Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2517 Manonamission (X)

   "Good afternoon, Professor Sprout."

   As Pomona passed the school foyer with a picnic basket on his back, he happened to meet the students who were going to the auditorium to eat.

   "Good afternoon." She responded with a standard smile, and then she heard a "ding ding dong" tapping.

   She looked up at the sound and saw Filch was standing on a super tall, precarious ladder, hammering nails into the wall.

  Because of the shackles of the magical contract, house-elves can't touch the wizard's portrait, so when the portrait on the wall is loose, Filch can only climb a dangerous ladder to adjust.

   was originally just a trivial matter, but as long as she thought of the hairy crabs in that room, she immediately became furious.

The    trophy room is also on the third floor, and each of the trophies displayed in it has been rubbed to sparkle by the punished student, but how did he forget the lost wand storage room?

   "Mr. Argus Filch." Pomona said, looking up at the bottom of the stairs, "Can you come down for a while?"

   Filch stopped hammering the nails and looked down at Pomona.

   "If you have anything to say, I still have a job," Filch said.

   "I think it's dangerous to talk like that," Pomona said.

   "No, it's really dangerous for me to go down and talk. Every time someone calls me by my first name and last name, it means I'm in trouble."

  Pomona put down the picnic basket, hands clasped.

   "You patrolled so many times, have you been to the Lost Wand Storage Room on the third floor?"

   Filch recalled and nodded, "Yes."

   "Then you and me describe the last time you went and what you saw?" Pomona asked.

   "It's business as usual," Filch said, wielding his hammer. "Every wand is neatly arranged, and if you add a box to them, they'll look just like the ones sold in Ollivander's."

   "Oh~ is that so?" She narrowed her eyes, "Why is it different from what I saw just now?"

"The last time I looked at that room was three years ago," Filch said as he hammered the nails. "The first year, the principal ordered the fourth floor stairs to be closed, including me, and I think you know why, I usually go down the stairs on the fourth floor to the storage room on the third floor to check. The next year, my cat, Mrs. Norris, was petrified, and the whole school was patrolled by me, not to mention The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor that year was Gerald Rohart. He told me that he would be safe at Hogwarts, and he gave me a letter of introduction to teach Squib magic. School."

   "Oh." Pomona dropped his hand.

"In the third year, that is, this year, a troll security guard was finally added." Filch tapped the nail hard, and the ash on the wall collapsed, scaring the surrounding portraits. "But except for Wes. Lai twins, Harry Potter seems to be walking around the castle at night like his father, maybe I should prepare a filing cabinet to store the school rules he violated like his father in the future. If they can calm down, Maybe I can find time to check the room you just mentioned, what else do you have to do? Madam Dean."

   "No." Pomona picked up the picnic basket and waved at Filch. "Have a nice day, Mr. Filch."

   Filch ignored her and continued to focus on hammering the nails.

  Pomona shook his head as he walked. Fortunately, the troll security guard only needed food, not wages, otherwise...

   "Hahaha~"

   Peeves flew over Pomona's head, and his target seemed to be Filch, who was teetering on the ladder.

   "Peeves!" she yelled angrily, and if Filch had fallen from that height he would have been injured.

   But Peeves didn't care so much, he circled Filch, and Filch clutched at the frame of a picture on the wall to keep himself from falling off the ladder.

  Pomona was about to take out his wand when Barrow, the ghostly blood man of Slytherin, just passed by, and Peeves immediately flew down the stairs to the fourth floor as if he had seen something terrible.

   She breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around to leave when she suddenly noticed a footprint in the dust on the ground.

   This dust fell when Filch was driving the nails just now, and there were no students passing by. Then she raised her head, and did not see a third person other than herself and Filch in the hallway.

   "Come down when you're done nailing it," she said to Filch, then left the castle nonchalantly and walked along the wooden bridge towards Hogsmeade.

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   Eucharist Rael took Georgiana to his office.

   There are many sketches of anatomical drawings and rock fossils on the walls of this office, but the most eye-catching is an aquarium in the corner, which houses a green strange fish. It was 18 inches long, with a flat head, a slender body and hollow fins on its back.

   She couldn't help but walked over curiously and asked, "What is this?"

"Nile finfish, the Egyptians called it bee-sheer, this fish can survive in rivers and swamps, look at its scales." Eucharist pointed to the scales on the fish "It looks like Not like a snake?"

  Georgianna observed carefully, she had heard of the evolutionary conjecture that fish in the water gradually came to the shore and turned into amphibians. This fish seems to have confirmed this conjecture. The scales on its abdomen are like snakes, which can help snakes crawl and crawl. At the same time, this fish has external gills, which means that it can still live in water. The key is that it is still fresh water.

   "What an extraordinary discovery, Mr. Saint-Tirell." She said sincerely, "You have contributed to human civilization."

   "I think I should have complimented you, ma'am." St. Tyrel sighed. "I'm sorry I said that to you just now."

   "This is the show you prepared?" Georgiana said with a smile.

   "Not quite." After Saint-Tirel finished speaking, he walked to the bookshelf, took down a particularly beautifully bound book from it, and handed it to her.

   "What is this?" She took the book and flipped through it.

   "The Abridged Book of Egypt, the above is what we found in Egypt this time. It has not been officially published yet. This is the first batch of sample books." St.

   "Is your fish recorded in the book?"

   "Of course there is."

  Georgianna put the open book in front of St. Tyrel, he flipped through it quickly, and soon found the sketch of the "ancestral fish".

"It's unbelievable." She glanced at the sketch, and then at the living fish. "Archaeopteryx" has become extinct, but this fish has survived, and it still maintains the shape of millions of years ago. Living fossils.

   "Do you have the anatomy of this fish?" she asked again.

  San Tirel turned around and found a rolled up colored pencil sketch from a leather roll.

Said to be colored pencils, in fact, the fish's respiratory system is drawn with red pencils. Its swim bladders form primitive lungs, which can not only be filled with a lot of air, but St. Tyrell said just now that this kind of fish can live in swamps. To survive, the oxygen levels in the swamp are not high.

She heard before that the water of the Nile River is very turbid and needs to be clarified before drinking. This kind of fish's respiratory system with gills and lungs can adapt to this environment. When the oxygen in the water is not enough, go to the surface to breathe, just like the rain. Like the fish in the former pond.

"This fish can live out of the water for two days. I put a piece of wood in the water, and sometimes I find it lying on it." St. Thiel looked at the driftwood on the water and said, "If I only found this in Egypt Species that will make up for all the pain of my long journey."

  Georgianna followed him at first, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed a painting on the fish tank.

It was a group portrait, at first she thought it was an expedition, because the people in the painting were all wearing different clothes, and some people even had missing legs and replaced them with wooden ones, or they wore the same face as a pirate. Blindfolds.

   But she soon spotted Bonaparte in the center of the painting, who looked like an adventurer.

   "This person is Maru." St. Tyrell pointed to a person's head and said, "He is an engineer now, and he has taken a fancy to the lens invented by that child."

   "I've heard of this." Georgiana looked at the head and said, "But that lens wasn't invented by Fresnel."

   "I know." St. Tyrell looked at her. "Because you are a foreigner, no one will question Condorcet."

"what?"

  Saint Tyrell didn't want to mention more, he pointed to another person's head and said, "This person is Boriel, you may know him..."

   "Why should I know about him?" Georgiana asked, and then she realized that her question was silly.

   "Haven't you been to the Alps? He is a high-ranking official in Glennoble Province, and that place is the main road." Saint-Tierel said, "Last time Ney went to Switzerland, didn't you cooperate?"

   "So Beaulieu knew Fresnel because of me?" she asked.

"The child's mathematical talent is famous throughout the school, not entirely because of you." Saint-Tierel shook his head "and both Borlier and Maru are supporters of the light wave theory, in Mechelen. I saw what the kid wrote on the blackboard, and he is also a supporter of the light wave theory, right?"

   "I don't understand what he wrote," replied Georgiana.

   "I think they will be interested in his research. Maru has also done research on optical phenomena in Upper Egypt before."

   "About what?" she asked curiously.

   "The oases that do not exist appear before the lost, let them exhaust their physical strength for ethereal goals, and finally die in the desert. The Egyptians are gods."

She remembered that this was a mirage. Bonaparte encountered it on his way back to Cairo from Jaffa. He could recognize it as a mirage himself, but the camels couldn't. The thirsty camels ran towards the mirage and drank it later. The brine was dead, almost with Bonaparte.

   But he was lucky and finally returned to Cairo safely.

   She took a step forward and looked at the people in the portrait, except for a very few such as Monge, their average age would not exceed 30 years old.

   "So all the members of the Egyptian Institute in this painting?" she asked.

  San Tyrell nodded and pointed to a person "This is me."

   "You don't have a uniform, or did you not wear it for the portrait?"

   Saint Tyrel walked to the office next door, and when he came out, he had a ceremonial sword in his hand.

This sword is only black and gold. The black scabbard is decorated with gilded patterns, and the hilt is all gold. There is an Egyptian goddess with a strange headgear on it. She looks like a palm leaf and a torch. .

   "Every member of the institute has one." Eucharist Rael said, and drew out the ceremonial sword, which was not the sword she imagined.

   It is made of black pearl oyster and looks like black waxed wood decorated with botanical patterns.

   "Do you like it? I heard you have a diamond-encrusted sword." Maybe her expression was too obvious, St. Tyrel said with a smile.

   "Who is this goddess?" she asked.

   "Maybe Isis."

   "What?" she asked in surprise. "I don't know who it is, but you still carve her portrait on it."

   "This was decided by the First Government." St. Tyrell put the "sword" back. "Everyone in the institute doesn't know where he saw this image."

   "You really don't know, or are you collectively keeping it a secret?" she asked suspiciously.

   "What do you think?" St. Tyrell said with a smile.

   She pouted, these Masonic loves are mysterious.

   (end of this chapter)