Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2854 Hagrid's Holiday (4)

Compared with the daytime, most of the bees and butterflies that can pollinate the flowers have already rested, and the plants that bloom at night usually have a strong fragrance, because no matter how beautiful the flowers grow in the dark, they cannot be seen clearly. Come to attract passing insects and honey-eating bats for pollination.

   What's even more peculiar is that some plants will act like mirrors, feeding back the ultrasonic waves emitted by bats clearly and powerfully, allowing bats to precisely locate and seamlessly penetrate into flowers.

The long tongue of the bat stretches out like a spring, touching the nectaries of the flower buds, causing the anthers to burst from the keel, and the pollen will paint the bat golden. At this time, the bat's fur shows excellent ability to carry pollen. It can support dozens of bumblebees.

  The bell-shaped flowers help with echo reflection, which existed before humans made bells. That black fritillary flower isn't big enough for bats to fly in, but it's not just hummingbirds that hover, bats do too.

   The flapping of the wings will create a cool breeze, but unfortunately there are no windows in the cellar, and it is very hot in summer. She lifted the fabric covering her body to feel a little cool.

  However, not long after, she still felt very hot, and struggled uncomfortably, as if trying to get rid of the hotness.

  At this time, she thought of her pajamas. It was like grandma's. It didn't matter in winter, but it was too hot to wear in summer.

   It's better to buy a silk pajamas, she thought drowsily, and then felt much cooler, as if she really had a silk pajamas on her body.

  She turned over contentedly, and then fell into an embrace, her hot breath sprayed on her neck, as if she was leaning against a wall.

  When the opponent's hand slowly slid down her delicate back, she felt a little shuddering, and goosebumps stood on end.

  Then the hand rested on the waist, rubbed it lightly a few times in tranquility, and then a kiss fell, reminding her of the honey-eating bat just now.

  In fact, the eyes of bats are almost blind. It mainly relies on sound waves, but that doesn't mean it can't see anything.

  'He said he could see me. '

   This made her feel more satisfied than any love words.

  The clothes made a rustling sound, and she realized that he was wearing clothes. She really wanted to see what the muscles hidden under the clothes looked like.

   "I can give you what you want." She heard another person behind her say, "It is a kind of happiness to be able to give full play to your talents."

  She woke up suddenly, and the regular ringing of bells sounded like it came from the monastery.

   When she regained consciousness, she felt her lips hurt a little. Then she picked up the mirror and found a small hole.

  She actually didn't remember what happened after she passed out in the black sea of ​​flowers. She subconsciously looked at the clothes she was wearing and found that it had turned into a silk nightdress.

   That was subconsciously changed in her dream, because it was too hot...

   "Oh, Merlin." She covered her face, but felt her ears were red.

  She rolled around on the bed, trying to erase those shameful memories, but more images came to her mind.

  The bell is still ringing, once, twice, three times...

  She sat up, intending to continue her regular life, even though today was the first day of summer vacation.

  However, when her legs touched the ground, a powerful force rushed straight to her forehead.

  In the damp and dark dungeon, there was a dragon lying on the ground. At first she thought it was alive, but when she walked in, she found that it was carved from stone.

   It seemed to be protecting something. When she wanted to see what was hidden under its belly, the power disappeared, and she returned to her bedroom again.

  She looked at the ground under her feet. She didn't lay wooden floors or carpets, but the floor tiles of the castle itself.

   According to legend, this castle was built with ancient magic.

  She picked up the two-way mirror she had set aside.

   This time she didn't call his name, his face was already on the other side.

   "Is there a stone dragon in the dungeon?" Pomona asked.

   "Why are you asking that?" Severus asked.

   "Don't Disturb the Sleeping Dragon," she said softly, "Can you check out that sculpture?"

   "Okay, shall we go now?"

   "You've got a full day, we'll probably be back at night," Pomona said.

   "Remember the library I took you to last time? Meet there," Severus said.

"no problem."

   "See you then." After he finished speaking, he turned the mirror over.

  Pomona sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, then put on her slippers, and stood up slowly.

  She felt like an old man, tired and weak, but when she held on to the bedpost, another scene appeared.

   It was a cabinet, and it was in a cluttered corner with a portrait of a man next to it.

  Pomona remembered him. He seemed to be one of the drinking buddies of Violet and the Fat Lady, but because he was too fond of spreading rumors, he was moved from the big gallery to another place by a girl.

   "By the way, brandy." She whispered, and took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet, which was brought back by Albus from abroad. The plum flavor was gone, and the honey flavor was shared with her.

   She took a sip of wine before feeling a little better, and then silently recited that proverb.

  Be humble, for you are made of dust.

   Be noble, for you are from the stars.

   After drinking the wine in the glass, Pomona put down the glass, intending to send the rest of the brandy to Hagrid, which was his favorite.

  Actually, she should not blame the person who told the truth. He just revealed the essence of class oppression, which is reasonable, reasonable and legal.

   Otherwise, why would the feudal monarch engage in the divine right of kings?

   It is precisely because the power of the monarch comes from the gods, let him perform his obligations on behalf of the gods, and the people pay taxes according to what he said.

   If theocracy is overthrown, there will be no monarch.

   Probably from the 16th century to the 18th century, the publishing laws of England and France were very similar, because the king was responsible for the religious beliefs of his subjects.

   Now that the **** is gone and the king is gone, there is Rohart's adventure story, which is an autobiography, describing how he defeated the werewolf.

  Some people like to imitate people with a better fate than themselves too much. The destruction of such people can be said to be self-defeating.

   Cecil actually planned to imitate Rohart's method, using the transformation spell to temporarily restore the werewolf to human form, and then influence him not to be a wolf.

  He is part of the werewolf capture team, unlike Rohart who encountered a werewolf once in his life, he has to deal with it every month. Fortunately, he also knows that it is impossible to cast a spell on a werewolf's throat that Rohart said.

   After dawdling for more than half an hour, Pomona got dressed and went out.

  If it wasn’t for Lily’s reflection of the Avada Kedavra curse like a mirror, which wiped out the mysterious man, how could we be in a good time now? That kind of flower cannot be called Widowmaker.

  She remembered a French perfume called the Road to Hades, which exudes a charming smell, just like the death penalty chamber of macusa, which reveals the happiest memory of the person being executed, and makes people gradually die.

   Hope this name is not registered, because she found that she likes this name.

  (end of this chapter)