Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2561 Smoke and Mirror (twenty-seven)

   When an animal looks in a mirror, it cannot tell that it is itself in the mirror.

But it can feel a certain need, like hunger, and this feeling prompts them to hunt and eat. If they don't feel hungry, they won't think of storing more food for winter like humans do, because in winter, Many animals are not out, and hunting will be difficult.

  People will also see dark clouds and start looking for a place to hide from the rain. The so-called “preparing for a rainy day” is not just based on perception, but imagined on the basis of perception.

Of course, not all animals can't tell that it is themselves in the mirror, such as elephants and orangutans, and not all animals do not know how to store food for winter, such as squirrels, they will find nuts to hide in tree holes, attracting Come to the hungry to dig. Sometimes people find unexpected things, such as an Albanian peasant who found a crown that looked like a lot of money.

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   "Aha, Dean!" Keitelborn saw Pomona and Neville, and dragged his cautious half-leg to them.

   He was wearing a wooden prosthetic leg, and although he didn't look like a pirate, he still had some mobility issues.

   "Did you come back from the Dragon Sanctuary so early in time to watch the Quidditch World Cup? Silva?" Pomona asked.

   "Don't save face for me, Dean, I know my legs and feet are not good." Ketelborn took out two small boxes from his pocket "Here, this is the dragon cheese I bought in the reserve."

   "Thank you." She took the gift, but didn't rush to open it. "How's the harvest from this trip?"

   "It's amazing, in fact I went to other places besides the Dragon Sanctuary, and the wizards in those places are very interesting." Kettleborn said, and then began to talk about his experience.

  In fact, in addition to the fire dragon, the Fire Dragon Reserve also has a strong wind dragon named Drague, who will help humans to chase down the fire dragons that run out of the reserve.

  It is very smart, the key is that it is not as easily excited as a fire dragon, and the staff of the reserve feel that it seems to understand human speech.

In addition to being extremely fast, it also summons rainstorms and makes the rain douse the fire of the fire dragon. It has been in that place for almost a hundred years and has never had a dispute with the dragon trainers. Dragon trainers Nor will it constrain and control it.

   "It's a very beautiful dragon, I can't describe it in words," Kettleborn said.

   "Did you take a picture of it?" Pomona asked.

   "I did bring a camera, but unfortunately the film is gone, there are so many novelties to take pictures." Kettleburn said.

Pomona thought it was unusual for a dragon trainer to let Kettleburn, who had only half a leg and an arm, enter the reserve, but she thought of Charlie Weasley, a student of Kettleburn who used to Well looked after by Ketelburne.

   "One more thing, I heard that Hogwarts has a werewolf as a professor, who is he?" Keitelborn asked, "Is that the one who replaced me?"

   "Hagrid? No~" Pomona smiled and shook his head, "You've known him longer than me, do you think he's a werewolf?"

   "So, it's the other one." Keitelborn said with horror on his face, "The one who succeeded Lockhart as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

  Remus did not come to the school for the interview, and by the time he arrived on the Hogwarts Express, Kettleburn had retired and left the UK.

   "Where else did you go besides the Fire Dragon Reserve?" Pomona asked with a smile.

"In Europe, werewolves called themselves mooncalfs, and they sacrificed a calf once a year, praying that they would turn into a wolf or a man," Keitelborn said, "but some people say they sacrificed a calf. As a kid, of course, I don't believe this, and I've heard that werewolves from Europe are gathering in England, and it seems like a 'big party' is starting."

   Neville looked horrified.

   "Go get us a drink," Pomona told him.

   Neville immediately left his seat and went to the bar to get them drinks.

   "Because they wanted to mess with the Quidditch World Cup?" Pomona asked.

   "I don't think it's that simple, anyway, I won't go to the World Cup to join in the fun." Keitelborn said, "It's better to go home and be safe."

  England has no European security, and Europe has no Death Eaters and werewolves.

   But she dismissed the idea of ​​Neville staying with him for a while, God knows what he'd say to Neville.

   "The wine is here," Neville said, like a tavern attendant.

   "Thank you." Pomona took the butterbeer from the tray and continued chatting with Ketelborn, even though she wasn't all that interested in the dragon sanctuary.

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  Corsica originally belonged to the Republic of Genoa. In 1769, due to the Marquis of Choiseul, the French bought it from the Genoese and formed part of France.

   When Napoleon was a cadet, he had followed Pauli and made Corsica independent from the French. Although he is now the first French ruler, but Genoa is part of his homeland, it is not difficult to understand that he will take gentle measures against the Genoese.

Miss Campini's affair with him is just a rumor, she didn't confront him directly to give a "verdict", which is actually very unfair, there are many similarities between Corsican dialect and Genoese, Georgiana and Jim Communicating in English also felt intimacy. Maybe he just helped a fellow countryman and gave him some gifts. It was all because Georgiana thought too much and overreacted.

  The rumors stop at a wise man. If she really thinks she is a wise man, she should listen to what the "defendant" has to say. She can't be the same as Crouch, who just handed down the verdict without asking Sirius Black.

   This was her reaction after hearing Bertin's "advice", she actually wanted to forgive him.

   "Georgianna."

   Just when she and the others were smirking hypocritically, Interior Minister Sharptar came, looking very bad.

   "Excuse me," Pomona said to the nobleman from Norway, then followed Sharptal to a small balcony.

   "You asked the Englishman to announce those proposals?" Sharptar asked seriously.

   "Yes." She said calmly.

   "So do you have any idea how much of an impact this would have?" Sharptar asked.

   "I know." She said indifferently.

   "Then you still want to do this?" Sharptar asked.

   "I know what you mean." Georgiana smiled. "I'm not French."

"so what?"

   "There are some things I can do. The big deal is that others will say that the foreign woman doesn't know anything." Georgiana touched her arm, it was too cold to wind on the balcony.

   "Go get a shawl," Sharptal said to the waiter not far away, then looked at Georgiana. "What do you mean?"

"Today the gendarmerie told me that because of the 1793 Declaration of Human Rights, the Belgian police cannot take dogs on duty. Which one of the declarations is this violated?" Georgiana said, but she continued without waiting for Sharptal to speak." If I remember correctly, the 1793 Declaration of Human Rights was proclaimed by Robespierre, with 18 more articles than the 1789 version. This declaration stipulates that everyone has the right to education, and Condorcet's idea is that consistent."

  Sharptal watched her silently.

"That child, the convex lens that Fresnel used to make the light of the lighthouse uses the principle left by Condorcet. He just thinks Condorcet is right, and the discovery of truth cannot be hindered by politics." Georgiana lowered her voice and said .

   "You know that you still support him?" Sharptar lowered his voice, "Are you helping him or hurting him?"

   "Are you a politician or a scientist?" Georgiana whispered, "Why should a truth that can stand the test of practice bury it? If so, then mankind will live in 'darkness' forever..."

   "Do you think what you're doing is wrong?" Sharptar asked.

"I only know that Mayor Rupe was born in the seminary, and Talleyrand, a priest can become a secular official if he takes off his robe, not to mention a seminary student who hasn't put on a priest's robe." She breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down. Your own heartbeat "Young people are more receptive than older people."

   "They're also prone to impulsive actions, like you," Sharptal rebuked.

   "You think I'm demented?" asked Georgiana.

  Sharptal sighed "I know..."

   "No, you don't know." She interrupted him with a wave of her hand. "You men, like women, lose their minds. Judges are supposed to be fair, but the judges here are being asked to refuse to support equality..."

   "Have you asked the First Regent?" Sharptar said suddenly.

   She stopped talking.

   "I thought you understood... I refuse to pass your proposal," Sharptar said.

   "This is for the Belgian Parliament..."

   "I'm the Minister of the Interior, everything about the interior needs to be signed through me." Sharptar said fiercely.

  Georgianna was silent again.

   "I will hand over the suggestions for repairing water purification and water delivery facilities, but I will tell you about the rest when I return to Paris." Sharptar said, and left the small balcony.

   She felt a fire in her heart, even though it was snowing outside, she didn't feel cold in her gorgeous but thin evening dress.

   She looked at the roses in the yard, they were supposed to bloom in May, but now they are blooming under the snow, looking very "unnatural", just like the "garland" made of filigree on her head.

   She misses Hogwarts, as if she were in that splendid summer meadow in full bloom, but then she was wearing a witch hat, forgetting that she could take it off and make a wreath of those flowers.

   A warm shawl draped over her shoulders.

   Although it was a bit late, the person holding the shawl did not forget, she was about to turn around and say "thank you"...

"The captain told me that I would feel like I would turn into a cloud of smoke and pass through the smoke-covered place, and the body would stay." The Purifier whispered softly in her ear, "At first, I didn't see the rose, but I smelled it. Arrived at the scent of roses and then I felt a lot of people slowly gathering together in the thick fog, I didn't know those people until I saw the captain appear, I followed him and found a woman, he grabbed her hair , knocked her to the ground."

  The purger touched her cheek with the back of his hand. "'She's a witch,' said the captain, and then he told us to attack her."

   "You did as he said?" she asked.

   "He said it was to uphold the faith, but I don't know what faith he was talking about." After the purger finished speaking, she took a half step back. She felt that he was far away, turned her head and looked at him.

   "She's not as pretty as you, roses are more suitable for you." The purger smiled sinisterly, turned and returned to the brightly lit room.

   (end of this chapter)