Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 523 Survivor’s Wand

  The roses will not bloom until early summer, but there is a bouquet of white roses in the living room of Justin Fanglieli’s house.

  Smell this charming floral fragrance, Pomona's mood improved a lot. Hefpaff doesn't like war, but Justin was born in an aristocratic family. He must fight when the country needs him to go out. Even if he is a wizard, he cannot intervene in Muggle wars.

  The British and Japanese fought in Singapore during the Second World War. The minds of the brainwashed people are different from those of normal people. People of this nation are very extreme.

During the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, although picric acid-filled artillery shells were very powerful, they were very easy to explode and were very unstable. They were not installed even in Europe. The warheads were filled with cotton gunpowder, but the Japanese officially used them in the navy. Shitose gunpowder".

  It was so sensitive that even a small rope hit could cause an explosion. The Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 was a turning point for Japan, and the Japanese navy was fighting desperately.

The war is like a gamble. The British are not as crazy as the Japanese. In fact, Pavasir still has a chance before surrendering, but he gave up. Singapore, the "first strong city in the East", fell into the hands of the Japanese. Churchill called it "the saddest catastrophe in British history."

  At the end of the Pacific War, the Japanese even made things like suicide planes. There is no other word to describe this country except madness.

  So everyone was relieved when the Heisei waste appeared.

  The relaxed generation that values ​​humanity education has replaced the extreme sex. It is a good thing instead of the aggressiveness that urgently needs to become stronger.

  The situation in China is different from that in Japan. Western civilization and Eastern civilization are like juvenile factions and Bengal tigers. Without them, no one can live.

   "Dean, are you looking for me?"

   Just when Pomona was stunned, Justin’s voice came from behind her. He was dressed casually, no different from ordinary Muggles.

   "Do you know the legend about the wand of fir trees?" She looked at the flattery and said.

   "Lucky wand." Justin said, "The current Ollivander's grandfather sold three fir wood wands, and they were all left unscathed in fatal danger."

   "I remember you were petrified by a basilisk when you were in the second grade. Your wand is a fir wand, right?"

  Justin smiled, "Fortunately, Nick, who is almost headless, is blocking him, or I will be the second Muggle to be killed."

"Minerva also has a wand like yours, also made of fir wood. This material is especially suitable for polymorphism. She likes masters who are dedicated, independent, and occasionally strong in behavior. However, if you encounter those fickle , Indecisive people will become a useless guy, what kind of person do you think you are? Justin?"

  Justin did not reply immediately.

  After graduating from Hogwarts, he went to Cambridge to continue his studies. In fact, his grandfather preferred him to go to the military academy to "learn to be a man".

Hefpaff’s boys are all like this, they look a lot like "cowards", but Justin also participated in the Battle of Hogwarts. His family didn’t know about his participation and thought he was hiding in the shelter. Take refuge here.

  He has never seen a giant, just like most children, after all, the giant is almost extinct.

  The situation on the frontal battlefield is unpredictable, and no one is sure that he will definitely not die. At this time, anything that can make the army unstable will cause the will to collapse and flee without a fight.

"I heard that you admire brave people. At first it was Lockhart. At that time, you didn’t know much about the magical world. Have you heard of that rumor? Muggle seeds are compared to people whose parents are wizards at least. , It will be slower to show magic talent..."

   "I also heard that Muggle wizards are not prone to magical diseases, but obviously not, am I? I am petrified." Justin interrupted her, "Tell me what you want me to do, Dean?"

   "Participate in this Lantern Festival operation, the werewolves may attack China Town." Pomona stood up, "If you can survive, I have other tasks for you."

   "Is this a Call of Duty?"

   "Sure." Pomona smiled easily. "War is easier than peace."

   "May I know what the next task is?"

"Coordinating the conflict between the Roseville Real Estate Company and the residents of Chinatown. I don't want that place to continue to mess up." She patted him on the shoulder. "You can ask your father and grandpa for their opinions, luck is always out. time."

   "I can apparate, deliberately split a thumb, so that bad luck can be reversed." He said nonsense.

   "Good luck, wizard." Pomona said with a smile, apparating in front of him.

  Sometimes the victory of human kindness is often greater than the victory of an idea.

  The indoctrination of a kind of consciousness is often irreversible, similar to the idea of ​​** in Germany and consumerism in the United States. People cannot change things, but things change people. But some people change something, and Roosevelt did it.

  He is talking about a very simple truth, everyone understands it, but sometimes people are easy to enter the "pouring milk" thinking mode.

  I can't even feel cruelty. How much humanity is left in that person. He has been enchanted. He can only calculate money in his mind. Apart from the primitive instinct, there are only endless desires, and he can't even feel what normal reason is like.

  As said in Infernal Affairs, life shouldn’t be like this, and the world shouldn’t be like this.

When she appeared again, she came to Privet Road, the house where Harry used to live when he was a child, now it is empty, there is no one inside, but here she can feel calm, like an angel is there Guard her.

  Lily’s protection spell has protected Harry for 17 years. She can feel the soft rhythm. She is safe in this place.

  Some people say, woman, your name is not the weak, you can also deal with the world sturdily.

  But that means abandoning the kindness and kindness in the heart. Wu Zetian was once a meek and well-behaved girl, but look at what the world has turned her into?

Normal people want a gentle mother, not as cold and ruthless as she is. When she kills the nobles, she is not merciless at all, but Li Zhi pretends to be weak and hides behind her. He has left benevolence and weakness in history. His reputation seems to be a little better than that of a tyrant.

  The good guys are the fathers, and the bad guys are the mothers. Of course, children like their fathers more than their mothers.

  Wu Zetian was also very extravagant when he was queen. When Emperor Ming Tang became the king, he burned all the luxurious things left by the previous dynasty, just like George III.

  He had better luck than Louis XVI, it was not that he was hard to come back with all the bad things, but unfortunately he was not good at the later stage. The Anshi Rebellion is not only a turning point in the Tang Dynasty, but also a turning point in Chinese history. The sinicization that has been expanding ends here. The aggressiveness of men is gone, the bloodliness is gone, the tolerance is reduced, and the horizons have become increasingly narrow and cramped. The kind of striving spirit and vitality of the Tang Dynasty.

  Instead of being so half-dead alive, it's better to just die, but Wu Zetian is a woman.

  In the end, she chose to be buried with Li Zhi as a queen.

Li Chunfeng told Li Shimin that this woman became the emperor 40 years later. At that time, she was also old and would be kinder. If she was killed, there would be someone more powerful and ferocious than a woman surnamed Wu. In terms of cruelty, a woman would still be Can't compare to a man, even if she was crazy at that time.

   Fortunately, witches have magic wands that can fight like men, but Lily abandoned it. Does she consider herself a Muggle or a witch?

   "It's sad, why are we women?" Pomona whispered, no one answered her, only the wind whizzing through the window made a crying sound, as if laughing at her.

  (End of this chapter)