Chapter 491 The Crown of Life
"Boom boom boom."
Not long after hearing a knock at the door, a well-dressed, bald young Irishman opened the door for her.
"Hi, hello, I'm a new resident upstairs, nice to meet you." Pomona held a large piece of cheesecake in front of him "It's our first meeting, this is the cheesecake I made myself, I hope You like it."
"Ah... dear," the bespectacled Irishman shouted into the room in bewilderment.
"What's wrong?" a woman asked.
"The neighbor is here."
Not long after, a woman wearing a floral dress and holding a child appeared in front of Pomona.
"Hi, hello," Pomona continued, warm and friendly. "I hope you like cheesecake."
"Is it because we are too noisy?" The woman asked cautiously.
"No, I just want to say hello to you. I heard that people in the city don't know who the neighbors are. It's really scary." She said with lingering fear, "And I'm looking for the musician who plays the piano."
"Why?" the woman asked.
"Why is it always Chopin and Mozart, no jazz or something?" Pomona said, shaking her head. "So my husband and I can dance to the music."
"I think you should say thank you, dear." The woman said to the man with a smile.
"Oh, thank you." The man took the cake awkwardly, like a tool man being manipulated by a woman.
"The musician heard what you said. I think she will play something else today." The woman had a little bit of rabbit teeth, and she looked as if she had something in her mouth all the time.
"Oh, you're the musician?" Pomona poked her head into the living room. "Where did you put the piano?"
"You can come in, it's in the lounge." The woman motioned Pomona to look at the room behind her.
"Thank you, but no need." She shrugged. "I'm more interested in your music than your home. I look forward to your performance today."
"What song do you want to hear?"
"Give me a little surprise." Pomona waved at the little guy who was waving at her. "Oh, by the way, the resident downstairs adopted a giant panda in China."
"What?" the couple yelled together.
"It's unbelievable, isn't it? I thought only celebrities could adopt." Pomona said jealously, "The panda he adopted is named Panpan."
"How did he do it?" the woman wondered.
"Ask him next time we meet, he didn't tell me." Pomona waved to the little guy again, "Goodbye, little guy."
Under the watchful eyes of the neighbors downstairs, she approached the elevator and went up to the fourth floor.
Pomona was sure Lucius Malfoy wouldn't greet the neighbors, but she was a Hufflepuff, and being friendly was her style.
Her mood improved so much after the cake was delivered that even the sight of the huge, dark Easter sculpture calmed her down.
It is at least much better than Laconao.
She took out her magic wand and turned the sculpture into a panda. Although this kind of animal has no abilities, that is, it has no sharp claws, no wings to fly, and can only make a living by being cute, but it is a hero.
The first three giant pandas in the London Zoo were named Tang, Song, and Ming. When London was bombed by German planes, the giant panda named "Ming" still ate bamboo shoots every day and played as usual. His photos were used for Boost the morale of the British people.
The city government can't ruin the Kung Pao Chicken for Londoners, let alone lose the giant pandas. Pandas are leased, so how many people would be sad without giant pandas.
Her mood improved a lot, as if the stone in her heart had been removed, she opened the door briskly, and found that her husband had returned.
"Happy" was written all over his face, and he exuded a terrible pressure. It was obvious that he had hit a wall again.
"Where have you been?" Severus asked grimly.
"Say hello to the neighbors." She slammed the door shut "I have nothing to hide, nothing to be so afraid of."
"Why are you always so optimistic?"
"You know what people say about me? I'm a kind and optimistic person, and popular opinion is sometimes right." She pointed her wand at him. Always so angry."
He wanted to be angry, but smiled in an instant.
"You mean the panda's name?"
"Of course!" Pomona put down her wand, "Do you think Tang Dynasty people tend to be angry?"
The panda "Tang" was originally named after the Snow White fairy tale (grumpy). The legendary Chiyou mount has such magical power that people are crazy about it. When Harry was 11 years old, he went to the London Zoo and released a Brazilian boa constrictor. After the riots, the pandas could no longer be seen.
"I don't know if people in Tang Dynasty are angry. I only know that people in Chinatown are angry."
"You can drink herbal tea to calm down the flames," she said smartly, and then the sulky Potions Master got really mad, and he rushed over, looking as if he was going to grab her for detention.
Of course she would not let him succeed so easily, screaming and running around the luxury apartment, as if she was back at Hogwarts, wandering the corridors of the castle at night to avoid being caught by the night watch teacher.
Some people love the prosperity of the city, but she loves the sunshine in the countryside, the muddy paths described by Jane Austen, and the grass covered with dew in the morning.
She will not let the darkness win, even if the whole world thinks she is unrealistic, pure and naive, she still has to keep a piece of pure land in her heart.
Because she didn't believe that Han Fei said that there is only a relationship of interests between people, and that human nature has a dark and vicious side, as well as a kind and friendly side. In the vast universe, light and justice are weak, and the essence of the world is darkness, but if you keep looking at the abyss, the abyss will also look at you, look up like the idiot in the fool's card, holding a rose in your hand, looking Only by facing the sun can we not be afraid of the danger under our feet.
At this moment, the sound of the piano came from downstairs. It seemed that the family she had just knocked on the door started playing the piano.
She remembers this rhythm, which she heard in the mall that day, when the news about the Indonesian tsunami was playing on the TV.
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see green trees and red roses
I see them bloom for me and you
I see them blossom for you and me.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I thought to myself, what a wonderful world this is
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
I see blue sky, white clouds
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
The blessed day, the precious night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I thought to myself, what a wonderful world this is
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
How beautiful the colors of the rainbow are in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
It is also reflected in the faces of passers-by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
I've seen friends shaking hands and asking if they're okay
They're really saying I love you.
they really say i love you
I hear babies cry,
i heard the baby crying
I watch them grow
i watched them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
They will learn more than I know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Yeah, I'm thinking to myself, what a wonderful world it is
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Yeah, I'm thinking to myself, what a wonderful world it is
Yes, what a wonderful world it is.
Nietzsche said my soul is calm and bright, like the mountains in the morning.
What the sick man was looking for was a healthy philosophy of life.
Every day without dancing is a disappointment to life. It seems that she hasn't danced yet.
So she stopped running and was caught in no time.
He was smoking just now, and his mouth was full of smoke, and it was not pleasant to taste the smell when kissing.
She could hear his heart beating, or her own heart beating. Their youth was many years later than ordinary people, but Nietzsche said that this kind of youth is lasting youth.
In fact, people are like trees, the more they yearn for the sunshine in the high places, the more their roots will reach the dark ground.
She is a disciple of the white wizard, and she should give this black wizard who has been living in darkness all year round a little light.
"Do you want to dance with me?"
Running and kissing made their breathing short, and she had to divide a simple sentence into two before finishing it.
He ignored her.
"You are my rose." He closed his eyes and said as if he was afraid of waking up. "God, please tell me that you are not my fantasy."
"Open your eyes, Severus, I'm here."
But he still didn't open his eyes.
So she sighed and took his head in her arms.
She pitied this man, he was neither a saint nor a sinner, he was just an ordinary human being who needed to be forgiven, even though he had powers that Muggles didn't have, he was still human.
