Chapter 651 Sleepy head

In 1239 AD, there lived a girl of royal blood, and according to old stories, she was the most beautiful girl.

In the castle made of stone, she sleeps alone every night, and even the sound that the dead can wake up cannot wake her up.

A stranger from a distant land wants to marry her.

Her father said, "No, go away, she will marry a king some day."

The stranger had left and returned, with ten thousand soldiers and horses, whose battle cries could have terrified her, but still could not awaken her.

The battle lasted all day, but the walls of the castle were thick and hard, and the stranger cried "Let her decide who does her heart belong to?"

So the king knocked on her door

"Only you can end this war."

No one knows how this story ends.

is she awake

Will she still wake up?

Pomona woke up to the singing, and when she saw the morning light on the ceiling, she thought she was in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. It wasn't until her drowsy mind started working again that she realized she was still lying on the rug in the cabin.

It was the unsmiling potions master who was busy in the kitchen singing.

His voice was nice, but it wasn't suitable for singing such a bard's song. It didn't sound brisk at all, but rather heavy.

There are stories of Sleeping Beauty in Muggle fairy tales, and there is also a legend in the wizarding world. In the Middle Ages, there was a dominatrix named Letitia Somnoren. She was jealous of the beauty of the local king's daughter, so she painted on the spindle Potion of Living Hell.

She lured the young princess to touch the spindle, and, as in the story, pricked her finger, and a drop of blood came out, and the princess fell into a long sleep.

Later, a passing wizard, who put a stimulant on his lips, kissed the princess to wake her up.

The king was very grateful to the wizard and promised to give him a reward to thank the wizard for saving his daughter, but the wizard hoped that the king would marry the princess to him.

"No, go away," said the princess's father, "she will marry a king some day."

The king called the knights and drove off the wizard, and the wizard went and came back, with an army, and attacked the castle just as the bards sang.

Not all wizards are as handsome as Sirius and Malfoy, and some are not as handsome as Severus, and it would be even worse if he was a necromancer.

Hannah Albert likes the Middle Ages very much, perhaps because she was educated as a wizard, and the romantic stories passed down by pure-blood nobles can really make girls dizzy.

When the Fat Woman was attacked by Sirius, none of the portraits dared to take over her job, only the Cadogan Knight was willing to protect the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge, and he was also a person who was alive in the Middle Ages.

Damn medieval, damn barbaric, damn romantic.

Severus was not singing popular songs, but bards related to potions, and she had to face this when she woke up early in the morning. Those rose petals were still scattered on the carpet, as if she I am dreaming a dream as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Young people nowadays like weird sisters and rock music more, but there are still many people like Celestina Warbeck. The last stop of her tour in 1999 was held in Liverpool. There were three wizards on the way there. There was a collision.

At that time, they had already lived in seclusion, but they still had to go to the town to buy some necessities.

People need some entertainment after the big fight, and it so happens that several customers in the grocery store are Certina's advocates, and Pomona overhears them talking about it in the checkout line.

Liverpool not only has a Chinatown, but also a city with a long history of music, where the Beatles were born.

In that long dream, when she and Lily were "dancing" together in the greenhouse, accompanied by the music of the Beatles, she felt as if she had become a dandelion, light and fluffy, and could be blown far away by the wind .

Waltz, tango and flamenco are dances, what is that kind of rock and roll dance? It seemed to her that they were collectively possessed by ghosts.

Celestina had a chorus of banshees backing her up, and the banshee's cry was as deadly as the mandrake's, but still beautiful when controlled.

"Why do you use the invigorating potion instead of the resurrection potion?" Pomona yelled loudly as she got up from the ground.

"Good morning." Severus said without turning his head while making the fried eggs. "The resurrection potion is used to decompose the basilisk. You were in a deep sleep at the time, and the medicine was not right."

"The bottle of water on the table may be poisonous. Bill and I went to the Derwent Reservoir yesterday. Oh, by the way, Bill said he would give us a wedding present. Do you want a dragon egg?"

"Why do you always speak so illogically?"

"Do you want a dragon egg?"

"I'm going to think about it." He put the fried eggs on the plate, just like the prepared potions, in small portions.

"The Druid's territory is very pure. Bill and I can't go in to explore the secrets in this situation. Hermione is suitable to be the leader. That place is very weird." She said with lingering fear, "There are wild house elves in the forest."

"Do you still want to go to Venice?" He carried the plate and walked to the preparation table in the kitchen.

"Where's my mask?"

"I wanted to go to a store in England and then I bought a rug from that store. If you want to go to Venice we can buy it there."

"That doesn't seem to be a Persian carpet." Pomona carefully looked at the patterns on the carpet, and it wasn't gorgeous or delicate.

"Axminster rugs."

"I thought it was extinct."

"Few people do handwork, but there are still factories weaving." He said with an unhappy face.

Cokeworth was also a textile center in the past, which gradually declined as Britain de-industrialized.

Tobia lost all the money he had invested in building a factory before, and coupled with his habit of spending money extravagantly, the money Irene took away from home was quickly spent.

Pomona rubbed her ankle under his pant leg under the table.

He sighed helplessly.

"Watch what you say and do, Professor."

"Oh, it seems that you are still a decent person?" She ate scrambled eggs and said with a smug smile, "Did you drink sleep water or living hell potion for me yesterday?"

"Use your bright mind before you speak." The old bat stared at her with a death gaze. "You spend too much time gardening."

"If you don't have a 'gardener' like me, are you planning to go to the forest to collect herbs yourself? Professor?"

"What precious medicinal materials can you have in that vegetable garden?"

"Merlin's beard, a vegetable garden is a vegetable garden, and a greenhouse is a greenhouse!"

"Is Chinese biting kale grown in a greenhouse? Is valerian grown in a vegetable garden?"

"What's wrong with you!"

"Where are your plans?"

"Bitting kale is also kale, and of course the vegetables should be grown in the vegetable garden. Valerian is a flower, so it should be grown in the greenhouse."

"Have you seen the map I asked the students to make?" He condemned, "The medicinal materials you planted did not meet the standard I wanted at all."

"Oh, so you're teaching me how to care for plants?" she said in disbelief.

"That's right!" he replied confidently. "I'm so glad you finally got the hang of it."

Pomona was dying to throw the plate in Snape's face right now.

"After breakfast we went to see Draco, he was busy all night yesterday."

She wanted to go back to lying down now.

This time she wants to sleep not because of a curse, but because of her laziness, she really doesn't want to move~