Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2528 manonamission (twenty one)

  Albus placed a book in front of Pomona.

   "What is this?" she asked.

   "The 'prize' I got in Cairo when I was young." Albus smiled and said, "Merry Christmas."

   "What am I expecting?" She picked up the book and opened it at will, only to find that it was actually in French.

   "Are you expecting me to give you a dress to the Christmas ball?" Albus looked at his star robe, "If you don't mind."

   "I like the cloak you gave me last time." She smiled and flipped through the book. "What is this book about?"

   "Soul." Albus said, "Do you remember the diary that Harry destroyed with basilisk teeth in Year 2?"

   "I remember, what happened?" Pomona put down the book.

   "Tom, I mean You-Know-Who, still in his 16-year-old form, very handsome." Albus said slowly, "But we all remember what he looked like when he was possessed by Quirrell."

   She remembered the evil-looking face in the Mirror of Erised, and nodded slowly.

"I don't want to say this as Christmas approaches, but I think the content of this book is very enlightening." Albus sinks himself into an armchair "The author of this book believes that the soul begins with a body, has As a form for the soul, the soul begins to exist, and this form of existence is the soul's territory and tool."

  Pomona listened carefully.

   "If a soul becomes multiple by some kind of relationship, it will exist in all known and unknown forms, such as diaries, and Professor Quirrell's body." Albus said slowly.

   "One soul becomes multiple in some relationship?" asked Pomona.

   "You are familiar with the East, what does the East know about ghosts?" Albus asked.

   "But that's not the case with Riddle's diary," Pomona said.

   "Tell me, why is it different?"

   "They think the soul affects cognition and people become abnormal, but Tom Riddle..."

   "It's very different from the mysterious man we know." Albus continued Pomona's words.

   "He's crazy." Pomona said helplessly.

   "We borrow Muhammad's words..."

   "Wait, Muhammad?" Pomona asked in confusion. "Who is Muhammad."

   "The author of that book in your hand," said Albus.

   "But this book is in French." Pomona quickly flipped through the book in his hand.

"It was originally Arabic and was translated into French, and Mohammed lived in the tenth century AD, when Europe was still in the 'dark age'," explains Albus. "At first, I thought Tom Riddle was It's just a memory, like we see in the Pensieve, but Tom communicates with Harry and Ginny and sets up a plot, I don't think a memory can do that."

   "So, you think the journal is his soul?" Pomona asked.

   "This is what I want you to think about. If a soul becomes multiple by a certain relationship, it will exist in all known and unknown forms. What is this relationship?" Albus said.

   Pomona could not answer.

   "Don't worry, I can't think of it either, so I need your help." Albus said with a smile, "Do you like this gift?"

  Pomona flipped through the book again, and there was an image in the book of a man in a hood standing in front of a mirror.

   "Obviously this author has read ancient Greek books." Albus said, "In the chapter you read, he mentions Puniuma."

  Punuma is an ancient Greek word meaning breath, a mixture of fire and air, in religious texts it means spirit or soul, and it is also a circulating gas that ancient medical scientists considered essential to life.

The author of the book    analyzed the reasons why people sometimes see two, such as people shaking back and forth, or mirror images.

  When one looks at the mirror, one will feel that what is in the mirror is oneself. That is because there is a comparison before, and what appears in the mirror is similar to what is outside the mirror.

   The person in the mirror is not you, but your shadow. It is a visible object, and darkness is invisible, but whether it is a visible shadow or a dark shadow, the outline and shape are the same.

   Where there is light, there is darkness, where there is long, there is short, where there is thickness, there is thinness. If these things are isolated from each other, they cannot be felt.

When a person puts two mirrors facing each other, a world inside the mirror and a world outside the mirror will be formed. There is only one person outside the mirror, but there is a passage in the mirror, and there are countless you, but the you and the mirror in the countless mirrors Outside you, there is some kind of relationship.

   "Copy?" asked Pomona.

   "I tend to be more individual and separate," Albus said. "Judging from his appearance, the diary is 16-year-old Tom Riddle, and Quirrell's is an older him."

   "But diaries don't look like people," Pomona said.

"The body does not become the form of the soul in a mere way, it is a part of the parts of the body, 'combined and mixed' through some kind of 'combination and mixing' in which the soul is imprinted," Albus said. .

   "You mean, the reunification of soul and matter?" Pomona said in surprise.

"I've talked to Filius, and he's adamant that it's not possible," Albus sighed, "but I believe Tom can do it, but attaching a soul to an object is not the same as attaching a soul to a human body. ."

   "Oh~" she wailed, "You-Know-Who is really crazy."

"I heard from Minerva that Mr. Longbottom hasn't mastered the Conversion Charm yet." Albus said suddenly, "Miss Hermione Granger doesn't understand something 'easy' to master, can you help him?"

   "Starting with a hybrid composition of soul and body?" Pomona said with a smile.

   "You've changed, Pomona, you used to say 'Okay, Headmaster'." Albus said, "What made you change?"

   She stopped smiling.

   "Are you still drinking the compound decoction?" Albus asked seriously.

   "Yes, Headmaster." She said with her head lowered.

  Albus did not speak, staring at her with threatening eyes.

   "Read this book well." Albus said in a hoarse voice, "Go and call Severus over."

   "Okay, Headmaster," replied Pomona.

   When she got up and was about to leave the principal's room, Albus said behind her again.

   "When I was young, I saw Gellert Grindelwald in the Mirror of Erised, as you may have heard, we used to be very close friends."

   "I've read Bassida Shabat's book," replied Pomona.

   "Everyone has a young time. When you are a little older, you will know that love is a kind of poison..."

   "You told me, Albus," Pomona interrupted, "and there's only one antidote."

   "Yes." Albus nodded. "Do you want to know what the antidote is?"

   She did not answer the question.

   Or ask Albus this question.

   But she probably knew that even if it was poison, it tasted sweet.

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  If you can't give him love, give him power, this is what Georgiana once said.

   At least, he can't even be a prisoner, who told her to disturb his "life".

He has already been emperor, and he may want to be the emperor again, but now he wants to achieve that goal, he first faces a problem, the new French constitution passed by the last referendum, the term of office of the first ruling is not for life, and he wants to "reform" "Come here" requires a referendum, but the question is will anyone else agree?

   Not to mention that she can leave at any time, Matilda, Citizen Rushfoucault, Mr. Martin and others, they all have families in this country, do they have to give up everything and become exiles?

   The Duke of Choiseul actually left behind a "descendant" who adopted a cousin's son, who was pardoned and returned to France in 1801. In fact, even without the French Revolution, this adopted son would not be able to inherit anything from his cousin. The Duke of Choiseul owed a huge amount of debt, and even sold his mansion in Paris, which is now owned by Sharptal.

   Yesterday was prosperous, but it has become empty, floating life is like a dream, some people can only be happy in their dreams.

   She went through all of this on the premise that she had the beauty of a half-veela, and without beauty, she was nothing.

In the magical world, mirrors do not always reflect the "real". Maybe when she really "wakes up", she finds that she is actually sitting in front of the Mirror of Erised, and she is just one of the people who spend their time in front of the mirror. .

   She turned her head to look at the teapot she had shattered and restored it with a repairing spell, as if nothing had happened.

  But she can repair a teapot but can't repair her heart, who said that soul tearing must be murdered?

   She wanted to burst into tears, as if she wanted to turn the water in the Urque Canal into brine, but in fact she couldn't shed a single tear.

   It's like she has become a statue that can't cry, only rain can cry instead of her.

   (end of this chapter)