Chapter 1081 The Fertile Soil of Heaven

In that shop, where the shelves were filled with second-hand bone china, Pomona only chose one set. The surface of the lake-green ceramic was covered with purple-red grape vines.

Ceramics absorbs heat more than glass, so it can reach a temperature that allows the fire dragon's bone powder to fuse with the ceramics.

After a good harvest, people would have a wild and wild carnival. At first, only women could participate in the Dionysus Festival, and men were not allowed to watch. Later, it became more and more unscrupulous. The church therefore chose to ban the Dionysus Festival, but it was still continued privately in many places.

Compared with his passionate father, Dionysus only had one human wife. She later died, and Dionysus changed the crown given to her into Corona Borealis.

In fact, people do not necessarily lose their judgment and clear mind after drinking, the same applies when they are "sober".

At Christmas that year, none of them drank, but they ended up getting "drunk" in a daze. Elvis Presley's song was playing on the radio.

This time the song playing on the gramophone was the Beatles song "When I'm 64".

This piece is very interesting:

wheni get older losing my hair, many years from now

When I get old and my hair falls out, many, many years later,

willyou still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine.

Will you still send me a card and a bottle of wine on Valentine's Day and my birthday?

willyou still need me, will you still feed me, when i"m sixty-four. When I'm sixty-four, will you still need me, will you feed me?

Around the year Severus graduated, Pomona started taking over the kitchen, but was no longer in school at that time.

From the age of 20 to now, he has been eating the food she made for 25 years, which Fu Rong thought was too greasy. He is 45 years old this year, and will be 64 years old in nineteen years. As for now, as long as he doesn't get tired of it halfway through

, even if he wanted to change the taste midway, she was still willing to feed him.

"Is the door locked?" she asked drowsily.

"Draco is the only one here." He said vaguely, smelling her scent.

"This is your godson's house!" She suddenly woke up. "You are his godfather!"

He ignored her at all.

"It's a bit shameful! Oh! How can you put on a majestic look in front of him in the future?" She pushed the guy away with all her strength.

"He's an adult too, oh..." He was hit with a pillow and it hurt, as if it was real.

"You bad things!" she said angrily.

He opened his mouth for a moment, but finally said nothing, moved away from her, and sat down politely.

She tried her best to tuck her coat tightly, even though her figure was mediocre in someone's words.

"What's wrong with you?" Severus asked impatiently.

"It doesn't feel right," she said sternly.

"What does it feel like?"

"Not in front of the children!"

"How old do you think Draco Malfoy is?"

"No matter how old he is, he is still a child in my eyes!"

Severus growled angrily.

"Didn't you already know that he was impure?"

Pomona thought of Pansy Perkins' thighs and the platinum head sleeping in her lap.

"Merlin's beard..." She not only exclaimed, "How evil is Slytherin?"

"You'll know." He said and pushed her down anxiously.

Perhaps because he knew that she had just woken up and was not in good health, he was more restrained. The sound made by the friction of his clothes was like a snake crawling. Fortunately, it was covered up by the sound of music.

Albus said that the most violent and spectacular reactions in chemistry occur in non-metals. Although the human body conducts electricity, it is a non-metal.

She felt that the puzzle was almost solved, but was still just a little short. This feeling made her upset, so she put her arms around him.

"Help me...save me."

He whispered in her ear.

"How do you want me to help you?"

She wants to be a troublemaker again.

Noticing her movement, Severus stiffened for a moment, then whispered in her ear.

"Bad girl."

Although Severus was not very good-looking, his voice was really nice. His tone when he spoke just now was ambiguous and a little conniving, so she became more and more bold.

The snake wrapped around her body was still tempting and tightening, but he was careful not to strangle her.

Her hair had grown much longer and was spread loosely on the pillows of the sofa. Her thighs were lifted up along with the skirt of her pajamas, exposed to the warm May air.

This day is Xiaoman. The grains of summer-ripened crops have begun to fill up, but are not yet mature. They are only Xiaoman, not yet full. The sun reaches 60° of the celestial longitude, which is also the last day of Taurus. Tomorrow, May 21, will be Gemini.

, Draco's birthday is coming soon.

Stockings littered the floor like shedding snakes, long curtains were half-open, wildflowers swayed in the breeze, grasshoppers chirped in the bushes, and lazy snakes and cockroaches became more active due to the warmer temperatures.

The pile was eaten.

This natural sonata echoed in the baroque manor, and the rabbits jumped across the grass, and then rushed into the burrow at lightning speed.

She made a pleasant and joyful sound.

The manor is built on very fertile soil, perfect for growing olives and cherries, and maybe some sage and jasmine, so that when summer comes they can enjoy the fragrance of flowers and the comfort of being surrounded by fountains.

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She ran her hands through his thick black hair, and his black eyes looked directly at her. The thinness of adolescence had disappeared from him. He had become stronger, but his figure was still not considered fit. After all, he was not an athlete.

His face looked a little haggard, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"Don't make a fuss," he said calmly.

This made her feel angry, but she was quickly taken away by his actions.

She collapsed on the sofa, surrounded by the bitter smell of cigarettes and the strong smell of blood. This was really happening. The groundbreaking for the orchard full of olives had not yet begun.

The two young men were so busy renovating their new home that they forgot to deal with the wasteland outside the manor. It was still desolate and deserted.

She looked at Severus again. He stopped, his whole body was shaking, and his face turned very pale.

For a moment, she thought it was caused by the open wound on his neck and excessive bleeding.

Then she discovered that he was afraid. If he were a child, he could cry, but he held it in, and the result became like this.

"Don't think about it." She held his cheek and said softly, "Look at me and let me help you forget it."

He was obedient and did as she was told. Pomona took him into the forest in her mind and let him dance with her. The beautiful forest once became very eerie, filled with wailing and roaring.

"Take off your shoes." She said, "Move your toes. Do you like the feeling of stepping on the ground?"

Such rhetoric like that of a farm girl would have aroused laughter, but she still said it without thinking.

"I'm still afraid of caterpillars. Can you help me catch them?"

"I will." He said listlessly.

"You are so brave." She said approvingly. "It will be fine, Prince."

"At least they didn't print information like last time." Severus said. "There is also a half-blood wizard registry."

"There is a werewolf office."

"Kingsley didn't force werewolves to register, and there was that ridiculous trial." Severus said with hatred, "It was simply a humiliation."

It can be seen from this that Severus, who likes to be Prince, is not a pure-blood person. He knows very well that when Muggles are squeezed out, it will be his turn to be squeezed out next, and it will be half-blood wizards like him.

"You're not interested in me anymore?" Pomona said with a smile. "Look what we are doing now?"

"Am I dreaming?" he asked. "Are you real?"

She leaned forward and kissed him, letting her feelings tell him the answer.

Today's life may not be as you wish, but you should also look at the good things. Some people only look at what others have that they don't have, and some people look at what they have.

The business in Astonia has just started, and whether it can be independent is still a question. It happens that there is fertile soil here. When there are orchards, at least we can start a fruit business. With a stable income, we won't be afraid of the old peacock.

Lucius was still not as ruthless as Walburga. He would not take away the manor. After all, Draco was his only son, unlike Sirius who had a younger brother, Regulus.

With a replacement, she didn't feel so distressed even if she lost one son. Only when her second son also disappeared did she realize that she regretted it and went crazy and sealed her soul in a painting before she died.

She wanted to wait for Regulus to come home. As for Sirius, she no longer recognized him as her son.

Sometimes women's hearts are crueler than men's. Although women's emotions are richer than men's, as long as she is heartless, she may do very unexpected things.

At least Narcissa didn't poison old Malfoy, so Narcissa wasn't that bad. It was probably because of this that he could raise a son like Draco.
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