cold and stiff face, she always thought of his flushed face, profuse sweating, and the way his Adam's apple moved up and down when he swallowed.

The long row of buttons can be buttoned up to his throat, and the Adam's apple is hidden behind the collar of the shirt and the silk tie. Unraveling his clothes is like unwrapping a present. The process is indescribable. In short, it is itchy hands, knowing that he may be taught a lesson Still can't help but want to do it, and keep probing on the verge of suicide.

"Would you like to try wearing glasses like Percy?" She looked at the man who was as strict as the Gryffindor prefect, imagining how he would teach majestically on the podium wearing glasses "Percy and Hermione Granger is such a serious person, and the relationship between the two of them is very good, can you and Percy get along well?"

"Whatever you are thinking, stop your fantasy?" Mr. Principal said helplessly, "Your taste is really strange, my lady."

She likes "The Beast", and she is also a smart "Beast", which makes her feel like wanting to tame him.

They are free in this forest. The laws of the human world have no effect here. There is no difference between "human" and "animal". It is like returning to the Garden of Eden before Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit. She can do whatever she wants.

She was born in May, which is a good month for brides and weddings, but her wedding was in winter, and the groom was also a winter born, and they were on their honeymoon until February.

How time flies, even Harry is a father, and Severus is the same age as James, which means he is now the elder of the grandparents.

Who said old people can't have passion, Pomona can feel her heart beating constantly, it's not the kind that loses control because of fear, the brave man who bravely confronted werewolves under the full moon is now beside her .

When passing by a big tree, she pushed him directly, making a muffled "boom", and then she supported his sides with both hands, making him nowhere to go, he showed a surprised expression, Don't know if it's real or fake.

This place is very close to Gropp's former residence, and he can already see the rags he picked up from the Muggle garbage dump. The invisible sharp edge that evolved from the swallow-tailed dog's painless cutting spell was practiced here.

The human teenager who called her senior looked much older than her, and their identities were completely reversed.

But she didn't like this. What was his attitude just now? His knowledge is wider than hers, and his achievements are much higher than hers. So what?

He has a sensitive heart, like a deer, the taste of venison is very tender, and juicy, this dish has not yet appeared on the Hogwarts table.

"It's so strange that there is so much difference between a person's appearance and what he really thinks. Do you think I'm right? Deer."

Severus sighed, "I always thought swans were elegant, but it turned out to be as overconfident as geese."

"So what? Teach me?" She smiled provocatively, "I'm ashamed if you win, and it's even more shameful if you lose. Don't be a fool like Ron. If you lose to Hermione, just let her go."

"Do you think you have the chance to win?" He sneered and said, "We have invited foreign aid, and you no longer have the numerical advantage."

"I don't care about winning or losing, it's just a Quidditch ticket, you're disobedient, Severus, you weren't like this when you were a kid." She tugged at the skirt of his shirt, making him hunched over, "Sister let What are you doing, what are you doing, how did you become so rebellious now?"

"I'm no longer the kid who can be dismissed with cookies." He said, looking at her absent-mindedly.

"Are you hungry? I have food in my pocket."

"I want to eat something else." He got closer and closer, his big nose sniffing around her. "You smell like cookies, senior."

Pomona suddenly seemed to have returned to that morning.

No one else came, the two of them ended up running into each other, and he took her to the empty classroom.

Hermione just saw Percy and his girlfriend kissing. Who knows what happened behind them, because there are many couples who kissed out of control and eventually went to the next step. It can be resolved without incident.

The touch of the lips was very pure, like a butterfly's wings brushed, followed by a light bite, a little painful, but not at all like his previous style.

It was so pure, as if it was just a teenager who kissed her. She liked the mature Potions professor in the morning, although their good affairs were messed up by Voldemort.

People who have never experienced the 1970s do not understand the charm of "rock". No one in the Ministry of Magic knows who is his supporter or who is working for him. If it were not for Karkaroff's confession, Lu Kewood will not reveal it at all. He is a very optimistic, cheerful and popular person, and has nothing to do with extremes.

The trouble Severus caused that time was beyond her ability to solve. He almost ruined his life and wasted all his talents and talents.

He needs a lesson, so when she kissed him back, it was like chewing his tongue and swallowing it, of course it was just pretending, she was scaring him, she wanted to know what the "deer" would do after being frightened What a reaction.

If you practice more, you will become proficient in anything, like speech, which requires a flexible tongue. In order to prevent Grindelwald from speaking, the US Ministry of Magic cut off his tongue. Severus and Grindelwald's old friend Albus have also learned to be eloquent after being together for a long time. His tongue swirled presumptuously, rude and challenging, and later became domineering and possessive, Made her very uncomfortable, like he was going to eat her alive.

The fire dragon can breathe out dragon flame, and the heat from him can make her melt like chocolate. This melted bar of chocolate can be put into other shapes of containers to form other shapes, such as the ball-shaped monster with two heads, four hands, and four feet.

He pointed his wand at her back, and with the scalding heat coming, the eight-eyed spider hanging down from the top of the tree along the spider's thread made a "chirp" sound and fled away.

It doesn't have two heads, but it has two sharp pincers. Pomona was almost attacked just now.

Spiders have the habit of cannibalism, especially the female spider will eat the male spider. The female spider of the black widow spider is larger than the male spider, but the male spider still desperately wants to kiss Fangze...

In short, Pomona dare not look at someone's extremely gloomy face now, and the feeling of being interrupted suddenly in the middle of a good job is extremely complicated. Smart people now know to stay away from him.

"Old Barty Crouch died here." She was as unsteady as if under a soft foot curse "You were almost sent to Azkaban, don't fall in the same place as last time, Sis Fleurs."

He ignored her and continued to do what he hadn't done before.

"What are you doing!" She stopped his harassing hand.

"Siris Black was here, and his brother Regulus," he said with a sneer. "It's a pity Gropp didn't kill them both."

She remembered that Regulus thought that Severus was a bully, so he challenged Severus, a second-year student, as a first-year freshman, and Severus took Regulus to find the giant to "play" up.

"This is my territory." He said in an agitated mood, "Why is that stupid dog still haunting me?"

Remus Lupin was right. The grievances between the two of them were too deep to be resolved. A duel was the only solution.

It's a pity that Sirius Black wasted twelve years in Azkaban. He turned from a winner to a loser, and it would not be that simple to win back.