Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1063 Glittering memories

  Liverpool Albert Dock is the most famous scenic area in Liverpool. Surrounded by the beautiful Liverpool Eye and the Beatles Memorial, people feel tranquility and peace at all times.

  But in the Victorian era, one-third of the black slaves in the world were transported here on ships to America.

  You can walk to the Titanic Monument in 20 minutes from the dock. The starting point of this dream ship’s maiden voyage is the Port of Liverpool.

  After the sinking of the Titanic on April 14, 1912, many families of passengers gathered at the headquarters of the Platinum Steamship Company in James Street, Liverpool, waiting for news from their loved ones.

  The disaster of the Titanic led to the bankruptcy of the White Star Shipping Company, and the headquarters building was abandoned. Until the real estate developer Lawrence Kenwright took over and transformed it into 63 guest rooms, the furnishing styles were all modeled after the Titanic.

  Pomona was walking along this deserted pier while eating fish and chips.

   "Come out, Kliche, there is no one here," Pomona said.

  The house "little" elf appeared with a pop, and he looked as glum as her.

   "Would you like something to eat?" She generously handed her fried fish to Klitsch.

   "No, thank you, wait." Klitsch changed his mind, chose the smallest piece of fried fish, and chewed it in his mouth.

   Pomona sighed long.

  The Chinese said that one day is like three autumns. She and Severus have been thinking about him only three hours apart.

  There are 24 hours a day, every 8 hours for a year, and 3 hours is half a year.

  The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl only meet once a year. What is the first thing they do when they meet?

   "Oh, my goodness." She covered her face and wailed, her ears blushing.

  Krichel looked at her for unknown reasons, and then he pulled the hem of Pomona’s coat, "Mistress, look."

  Pomona put her hand down and looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a little girl holding a puppy standing on the pier, looking out over the clouded sea.

  There is a man not far away from her, looking at his clothes, he should be a wizard, otherwise he is a drag lover who is too obsessed with the Victorian era.

  He has the beard of a gentleman of that era, has a single-frame glasses with a clip-nose on his face, is wearing a tuxedo, is holding a cane in his hand, and is picking up feathers that fall on the ground with interest.

  As a scenic spot, someone cleans the pier regularly. It is not easy for him to find feathers.

  Wizards are rare, but they are not unusual, and most of them go to Diagon Alley.

   "They are ghosts." Krichel said, "and they didn't know they were dead."

  "How did you know?" Pomona asked.

   Klitsch’s ears dropped in frustration. After a long time, he said in a low bullfrog-like voice, “I have lived with Mistress Black, who has become a portrait, for more than ten years. There are only two of us in that house.”

   "Then what is the difference between the living and the dead?"

   "They don't feel it." Kliche said, "It should be cold in such a thin dress."

   "Do you feel cold, then?" Pomona asked.

  Krichel did not answer.

   "I'm not going to give you a dress."

   "We can't leave the house." Kliche said, "Leaving the house too long, we will freeze to death."

  This is actually a very simple question. If you feel cold, just wear clothes. However, people living on the street can’t add clothes for many reasons, such as the little match girl who froze to death on Christmas Eve in the hallucinations caused by the fire.

Pomona was not sure whether to disturb the two ghosts. They were not the same as the pearly white ghosts of Hogwarts. They were colored. The little girl was still wearing a green dress and red ballet on her feet. The shoes look very cute.

   "What are you waiting for?" Pomona said as she passed by the little girl.

   "My dad." The little girl looked back at her, "He went to New York by boat."

  Pomona understands who she is.

  According to legend, there was a girl named may at the Liverpool dock. Her father got on the Titanic and never returned, but she still waited for him on the shore with her puppy every day.

  In order to comfort her, her uncle put on a diving suit and went to the sea to find the remains of Titanic, and finally brought back her father's relics to comfort her.

  Pomona stood on the dock, imagining the scene in the movie, but unfortunately there was nothing in front of her except for two seagulls.

   "What are you doing again?" Pomona asked another ghost.

  "I'm looking for a pen." The ghost looked at the seagull and said, "There is an important document that I need to sign."

  "Why don't you use a pen?" Pomona asked, "and do you know how to make a quill pen?"

   "Go away!" The ghost coaxed her away fiercely.

   "I need a feather to make a pen."

  After she walked away, the ghost looked at the seagulls in the sky and said, "Please give me one."

  Of course, seagulls would ignore him. They spread their wings and hovered in the air, but refused to land.

   "How about a deal?" Voldemort said, "I tell you what I know, and you tell me what you know."

   "I still want to call you Tom." Pomona said, "and you have to swear that you won't punish me like you did before."

"Feather." Voldemort said. "When you lift a wing, you think of feathers. The best quill pen is based on the outer wings of a goose or swan. The fifth feather from the bottom of the wing tip. Some scribes also use crow feathers to transcribe those. Smaller text."

   "Oh." She was surprised.

"In the past, scribes had to send people to the farmers or the beach to find suitable feathers. But the collected feathers cannot be used directly. They need to be hardened first, and some are placed in a bright place to dry for several months; another part It will be soaked in water, and then put into a heated sand table for artificial hardening. After removing the barbs and grease skin on the feathers, the inner pulp of the quill needs to be emptied, leaving only one When using a hard and almost transparent tube, people use a short, sharp knife to thin the two sides of the tip of the tube, and then draw a seam in the middle to stick the ink on it."

   "But the wizard quill doesn't seem to be so troublesome."

  Pomona took out her quill pen and looked at it in her hand.

  "Bo bird feathers cannot be used as quill pens because they repel ink." Voldemort said, "Do you know what the ink is made of?"

  "Ink of different materials has different effects. The ink with the invisible beast tincture can be invisible, and the ink with the eternal potion can never fade."

"My diary originally had writing on it, but later all disappeared. It can also absorb ink. Now the ordinary ink used by the students does not contain the invisible animal tincture and eternal potion, only pigments or dyes. In the Middle Ages, people used carbon ink and metal ink. This metal ink was made of oak gall and green alum. The iron gall ink was lighter when it was first written, and it became black when iron oxidized in the air. It cannot be erased by erasing or cleaning, but can only be removed by scraping the surface of the paper. In the 5th century, cinnabar, which is natural mercury sulfide, was mixed with white eggs and gum arabic. After mixing, red ink was obtained. In the end, the combination of red and black ink and quill became a standard feature on medieval desks."

   "Merlin's beard." Pomona whispered, "Mongnes asked for mercury to be added to the gold coin..."

   "Maybe he accidentally knocked over these two inks one day, and then had this wonderful idea." Voldemort continued, "Sometimes, the red ink can be replaced with blood, and the blood also contains iron."

   "So, the feathers of Corvus represent lead, and the feathers of Cygnus represent iron?"

   "I guessed five, and there are two more." Voldemort said, "The wheat ears of Virgo have the last unopened labyrinth."

  "Don't you ask me, does copper represent that star?"

   "You said it was a deal. I already said mine. It's your turn to fulfill the contract."

   "So I can still call you Tom?"

  "Love is a sweet poison, and knowledge allows iron and blood to blend together. The two together form a pair of wings of death. When the last light in the heart of the fallen angel disappears, do you think he is still an angel?"

   "What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"Using the lion's heart to represent the king's heart." Voldemort sneered sarcastically. "The lion is a beast, just one of the stars like the sun. It's not worthy of worship. I don't even know this. Muggles are Muggles. "

  Pomona could not find words to refute him.

   "What do you want to say?" He asked like a noble.

   "Damn viper." She thought for a long time only to come up with the phrase "Why are you so annoying."

  How cool the lion looks, the Gryffindor logo is the lion.

   "Stupid, reckless, irritable, arrogant lion." Voldemort fought back not to be outdone. "Except that everyone says Slytherins are evil, what else?"

   "You are quite evil..."

   "Ha." Voldemort exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Severus is right. You are a fool different from an ordinary fool."

   "Can you tell me plainly..."

   "Use your pitiful little brain, not full of food and love, to think slowly for yourself!"

  After talking about Voldemort, he ignored her again.

   "It's vega!" She said to the crow who didn't know where it was hiding, "Those sculptures are the strange birds of Stingfaros Lake."

  She still did not receive any reply.

   "Ah! I hate Slytherin!" She was so mad that she stomped her feet like pain.

  Whether it is parchment paper, ink or quill pen, these office supplies are not easy to obtain. Therefore, in order not to waste expensive office equipment, the hand-scribing staff must write in a rather awkward posture on a special table.

  They must sit upright on a high-back chair, and then tilt the special table, because the writing of the quill pen is most effective only when the pen tip is at a right angle to the surface of the parchment paper.

  The process of copying in this way is painful, but compared with the peasants who work in the fields, the soldiers who practice martial arts, and the scholars who think about problems, is the pain of the copyists really painful?

Maybe one day in the Middle Ages, a scribe planned to relax after a day of copying, and then came up with a whim, maybe in the future there will be a machine that can replace himself, such as a puppet, so that he can leave without being so tired. In this room, enjoy the spring sunshine with the girls outside the window.

  Unfortunately, this was a idiotic dream, so after a short break, he began to write again, working hard for the next meal of bread.

  　 There is an automatic quill pen, what kind of recorder does Rita Kist have to be? Maybe it’s because the quill pen is not particularly reliable.

  　　 Oak galls are bumps caused by certain gall bees, such as chemicals in the trunk, in order to incubate larvae. They usually take oak trees.

Harry’s home in Godric’s Valley was written in eternal ink and Rohart’s violet ink. The admission letter was magically written with the sea, the hut on the reef, and the emerald green on the floor. ink

  (End of this chapter)