Harry Potter Morning Light

Venice Santa Lucia Station does not have a wizard-only platform like King's Cross Station.

The last time they took the European train to the main island of Venice via the Liberty Bridge after transferring at the Mestre station.

This time they will not return the same way, they will take the Muggle train to Durin.

After nightfall, the bullet trains are gone, and now they have to take the slow train again, sleep on the train, and arrive almost after dawn.

It reminded her of nights when European trains snaked their way through the Alps. When the witch hunt was going on in the picturesque snow-capped mountains and grasslands, the wizards fled to places they thought were safe, and the train was like a knight bus in a sense.

As for the wizard villages established in the mountains, there may be other stories in it.

A powerful wizard like Grindelwald built a castle deep in the mountains, and Muggles didn't dare to bother him.

Just as Pomona was staring at the scenery outside the window, the train suddenly backed up and then started slowly.

Sleeper berths on Muggle trains are far less luxurious than those on European trains, perhaps because of the expansion spell that makes the carriages much larger than they appear.

Muggles don't have this ability, so they can only use every inch of the car. Only the dining car has a bit of elegant decoration.

"This is good news." A gentleman who hadn't said a word for a long time suddenly said, "The current housing price is high, and we can buy it again after it falls."

"Is that what you think?"

"Otherwise why are you angry?"

Pomona ignored him and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.

As the train slowly pulled out of the train station, Venice was moving away from them. When it drove onto the Liberty Bridge, it happened to be able to see the afterglow of the setting sun. The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the sky was dyed with fantastic colors.

Obviously there was a fantastic experience, but she had to be forced to forget it. Maybe only Rosa the Squib in that family still remembered it.

Albus had said that every wizarding family had a book of Fantastic Beasts, and before meeting both of them that family thought Rosa's picture book was a fairy tale, and no one really believed it.

How lonely she must be.

"Do you think..."

"It's not your problem, Severus. Parting is always sad, not to mention, I still like this city a little bit." Pomona interrupted him, "I don't like to divide people like resources."

"It's a way to reduce conflict," Severus said.

"What does the church want those kids to do when they take them away?"

"The people from the Italian Ministry of Magic didn't say what it was for."

"How did they find us?"

Severus glanced at the cockroach pile.

Pomona was devastated.

She had originally thought that Severus' identity as a Death Eater had been exposed.

"What should I do to make you happy." He sat down next to her from the sofa opposite. At this time, a passenger happened to pass by in the corridor, and he reached out and "thrown" the door of the box shut.

"Why do you like slamming doors so much?"

She couldn't help complaining, wouldn't that make him look manly?

"I like it." He turned around and put his arms around her, groping around her body with his hands, making the fabric rustle.

"Don't do that." She refused with a smile.

"Maybe we can see if there are any vacant houses in Palo Alto." He said absently. "I heard that the village is similar to Hogsmeade, and it is also a village full of wizards."

But Pomona wasn't thinking about the damn house at all.

She looked into his eyes, which were pure black and dull, and there was really nothing charming about them.

But she still reached out and hooked his neck.

She suddenly felt very thirsty and wanted to drink butter beer, which can warm people up in winter.

"Are you going back to England this afternoon?"

After finishing a kiss, she said while playing with the buttons of his coat.

"Yes."

"What's the news?"

"How about you read the newspaper yourself?"

"I want to hear from you."

"You want to hear my voice?"

She smiled and nodded like she was drunk.

"We can talk about something else."

"What's the bad news?"

Severus was silent.

"I hope you get less involved with that," he said, ruffling her hair. "I don't want us to end up like Grindelwald and the old fool."

"Hostile," she added.

"If they'd just minded other people's business, they wouldn't be where they are in the end."

"Do you think if you go back in time..."

"Nothing's going to change," Severus said firmly.

"Why?" Pomona said.

"Do you think that a person's strength can really turn the tide?" He sneered teasingly, "I knew the old fool would instill this in you."

"He never told me that."

"People will not change, just like the current real estate. Even if you and I go out to the streets to shout, don't buy a house anymore, no one will listen. Sooner or later, the house price will collapse like an avalanche, and the reason why This result is due to irrational greed, it's part of 'nature' and we can't change anything."

"You care about being chased away?" She suddenly realized.

"I wouldn't have been able to keep our home if I hadn't been out that day."

"We might all die." She buried her head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "It's your curse, my dear, because you made an unbreakable vow, Draco is your life's duty, He was having a rough time when we first came back, and now he's doing better, and that's all thanks to you."

"These credits are based on hunting werewolves." He said dryly, "Werewolves are animals, and hunting them is legal."

Pomona stiffened.

"It's not in the papers, but we generally think so, and Lupine the werewolf's Knight of the Order of Merlin."

"It would be good for Teddy to get a little less attention," Pomona said sadly. "I don't want him to go to school and be called a werewolf kid."

"This is a fact."

"Can you keep Remus' medal from being withdrawn?"

"Unless you can get the Ministry of Magic to stop taking back my medals." He sighed with some annoyance. "I don't care about such trivial things."

"You care." She pierced him without hesitation.

"Well, I don't care as much as Dumbledore!" He rolled his eyes impatiently, "I'm not like him, who told me I'm a nasty villain."

"If only you could give less homework the day before a Quidditch match...why are you always asking for it?"

"It's called being responsible." He paused word by word, squeezed out these few words from between his teeth, "And I'm trying to teach young people what is responsible."

"Like Harry Potter."

"Every time I teach him, the old fool will come out to disrupt the situation!" He was successfully induced, and began to wave his hands to pour out bitter water. Pomona rummaged through the shopping bag and found the mousse cake that was going to be dessert.

It started again.

"He's just as lazy as his father, and likes to go out at night!"

"I thought you enjoyed catching him." Pomona licked the mousse. "Remus said you were proud when you caught him."

Just like the silly cat Tom who caught Jerry, just by looking at his expression, he knew that he was planning to use torture to torture the poor Gryffindor whose parents died.

"I didn't!" He still refused to admit it.

Pomona scooped out a large spoonful of mousse and brought it to his mouth.

"Want something to eat?"

He took her hand and ate the spoonful of mousse in one gulp.

"Too sweet." He complained and frowned.

"You know, the Epiphany in Italy is also called 'Witch's Day'. The streets are full of people dressed as witches and giving candy to children. Otherwise, how about I dress up like this, anyway, I have a broom."

"then what do I do?"

"You can be Santa Claus."

"It's already March, how do you play Santa Claus?"

"Whatever, whether it's your current attire or Santa's attire, you are a freak in the eyes of others, why keep this dark look, can't you dress up more festively?"

The death stare of the old bat appeared.

"Opps." Only then did she realize how smug she was.

"You're dead." She seemed to see the platinum young master Draco Malfoy clasping his hands and talking to her through his nostrils, but his figure looked like he was only in the second year, and he was wearing Slytherin green school uniform. robe, as if he hadn't grown up at all.