Chapter 67 Don't Let Others Know

Hermione Granger carried a magical potion of white blood with her, because her friend Harry Potter always had blood on his body. This powerful bruise medicine only needs to drop three drops on the wound, and green smoke will rise up. After the smoke dissipates, the bleeding of the wound will stop, and it looks like it has been healed for several days. Well, this Muggle-born girl is actually very considerate and intelligent at the same time. She should be sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor, the house that desperately needs nannies.

"Siris Black said that you have been to his dormitory, when did you know him so well?"

Pomona was helping Molly wash the dishes in the stronghold, and Snape appeared out of nowhere and asked her this question out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Is that why you opened Hufflepuff's lounge for him to hide?"

"No!"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was loud laughter from the next door. Remus and Sirius probably rolled on the ground laughing.

"Damn it." The ex-Death Eater turned and Apparated as soon as he walked out of the kitchen, the Weasley twins were learning this lately, as if they thought it looked cool to Apparate up close.

"That's why I want a daughter, honey." Molly sighed as she wiped the water off her plate. "That's why."

Pomona left the poorly lit kitchen, where people were so baffled.

"How do you think she looks, Draco?" Narcissa asked happily.

"She looks like a doll, the godfather won't like it." Draco looked disgusted. "Too many ribbons."

"That's why I want a daughter." Narcissa's face was full of displeasure. "Every time I dress you up, you hate this and that."

"I'm not a toy."

"Your tie..."

"Don't touch me, I'll do it myself!" Draco jumped up and straightened his bow tie himself, he put on his tux, and it looked like the Malfoys were preparing for a banquet again.

"Be polite when you go to the Greengrass house. It's your first time back in society. Make a good impression."

"Mom, I will be very busy after I go to St. Mungo, and I won't participate in social activities often. You can go with Dad in the future."

Narcissa covered her face with her handkerchief again, looking like she was about to cry.

"Too busy... so busy that you don't have time to come back and see your old mother?"

Narcissa's acting skills are impeccable, her voice is choked with tears, and it would be even better if she could shed two tears.

Feeling guilty, Draco walked over to give his "old mother" a hug.

"I'll try to come back when I can." Draco said listlessly.

Narcissa, you have enough time, you will be struck by lightning if you stop young people from falling in love!

"Okay, honey, let's go." Narcissa pushed Draco away, "Don't keep others waiting."

"Aren't we the last ones to arrive?"

"Now is not the past, we are not the most distinguished guests." Narcissa said with a serious face, "You have to learn to be patient."

"Understood." The arrogant young master Malfoy lowered his head, "Can I go?"

"Go." Narcissa let go of her hand, and Draco walked away quickly as if afraid of her regret.

"Want some afternoon tea, Pomona?" Narcissa gracefully sat across from her. "I know you're here."

Yes, Thanks.

"sugar!"

"Yes! Mrs. Malfoy." Honey immediately appeared with a "poof", with a gardener's shears in her hand.

"Get us some tea and a snack. Anything in particular, Pomona?"

Honey didn't know, so she had to watch the two of them, and then Narcissa let Mitang go as if nothing happened.

"Why is it suddenly quiet and you left?"

Your talents should not be known, not even by house-elves.

"Can you tell me why?"

Grindelwald has a disciple, and she also has mind reading skills. For her, it is more like a curse than a talent. No one wants others to know their thoughts clearly, and feels that they are being read at any time. Humans take their minds and minds.

Narcissa realized something, she looked towards the sunny courtyard, "Indeed, sometimes it's not a good thing to know what other people think."

I feel better thanks to your bracelet.

"Severus comes back to see you every night, because he must also come back every day, Lucius." Narcissa smirked like revenge, "I want to thank you."

But I can't feel him.

"They're working on the Cruciatus Curse now, and that's what Draco went to St. Mungo's for." Narcissa took her hand, "Sweetheart, I finally know why Severus needs you so much. Life is getting better, unlike my sister."

In what capacity does he appear in public?

"No, he's still in the Order of the Phoenix, working with the Ministry of Magic on the werewolf problem, and the new school year is about to start. I'm glad Draco has graduated and doesn't have to go to that cage surrounded by monsters."

Narcissa's tone was disappointed, but her expression was still calm. No matter what she went through, she maintained her upbringing. She was indeed much nobler than some Muggle-born girls.

What do you usually do at home?

"Shopping, or playing wizard chess."

one person?

"In the past, when we were prominent, many people would take the initiative to come and accompany us. Now I am in charge of managing the family's accounts. It was like this some time ago. Only by keeping myself busy will I not think about irrelevant things."

Obviously being idle with nothing to do is also painful.

Pomona recalled what they used to do when they lived alone?

The memories flooding her mind made her cheeks burn, that they could kiss everywhere, just like Ron Weasley and his ex-girlfriend.

Pomona now wants a unicorn to kick her unconscious so that Narcissa won't know what she's thinking.

"Why is your face so red? Are you okay?"

You don't know what I was thinking just now?

"What were you thinking just now?"

Nothing to do with Draco.

"Oh." Narcissa was obviously not interested. At this time, Honey came over with afternoon tea, and she began to set the table again.

Awakening requires a strong will, just like Neville's strong desire to survive when he was thrown directly from the second floor by his relatives. What Narcissa wants to know is about Draco, so it has nothing to do with Draco She ignored it.

Although her talent is not as useful as Grindelwald's disciples, she is much happier. Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing, at least Dumbledore doesn't look so happy.

He was shot by the Avada Kedavra Curse, and it was a relief to fall from the observatory.

"Will you...will get married?" Narcissa held the cup in her hand to keep warm, and Pomona realized that time flies, the last time they left St. Mungo's was summer.

Maybe.

Narcissa didn't respond.

Were you pregnant with Draco when you got married?

"Oh, of course it's after marriage." Narcissa covered her face and smiled, "Pregnant before marriage..."

There was a more important issue that concerned Pomona more than Narcissa's careless leak.

Is her belly a little small for a woman who is many months pregnant?

"Don't worry, there will be more." Narcissa took her hand. "Severus has been through enough."

Her tears couldn't help but flow down.

Because she had a hunch that the reason why it would disappear was because it was a girl. Girls are more interested in family and love than power itself. Only men will constantly pursue the ultimate power. This is why witches are more talented than wizards but ultimately less successful.

Lily gave up her talent. In fact, she almost ruled the world. As long as she is willing, she can turn all plants into magic plants. At that time, the world will no longer be suitable for Muggles and weak wizards to survive. She gave up a dream opportunity for a man, so the witch is always called stupid by the wizard.