But since this was a waste of food, she ate it unhappy.

"What is the chemical formula of cocoa beans?" Pomona asked.

"how could I know."

"You just told me the molecular formula of vanillin."

"This is a university town. Is it strange that there are chemistry students?"

"Did you hear that?" Pomona's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I heard it from Muggles." Severus said indifferently. "I told him that he didn't know what the reaction would be if pearl powder and Invisible Beast Tincture were mixed together."

She didn't know what to say.

"Why can I find the funny point but you can't?" Severus asked again.

"How do I know?" Pomona took a bite of "vanilla ice cream that does not contain 3-methoxy-4-hydroxybenzaldehyde, only natural vanillin" in his hand.

"Oh my God, it's so sweet!" she wailed. "It's sweeter than chocolate from Turin! How can you eat it!"

"I can tolerate a little sweetness, but I can't stand the color of chocolate." Severus said, looking at the chocolate in her hand.

"How dare you say that word!" she said in the most vicious tone.

"The Wolfsbane Potion factory has not been opened, but the Joy Potion factory has opened. The patent for the Joy Potion is mine." Severus changed the subject, "We can buy the house in Turin."

The last time they left Turin, they not only bought chocolates, but also looked at several apartments. Finally, they fell in love with a farm with a vineyard, but they couldn't afford it with their savings at the time, but now it seemed they could.

"The money will be useful in the future, and it doesn't matter where you live." Pomona said expressionlessly, "I can adapt to the nomadic life. That painting box is our yurt."

"I have a gift for you." Severus took out a cigarette lighter from the deformed lizard skin pocket.

"What is this?" Pomona asked.

"The replica of the Deluminator is not as good as Dumbledore's, and it cannot absorb too much light."

Pomona was stunned for a moment.

"This is the real purpose of your last battle plan at Anfield?" Pomona exclaimed.

The old bat smiled slickly: "It's a pity that Ron Weasley was injured and missed it, but it made Miss Know-It-All the limelight."

"Ron is hurt?"

"He has recovered now, but he will have to use crutches for the time being."

"Oh my God."

"With this, there is a light source in the painting box. I heard that Muggles are using lights to grow crops."

"I love this gift." Pomona looked into Severus's eyes and said, "But I won't say thank you to you."

"you are not happy?"

"So many people died that day and there was so much panic. I won't criticize you or encourage you, but I appreciate everything you did for me."

"You said you wouldn't thank me."

She placed his hand over her heart. "But you can feel it, right?"

His dark eyes stared at her.

Through those eyes, Pomona seemed to see the faint blue light deep in his eyes.

According to Leonardo da Vinci, the human soul is hidden near the insula of the brain, which is right behind the eyes.

Severus' soul was still clean, but there were some dark spots, like sunspots on the sun.

Maybe, like a child, he just didn't judge seriously and didn't mean to do evil.

"I know this is hard, but please try to be a good person." Pomona said softly.

"If I became a bad person, would you still love me?" Severus asked.

"That's why I begged you." She said sadly. "Unlike Dumbledore, I have other means to stop you."

"I won't agree to you easily. Last time I agreed to the old fool. Do you see how he forced me?"

"I said I won't force you to do anything you don't like..."

"When everything is over, we will find a place to live in seclusion, just you and me." He interrupted her, "Look around."

Pomona looked around and found a lot of curious eyes.

"Guess what they were thinking?" Severus said.

"I don't know." she said tremblingly.

"They are guessing about our relationship." Severus said bitterly. "I am too old for you."

"I can……"

"You have gotten a little older." Severus interrupted her again. "You are no longer 15 years old, but 20 years old. Do you know what is the reason?"

"Voldemort?"

"I hate him." Severus said grimly, "He is like a parasite. It is Harry Potter's responsibility to get rid of him. It is his life."

"Don't put the responsibility on others!"

"This is not a shirking of responsibility, but his destiny, starting from the moment he became the chosen one." Severus smiled and shook his head, "Both Prometheus and the Holy Son were bound and sad, and he should be the same.

."

"Hasn't he suffered enough?"

"You sympathize with him, why don't you sympathize with me? Haven't I suffered enough?" He said accusingly, "Has my soul become dirty, that's why you asked me that just now?"

"The sun also has sunspots, and I don't expect your soul to shine." Pomona twisted his nose like she did when she was a child.

"Then who am I?" he asked again.

"You are a bad person who understands the joy of being a good person." She thought for a moment and said, "I am a good person who wants to be a bad person."

"No, you are not a good person." He smiled with bright eyes, "Neither you nor I are good people."

Pomona glanced at the people around her with judgmental glances, then lowered her head and kissed him.

This is undoubtedly a behavior that only occurs between lovers, and does not exist in the relationship between father and daughter, uncle and nephew. She looks like a female college student who has found a "Suger Dady".

But she no longer cares about those comments, because it tastes so sweet. How much sugar is put in the "vanilla ice cream that does not contain 3-methoxy-4-hydroxybenzaldehyde, only natural vanillin"?

In Cursed Child, McGonagall said that centaurs can tamper with the stars. I am a fan of Harry Potter. If I can’t explain it, it’s just magic.
Chapter completed!