Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2915 The Language of Butterflies (5)

There was once such a difficult problem. A group of children were playing on the side of the railroad tracks. Nine of them chose to play on a new railroad track that had just been repaired, and another child was playing on an old abandoned railroad track. At this time, a train was driving fast. Come on, what choice should the driver make.

In 1975, the passengers on the train did not make choices like the interviewers who sat in the office and faced the interviewer. The high-speed train did not give them so much time to think. Although it was daytime, the train drove into the tunnel. There was no light other than the lights in the subway.

Everything happened so suddenly, it first hit the Marsh Gate platform where it was supposed to be docked, then rushed into the end of the tunnel under inertia, and hit the wall, the derailed rear compartment hit the platform that was already parked subway, killing 43 people.

  Even if the passengers want to rush into the cab and "press the brakes", it won't work, because the train cab is not like a car with "brakes" that can be stepped on.

  Looking at the "assortment of joysticks" on the console, which one is the brake?

  As a result of the accident, 19 cul-de-sacs on the London Underground have been fitted with guards that stop trains if the driver is unable to brake.

The sound when the train braked was very harsh. What's more, according to the investigation after the incident, the train did not slow down at all, and the passengers waiting in the station could clearly see that the driver in the driver's seat was sitting upright and his eyes were fixed. Looking forward, it doesn't look like a heart attack at all.

After four days of excavation, the driver was found with his hands still firmly on the control lever, and he did not instinctively lift it up to cover his face. That is to say, the driver appeared to be conscious and drove the train into platform.

The driver had 270 pounds in his coat pocket, which he intended to give to his daughter when he left shift, and then the forensic doctor performed an autopsy and found that the driver's brain had deteriorated after death, which may have caused him to temporarily lose his memory. There was no record of Alzheimer's disease or akinetic mutism.

  The case ended with the driver mistaking the platform and mistaking the terminal Moorgate for the closed Essex station. The person who caused the accident was Mulburn, who was good at the Imperius Curse. He was only in the fifth grade at the time. Because of this incident, the mysterious man gave him the Dark Mark, which was on the left side just like Severus' Dark Mark. on the arm.

  Pomona didn't like the mark, it was ugly. There are no cameras on the London Underground either, but at least it's not like Gotham's subway, where the fluorescent lights flicker on and off unless the power system fails.

  The fire in the subway elevator this time may be due to the aging circuit, or it may be a randomly discarded cigarette butt. The Tube is as essential to London as the Queen, theatres, pubs and red telephone boxes. According to Albus himself, he has a London Underground scar on his knees, although no one has seen it, and unless he rolls up his trouser legs, no one can make Dumbledore take off his terrible star robe. What?

  The subway is not like a long-distance train. It is a short-distance train. It will arrive at a station every few minutes. At that time, the doors will open, and passengers will rush in, squeezing the carriages like sardine cans, and the air will become very turbid. This is already very unpleasant, but it is even more unbearable if the passengers around you have a bad smell or move around.

  Especially in summer, Monroe once wore a white skirt and stood at the outlet of the subway, waiting for the subway to cool off. Even though the heat wave of 1976 was difficult to encounter, the London Underground without refrigeration system was hot as hell. Refrigeration systems were only popularized in the second half of the 20th century. There was no space reserved for them in the 19th century, and the weather at that time was not as hot as it is now. It would be an extremely large, time-consuming and expensive project to expand.

  Although the refrigeration system also has the function of exchanging air, if it is not designed properly, it is very likely to produce a "chimney effect", which will allow the fire to spread quickly.

  Combustion consumes oxygen, which is needed for human breathing. Although there are still people who are being rescued in the hospital, people have spontaneously gathered near the subway entrance where the accident occurred, offering flowers to the victims and mourning the loss of life.

  Sometimes people don’t need to express their feelings exactly as theologians and philosophers say, entangled in right and wrong.

   "I'm having a bad day," Pomona whispered against Severus' chest.

  He smelled burnt, and she didn't like it either.

   "Then don't mention it." He said listlessly.

   “I thought friends could confide in each other,” says Pomona.

   "I want to be quiet for a while." He said coldly.

  So she stopped talking.

   "What were you thinking?" he asked after a while.

   "Pudding."

   He laughed "Pudin?"

   Otherwise, what do you say? On why did God create the world?

   "I want to eat pudding." She said softly.

   "Didn't you eat at the dinner party?" He said in a good mood.

  She raised her head and looked at him fiercely.

   It took him two or three seconds to react.

   "I don't want to eat." He said a little coldly, "I want to forget about those."

"What?"

   "I didn't have a barbecue tonight."

  When he said this, Pomona also felt his stomach churn.

   "Can you help me?" he said softly.

  She was about to take out her wand.

   "Not this." He stopped, "Use your 'talent'."

   "I haven't used it on anyone." She said in a daze.

   "Come on." He said with his eyes closed.

  She didn't know what to do.

   Or rather, Albus managed to make her a human, just as he managed to make Remus a non-bloodthirsty werewolf.

  So she burst into tears, and Severus kissed her tears away, then hugged her tightly, like they were back in XZ's cave again.

  The sound of the watch turning is clearly audible, as if witnessing the passage of time.

   She watched the gold nails rest on the black fabric, and Minerva's Pomona polish looked like gold, but the color was actually more Gryffindor gold than yellow.

   Gold is not much different from yellow in terms of saturation of the color, but that may be because gold has a golden sheen that khaki does not.

  Gold is used to decorate the coffin of the pharaoh, the walls of the Taj Mahal, medieval anthologies, frescoes in churches, palaces of kings, and even some people weave gold threads into fabrics to show luxury and authority.

   "You told him that sympathy should uphold justice?" Severus said after a long time.

   "Worrying for the suffering person, I want him to be relieved." Pomona said softly, "Worrying about the critical person, I want to save his life."

   "Sounds contradictory," he said.

   “It does,” Pomona said. “My soul is always being pulled.”

   "Painful?" he asked.

   "Not now." She said in a daze, "Can you be here tonight?"

  He didn't speak.

   "I slept peacefully while you were guarding outside." She continued.

   "Then I want a bigger sofa."

   She should let go at this time, but she hugged him even tighter.

  Swamp is easy to think of "deep in it", "mud", but a swamp can also be full of flowers.

   "Class is going to be tomorrow." He said helplessly, "The vacation is over."

   "No!" She said willfully.

   "You don't have any summer homework."

  She let go of her hand, and asked back with her hips inserted.

   "Do you think I'm a child?"

   "Otherwise you have to prove that you are an adult?" He asked mockingly.

  She just wanted to say that she wanted to prove it to him, but he laughed mockingly and stepped aside, using his magic wand to make the sofa bigger.

   "Good night." He said lying on the sofa.

  Pomona stared at him for a while, then returned to her bedroom, which still smelled of insecticide.

She thought she was going to sleep badly that night, but she didn't sleep well except for one dream in which she was sprawled on a chair and a "goth" tattooist had tattooed her back. The tattoo, it looks like a black wing, but it's only half tattooed, it looks like a one-winged bird.

  (end of this chapter)