Harry Potter Morning Light

If Mrs. Mayday had a little conscience and kindness after learning that a baby had died, she would have told Valmont how to do the right thing, even though Mrs. Dean had a husband who was a judge who worked in other provinces all the year round. The social atmosphere is like this.

But she challenged Vermont. The more a person avoids being ridiculous, the more ridiculous he will be. At the beginning, it was Vermont himself who said that he would not be fettered by anything, and Mrs. Meda signed a contract with him to complete this task together. A game about love and revenge becomes a partner with common interests.

You don't dare to break up with her, right? It's like the sultan has love for his favorite concubine, but he often prefers an ordinary slave girl. Only she can make you desire.

In order to regain the favor of this beauty, you must be humble and servile to the extreme! Once you think that you have been forgiven, you left me to discuss that important matter for your own purposes. What do you think? The child is extremely important, yet you actually asked me with peace of mind if there is any common interest between us!

The condition that Mrs. Meadow agreed was to become Vermont's mistress after the event was completed. Even she could not complete the previous contract after knowing that Vermont had a clear preference for another woman. So after the provocation was over, Mrs. Meadow brought up the issue of contract renewal again, emphasizing that this was an ultimatum.

This was the second time Mrs. Meadie had been abandoned, and she couldn't stand it.

Between the tyrant and the slave, Valmont chose the tyrant, and after meeting Mrs. Dewey again and obtaining her body and mind, he still chose revenge. He hurt her in the cruelest way he knew, and grabbed her hair, as if to prove that he had won, and he was still the one without any fetters or concerns.

Then he took this victory to find Mrs. May Dai, but Mrs. May Dai had no intention of fulfilling the contract.

When will it be enough? When the object of her revenge is married to the young bride, on the second day of their wedding, Mrs. Meadow will publish those letters, making him the laughing stock of the whole Paris.

The man's rationality prevailed at this time, and Valmont wanted to throw the hot burden to the primary student, but Mrs. Meadow did not intend to do that.

Even Mormon has become the object of her vengeance, he'd better fight the little bride's husband and die together, her vengeance is really over.

But she didn't know that the primary school student and Fan Ermeng still communicated in private. Fan Ermeng was originally the messenger between the elementary school student and the little bride, and only then did he gain the trust of the little bride and hand over the key to him.

He arranged for the young lovers to meet in private, just like he had a private meeting with Mrs. Meadow. How could a viscount with a bad reputation have any connection with a widow who behaved well?

The Viscount Vermont saw that Mrs. Meadie had no sincerity, and warned her that it was her turn to make sacrifices, and stop fooling him with her rationale, either becoming a lover or an enemy. Mrs. Maydai chose to go to war, and she told the primary student everything, and then the primary school student invited Vermont to a duel, and Vermont died during the duel, but he gave their correspondence to the primary student before he died.

It wasn't until this time that the Viscount Valmont came to his senses. When he was dying, he asked the pupils to tell Mrs. Dewey that she would be very happy without him.

Men can't stand women's provocation, but Rita Kester may really have nothing to write recently, and wrote an article Is it a man or a beast? The True Face of Newt Scamander, the article describes Scamander as Dumbledore's secret agent, who used his identity as a magical animal conservationist as a cover to infiltrate the Magical Congress of the United States. Maybe because she thought it was not juicy enough, she also said that Scamander seduced Serafina Piquer, the chairman of macusa, and abandoned her, which made her heartbroken.

Scamander had to prove his innocence in the foreword to the latest edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, but he could only prove his own absurd espionage claims, but nothing else.

Newt was a Hufflepuff after all, and he wouldn't want to exact a more dire vengeance on Rita.

Sometimes she feels that she believes in retribution too much to believe in retribution, and she thinks she is more realistic than those believers who pray for the appearance of gods and Buddhas all over the sky to save those who are loyal to them from evil.

I may have said the wrong thing just now, said Albus.

What did you say wrong? said Pomona, who had just put Fantastic Beasts back on the shelf.

Not for the greater good, said Albus. When the Death Eaters gained enormous and unprecedented power, so did the corruption. You can ask Severus...

Why would I ask him? Pomona asked rhetorically.

Truth, said Albus, he was an eyewitness.

Aren't you worried about my soul? Pomona asked.

If you can't bear the evil, do you think other people can? Albus asked. That's why we're preparing for the next war, to stop them.

For a better and cleaner world? asked Pomona.

That's the Dark Lord's speech, said Albus. I prefer another.

Pomona didn't like it very much, and he didn't expect Albus to chat like this. He has always been very talented in languages.

I can't prove to you that I'm not obsessed with 'winning', but I think you know we need to win and it's going to be a tough fight, so I decided to make Harry an ugly duckling who didn't know his origins.

The ancients were externalized but not internalized. Pomona said.

Excuse me, what does that mean? Albus asked.

No matter how the outside world changes, there is a core inside that will never change. Pomona looked at Albus. You need Harry to maintain that quality that you value, right?

He's just a baby, I don't see any quality in him, Albus said, laughing.

Then he walked away, leaving Pomona alone in the library.

The place that was usually overcrowded, but suddenly there was no one there, reminded her of the Threshold Space.

From a certain point of view, Mormon's love for Mrs. Dewey is so sincere and selfless, but...

She left the library immediately and trotted back into the Slytherin common room.

Glory, she said, and the mosaic snake on the floor arched, revealing the entrance to the lounge.

She pushed open the door, and trotted along the spiral stairs to the bottom floor. Slytherin's lounge was indeed much larger than Hufflepuff's, and they were obviously the least crowded.

The mermaids outside the fish tank had already left, but she could still hear their singing. Her eyes searched around the lounge, and finally found a dark figure beside the sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She was a little afraid that if Mrs. Dewey had left Valmont and never saw him again or the relationship was not over, she would not have been hurt so much.

But she still went around to the front of the set of sofas, Severus was staring out of the window in a daze, when he noticed her appearance, he looked up at her.

The kids are in bed, and tonight we're going to the Dale family cemetery, Pomona said. Plus, you might not be able to.

He didn't seem to be interested in this, and turned his gaze to the French windows.

That's the curse of the Dale family, all descendants are not allowed to enter the cemetery. Pomona continued.

He froze for a moment, and looked at her with a little surprise.

The Potters were called Admiral Lear, Princes centuries ago, said Pomona.

He stood up, and the tall figure made her subconsciously take a step back.

What curse will it be?

You become a plant, Pomona said.

That's funny. He sneered.

I can't take that risk, you can't go, said Pomona sternly.

The smile on his face remained undiminished, he bent over, leaned in front of her and said softly, What risk are you taking?

Losing you. She said with disgust.

He was happy now, and he looked so smug that Pomona wanted to punch him.

I did the right thing, didn't I? He said, holding her sleeve, as if asking for a reward.

Come with me. She took his hand and left the lounge.