Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2920 The Language of Butterflies (10)

   "Come on man, grab it."

  James yelled, throwing a Snitch at Harry in the pram.

  Harry was very excited, patting the siderail of the stroller with his small hands, and seemed to want to stand up and grab the shiny thing, but his godfather Sirius Black got there first.

   "Stop playing!" Minerva warned the two of them, "Pack up your things!"

   "Yes, Minerva," James replied foolishly, before playing catch with Sirius again.

   "When you get to a new place, I don't care if you don't have a change of clothes." Pomona said.

   "You don't have to worry about that." Sirius said with a playful smile, "I don't live with them."

   "So I'm married." James said indifferently.

   "Married and divorced!" Pomona yelled.

   They both hissed at her together.

  Pomona looked at the three of them and felt that it was futile to expect them to look a little bit grown-up, so she walked to the next door, where Peter Petitlou was packing the tableware.

   "Don't bring so many," Pomona said. "It's not a party."

   "But Lily said they would all be taken away," Peter said.

  Pomona is in the living room again, and Lily is packing the photos.

   "You are going to seek refuge, not move. What are you doing with so much luggage?" Pomona asked.

   Lily was taken aback and threw the photo album into the packing box.

   "We don't know how long it will take to go, just in case." Lily said.

  Pomona looked at the photo in Lily's hand, which was taken when she and Severus were children, when they were only 11 or 12 years old.

   "You got that picture on the wall?" Pomona asked.

   "What photo?" Lily said nonchalantly.

   "Mrs. Potter," said Mary McKinnon, "are all these children's toys packed?"

   "Of course." Lily said "That's Harry's favorite."

  Mary McKinnon complained as she walked, "It's time to use the space expansion spell again."

  Pomona looked at Lily again, Mrs. Potter was concentrating on putting the family photo album into the suitcase.

   "At least Harry still has toys to play with." Mrs. Potter said, "Did you know Dumbledore had an aunt?"

   "Bathilda Shabbat, she's a historian," Pomona said.

   "When we get to a new place, she is the only one who can chat nearby." Lily complained.

   "Don't tell me too much," Pomona said. "Your new address is top secret."

   "I don't like living in hiding." Lily said angrily, "Be careful what you say."

   "What's the matter?" James ran over and asked.

   "Talking about Dumbledore's aunt? How old do you think she is?" Pomona asked James.

   "I don't know, how old do you think she is, Sirius." James asked.

   "Ask the owner of the antique shop." Sirius said.

   "Help pack your luggage!" Minerva yelled again.

   "Here we come." James said, planning to help Lily pack the photo album.

   "You go to McKinnon's, they are picking up Harry's toys." Pomona said, "If there are some unnecessary ones, don't take them!"

   "Come on, James, it's much more interesting over there," Sirius said.

   Then James and Sirius left together.

  Pomona looked back at Lily, and Lily also looked at her silently.

  She left the room without saying anything.

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  Pomona smokes in the office. She hasn't smoked in years, but now she is very upset.

  Although the poet understands women well, it is the woman who understands women best, and she doesn't know what to say when Phoebe comes.

   Phoebe only went out once with a Slytherin boy, although her sister would love to go to Hogsmeade with her.

  Generally speaking, Hufflepuff’s boys and girls have a relationship, and she doesn’t care about it. According to “experience”, the more they are stopped, the more they feel that this is a test of their love.

  This is another cruelty of time. Life is a lot of repetitions. Every day you eat at a fixed time, go to bed at a fixed time, get up at a fixed time, and go to work at a fixed time. Almost everything is similar, and it is difficult to have a new experience. Even if you change your relationship partner, it is nothing more than repeating the process of the previous relationship.

   Those once exciting moments, because they have already been experienced, become no longer fresh.

  Bland happiness is easy to be boring, which makes people yearn for "adventure". This is a problem that almost every couple has to face.

  The purpose of learning magic is for dueling. As long as it is not too vicious, it can be sent to the medical wing for treatment.

   But Phoebe's situation is different...

  Pomona is struggling, and Minerva arrives at the office, looking equally unimpressed.

   "How is it?" Pomona asked routinely.

   "That female Muggle, she didn't cry, even though her sister was lying in the grave." Minerva said wearily, "But she is not untouched."

   "Where's Harry?" Pomona asked.

   "He was puzzled. The woman was still lying to him, saying that the flowers were blown by the wind."

   "Did he believe it?" Pomona asked.

   "Of course not, those flowers have greeting cards on them, with Lily and James' names on them," Minerva said.

  Pomona breathed a sigh of relief, if the savior of the wizarding world is a child who believes everything adults say...

   "Albus thinks they can go ahead and adopt Harry, what do you think?" Minerva asked.

"If the ugly duckling grows up among the swans, he may not be attacked because everyone knows he is young, but when he grows up, his neck is not as long as other swans, or he does not meet the expectations of other swans. , is also an injury," Pomona said.

   "You're rooting for Albus anyway," Minerva grumbled, about to leave.

   "I have a problem right now." Pomona told Minerva about Phoebe's problem. "Should I step in or what?"

   "Even children have their own privacy. You didn't care about it before, but now you suddenly care about it..."

   "I know, but I don't think it's a good idea to date a pureblood boy."

   "You now know that Ben Cooper and Barnabi are more interesting friends than Lee," Minerva said. "And besides, there are no Death Eaters in the Greengrass family, while Mr. and Mrs. Lee are."

  Pomona was silent.

   "I didn't interfere with their friendships, so I would advise you not to," Minerva said.

  Pomona was persuaded, even though she didn't want Phoebe to get hurt again.

  When Minerva closed the door, she suddenly remembered something and took a book from the shelf.

   Gold is rare and Solomon used it to build his temple. But because it was too expensive, people came up with a way to replace it. There is a pigment called orpiment, which was used to decorate Tutankhamun's tomb murals. The ancient Romans also called it auripigmentum, which means gold. Emperor Caligula smelted large quantities of orpiment in an attempt to extract gold from it, but this proved impossible.

Some pigments are ground into powder with rocks, such as the cyanite used to paint the blue coat for the Virgin, and some need to be purchased from alchemists and pharmacists, and sometimes unscrupulous vendors will be encountered. Fades or reacts with other colors and canvases.

   Cinnabar red was once expensive, comparable to gold. If the jars storing cinnabar red were not sealed properly, highly toxic mercury vapor would be released, but it was also because of this that Venice obtained the method of making mirrors.

   "Is that what you mean by paint, memory, and love that death cannot touch? Albus." Pomona said softly.

  It's a pity that all of this is just talking to herself.

   "Barnaby Lee, Ben Cooper." She muttered as she put the book back on the shelf, as if it was time for her to call Liz back.

   Just then there was another knock on the door.

   "Come in," she said, and the office door was pushed open.

  (end of this chapter)