Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2922 The language of butterflies (12)

  In the vast universe, even a star many times larger than the sun, its light will look like a small point after reaching a few light-years away.

Assuming that the light source is a point, it radiates light outwards. When the light of the candle passes through the convex lens, it is focused and becomes a point, and then radiates outwards with this point, forming the real "reality" of light .

The mirror is a plane reflection without focusing process. Although it looks the same size as the image outside the mirror, it can’t be enlarged and shrunk like the reality, but if the candle outside the mirror changes from a point to a surface, the virtual image in the mirror A candle is a point where the faces converge.

   On the surface, it might seem easy to swap two points.

  Pomona seemed to see Sirius Black, a man named after the darkest, the brightest star, he was so shining.

  Pomona looked down at the Batman comic in her hand, which turned into Superman's Crisis in the Infinite Universe.

  Bruno said that due to the lack of human perception, the perception of the boundary of the universe is opposite to the reality, and the "world" is not equal to the "universe", and the "universe" is not equal to the "world".

   Perhaps the death of stars is not so common, but the destruction of planets is very common, Krypton is just one of them, and the earth is just one of them.

  For the vast majority of people, they don't know that Krypton is destroyed, although they know that Superman exists.

  Superman's strength comes from the gravity of Krypton several times that of the earth, just like humans can jump very high by simply jumping on the moon.

  The mass of the earth is much greater than that of the moon, and the mass of Jupiter is also much greater than that of the earth, but its gravity is more than twice that of the earth.

  Krypton is much bigger than the earth, why are there humanoids with the same height as humans? Shouldn't living things evolve to adapt to the gravity there?

  She heard the sound of chains slamming, not unusual to hear in a prison.

  However, after careful identification, she found that this prison was not Azkaban.

   "The universe is infinite." A feeble voice said "not expanding finite."

   "Who are you?" Pomona asked.

   "I'm not a fighter, I'm a philosopher."

   "You can't change the world, and the millennium won't come the way you think it will." A man says "This is your last chance."

   Laughter came from a feeble voice.

   "You and your superficial group will pay the price, you are like leeches, with one heart, one stomach, one esophagus and one mouth, throwing an innocuous feast."

  Pomona felt the subject was so scary that she wanted to leave the place.

   "He pleaded guilty," a man said in French, "but he also overturned all his testimony."

   "They went to court 17 times, for seven years." Another man said "He probably wanted to live..."

   "What are you talking about?" she asked.

   The two stopped talking and bowed towards her.

   "Bruno's trial record." The two said to her together. "We never thought it would be like this."

  She took over the manuscript translated by the two. In April 1599, Bruno almost admitted his guilt, but on the day of the trial on September 16, he suddenly firmly defended his previous mistakes.

   For people in the 20th century, the millennium is the year 2000, but before that, almost every end of the century will produce the prophecy of the end of the world.

   "Are all the originals here?" she asked.

   "No, there are others." One person said "the record of the 17 trials will not be just that little."

   "Bring them all," she said.

   "What are you going to do with it?" asked another.

  She didn't answer.

   These materials need to be properly housed, especially in this day and age.

   “We can’t make this public.”

  She looked up and found a middle-aged man walking over.

   "Why are you here?" She put down the manuscript.

   "Come and see." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You seem to have a good time."

  She thought it was very interesting, because she discovered a lot of things that she didn't know before.

   But she still felt a little sad.

   "Are you homesick?" the middle-aged man asked.

  She felt more distressed.

  The scene in front of her flew away, and she returned to the house where she used to live in seclusion, but it was severely damaged, as if it had encountered some kind of attack.

  She strokes her belly, which is flat but has nothing in it.

   "I have no home," she whispered.

   As soon as her words fell, laughter came from her ears, so distant that it seemed to be some kind of memory.

   Nobody cares about stray cats in boxes, no matter how miserable their meows are.

  A person's voice is also small, let alone the entire universe, it may not be heard two hundred meters away.

  How could it be like a butterfly flapping its wings, creating a storm? Even if she is as diligent as a hummingbird.

   "Then treat this as your own home, Georgiana." Denon, the curator of the Louvre, said with a smile, "We are your new family."

   She looked in the mirror, and it was like a wall, blocking her way back, even though it was only leading to a dilapidated house.

   "Come with me." Denon said, took her hand and left the mirror, and came to the magnificent palace.

   There was thunderous applause around her, and she became the focus of everyone's attention.

  At this time, a man in a red coat came towards her. He was not tall, with a gorgeous saber hanging from his waist, inlaid with a regent diamond.

   "Welcome home." He said with a smile, squeezed her hand, and faced everyone.

   Oh, Rose, you are sick.

   That invisible worm,

   Flying in the night,

   In the howling storm.

   found your bed,

   Drenched in scarlet joy,

   His black secret love,

   ruined your life.

  That seemingly insignificant point may contain a galaxy or a world, and it is not so easy to move.

   It's like the world under a microscope.

  She smiled cooperatively, although she felt the rose's thorns almost pierced her heart.

   But so what? Butterflies will die in the fall, their wings flapping all their lives without blowing the breeze.

"If I can't influence the gods in the sky, I will stir up the river of hell." The person beside her said, "When the line of sight is blocked by a high wall or a mountain, use fantasy to break through this prison, and you can go where you want freely anywhere."

  She really wanted to laugh at him like she did when she met Thales' maid.

   "Yes, the first ruler." She smiled and said, "You are right."

  The Italian squall smiled nonchalantly, and looked at the crowd talking again, as if all this was true.

  (end of this chapter)