To obtain "smooth and economical speed regulation". Since there was no reserved space when the subway was originally built, the London Underground's transmission system was laid on the ground and became 4 tracks.

"Everyone wants to participate, not just the two of us," Pomona said.

"You want Ravenclaw and Gryffindor to join?" he said with a smile.

"If Carter had known other ways, why would he be like this?" Pomona said softly.

"You care about him," Severus said oddly.

"No problem can be solved with money." Pomona sighed. "Fernon is going to take Harry to visit the graves of Lily and James. Minerva is alone. Do you want to accompany her?"

He stared at her.

"I gave Fanon a check and asked him to buy a new car and take the kids out for a ride," Pomona said calmly.

"He changed?"

"He didn't change it. He planned to use the money for Dali's college education," Pomona said.

"Look, men all know how to invest in the long term, but women only know how to buy things."

Pomona sneered, not wanting to be acquainted with him.

"You think this is a bad idea?" Severus asked.

"Don't think this is an opportunity. If the subway circuit is the same next time, no transportation secretary will resign." Pomona said coldly, "Who do you think will bear the responsibility?"

He said nothing.

"It's better to run fast than not to make mistakes. You don't know how hard it is to get up after you fall."

"Why are you helping me so much?" he asked.

"I don't want you to waste your talents." She said coldly.

"Liar." He looked her in the eyes and said, "What else do you have to say?"

She thought of the French novel.

The innocent little bride was novel, but what Mormon was in love with was a woman he couldn't get. He even shamelessly allowed Mrs. Dewey and the dean's wife to say that he loved him.

"I have nothing to say."

He suddenly grabbed her neck. Although he didn't use any force, Pomona was still shocked.

"Don't lie to me," he threatened, looking like a hoodlum from Spider-End Alley.

"Why should I lie?" she asked calmly.

His fingers pressed on her carotid artery.

"Your heartbeat has accelerated." He stated the facts.

"You scared me," she said.

But he was staring at her neck like a vampire.

In fact, vampires bite veins. If they bite arteries...

"Are you hungry?" Pomona asked bravely.

"Yes." He said softly, stroking her neck. "Is there any pudding?"

Although they agreed to eat pudding on Halloween, she still answered "yes".

"Wait for me for a while, I'll get it." Pomona said softly.

He let go of his hand, and she resumed her normal breathing.

She stood up slowly under his gaze.

You cannot touch the forbidden fruit. If you eat it, you will be kicked out of the paradise.

But as long as you imagine the sweet and delicious taste of the forbidden fruit, who can resist it?

If you don't eat it and just lick the peel of the forbidden fruit, it's not a crime.

She gently grabbed his hair, causing him to feel slight pain.

This kind of pain can let him know that he is not dreaming. This is what he said himself.

His hand ran along her back and lightly touched the place where she had tattooed the black wings in her dream. That location is called the butterfly bone. When the arm opens and closes, the two bones look like butterfly wings.

A caterpillar is not like an ugly duckling. When it breaks out of its shell, it has already completed its transformation and grown gorgeous wings. No one will remember its young appearance.

She looked at the face in her arms. He was not as handsome as Dorian Gray.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"Henry," she said before he got angry, "he is the 'friend' who seduced Dorian Gray and went astray."

"Because he advised against marrying an actress?" Severus asked.

"They fell in love." Pomona said pitifully, "If they were just ordinary people..."

"She won't like him." Severus said coldly, "He can't afford it."

She cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

He held her face and kissed away the tears.

"Smile." he said.

She felt like she couldn't laugh, but she still gave a fake smile.

He stared at her as if possessed.

"You are beautiful." he said.

She felt that he was really crazy. How could someone cry and laugh at the same time, looking crazy and beautiful?

She tried to push him away, but was wrapped in a black cloak.

Because her back was to him, she couldn't see his face and could only hear his heavy breathing, which sounded like some kind of wild beast.

"Stop." she begged.

After a while, he let go of his hand, leaned against the desk, and looked at her in a daze.

"Is this the power of Veela?" he said calmly.

"I've seen crazier people than you."

"Who?" he asked questioningly.

"Not to me...I saw someone else." She muttered.

"No wonder Salazar Slytherin didn't allow you to enter the school." He lowered his head. "No wonder Dumbledore made you drink the potion."

She looked at him confused.

He laughed.

"How about we bring Carter back?"

"What?"

"Before I came here, I asked the White Wizard why he couldn't give me the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. What do you think he answered?" He said as if he was asking himself a question, "Call Carter back and let him continue to hold that position. The so-called

The curse will be lifted.”

"You don't believe in curses?" Pomona asked.

"No, I believe it." He smiled, "But there is something I still want even if it's cursed."

She really doesn't understand why he is so obsessed with a position?

"What do you think of this idea?" Severus asked.

"If you could bring him back," Pomona said.

"He can call people back from the North Pole, why can't I call Carter back from abroad." Severus said confidently.

"That's Albus protecting you. You are a rare talent." Pomona said, "He hopes you can stay at Hogwarts."

"No, he just thinks I'm valuable," he said coldly.

She didn't find it strange.

"What about you, don't you want me to stay here?" he said, holding her hand.

"Of course I do," she said. "Here, you can use your talents and talents."

"Why don't I think so?" he said coldly.

"It's not black magic, it's potion." She pulled on his cloak. "I will help you."

He fell silent.

"You're half Prince," Pomona said. "I believe you."

He hugged her again.

"You really think that?" he said like a child.
To be continued...