Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2933 The Burning Wasteland (7)

  The window of the snake-shaped beast is very huge, as high as three or four floors. The bottom, that is, the green man as the root cannot be seen inside the building, but can only be seen outside the transformation courtyard.

Usually no one pays attention to it at all, but now it is raining, and the raindrops slapping on the window makes a crisp sound. This kind of weather is very suitable for falling asleep. Only those who really love the sport of Quidditch will play in the rain in this kind of weather For the race, Pomona wished someone had put a water and moisture repellant charm on his glasses.

   "You mean, scouts did it?" Pomona asked.

  Severus took a sip of shrunken fig juice and shook his head in a good mood.

   "It was because of the scout that he was cursed. The scout will not come in today's weather, so you don't have to worry."

  Her mood is very complicated.

  Gryffindor's substitute Seeker is just in seventh grade this year, and he really needs this opportunity more urgently than Charlie.

   "But he set someone up," Pomona said.

   "Just a 'joke'." Severus said calmly, taking another sip of shrunken fig juice "just like Black and Potter used to do."

  Pomona noticed that the positions of "Potter" and "Black" had been swapped.

   "What are you doing?" He said as if he hadn't noticed.

   She lowered her head and shook her head.

   "Are you ashamed?" He asked in a steady tone.

   "A little bit," she said.

   Then he lifted her chin, causing her to lift her head up and meet his eyes.

  He examined her, as if to pierce her soul.

   After looking at each other for a while, she averted her eyes.

   "Drink it." He handed the juice he had just drank to her mouth.

   She took it and drank it, not only drank it, but drank it all.

  He flashes a smug, evil smile.

   "What are you doing?" she asked ferociously.

   "You know exactly what I mean."

   She holds the empty bottle and looks at him again.

  He bent over, bringing his face so close that his nose almost touched hers.

   "You're scared, but it's too obvious. Is this what you call control?"

   "What have I to be afraid of?" She asked unconvinced.

   "We'll have a chance to talk again soon, or do you want me to send you back?"

   "I can go back by myself." She said blankly.

   "You and your teacher are the same." He said in a contemptuous tone, and then walked away without looking back.

  When she was alone in this hall, she realized how empty it was, and how terrifying those animal bones looked.

  Before she left, she glanced at the skeleton of the Bu bird.

  Maybe we need a lucky child to lead us on this slippery road of fate because we lack a little luck, but before that he needs to experience misfortune.

   It's not that she's partial, it's just that she thinks it's easier to educate boys than girls...

  She no longer looked at the Bu bird, turned and left.

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  According to the Belgian Charter of 1356, citizens can form a militia to protect freedom, but most of the time it is dying, until Joseph II frequently promulgates laws and interferes in assembly activities, which leads to the Brabantine uprising.

   When Emperor Leopold ruled, in order to gain the support of the Belgians, he allowed Belgium to restore the constitution of the 15th and 16th centuries. This time, Georgiana asked the judge to release the rioters arrested by the police, and most of them expressed their anger.

   That is to say, although they are dissatisfied, they are not to the point of "deeply hated", and they should do what they should do after they are released from prison.

   What really annoys are the robbers, although they are currently locked up in the barracks and will be tried sooner or later. Because they are deserters, they can go to court-martial, and because they have committed vicious criminal cases, which belong to local cases, there are many people who want to tear them into pieces. But Georgiana promised to spare them from death, so they surrendered.

   As for this kind of problem, of course it is up to the judge to consider it. Just as Georgiana proposed to go to the museum, someone immediately arranged for it, and she can start if it snows.

  Walking on the way, she saw a huge advertisement in a theater. A group of people were performing the "Pyramid in Human Shape".

  She was simply bored, stopped the convoy, and went to watch sideshows.

  It was so lively inside that they couldn't feel the cold outside at all. The audience all stretched their necks, trying to look over the heads of the people in front to see more clearly.

  The main character is a tall, agile, handsome man who does a few somersaults on stage like a gymnast, and then invites his female assistants on stage, all of whom look lithe.

But no matter how light a woman is, the combined weight of nine girls is not something ordinary people can bear, but the "gymnast" on the stage has three left hands, three right hands, and three standing on the back, holding nine girls together. Hold it up.

  At first, she thought that the performance would end like this, but she didn't expect that the "gymnast" invited the audience to cooperate. Of course, he invited a petite girl.

  Most of the female audience refused, but two of them came on stage. When the atmosphere in the arena was hot, the "gymnast" suddenly pointed at Georgiana.

   "That honorable lady over there, would you like to join?"

  Everyone looked at her, and she felt very angry for a moment, but it was impossible to turn around and leave.

   "Let me do it." A maid said, walked to the stage, finished the show with "Hercules", and he actually completed the "Pyramid" with 12 people on his back.

   This strength alone has surpassed ordinary people, not to mention that he is still very flexible.

  Georgianna asked someone to write down his name, maybe he would be useful in the future, and then turned and left while the other audience was concentrating on the performance.

  Once there are too many people, there will be a strong smell when they gather together. The upper class is a mixture of hundreds of high-end perfumes. This theater is full of "human smell".

   After re-boarding the carriage, the convoy started moving again, and the real "street view" outside the car window appeared in front of her.

   Compared with starving and freezing in the street, these people can live in a warm house and have something to eat. Love is a luxury for them.

  Rural conscription took all the men away, resulting in more women than men.

   When she scoffs at Mrs. de Stael for not wanting a loveless marriage, what about herself?

  It’s okay for couples to look at the stars. Most people have to run around for their lives. What’s the use of learning from those stars?

  When she herself felt very unlucky, she was actually very lucky in the eyes of others.

  She looked sullenly at the streets of Brussels, and seemed to see a "traveler" dressed differently from this era in a trance. He was holding a book in his hand and waving to her on the side of the road.

  The carriage shook so badly that she couldn't read the words on the cover, but she recognized the pattern, which was the rose window of Notre Dame de Paris. But around the next street corner, he disappeared.

  If there is a time traveler who came from the "future" to the "past", what is the "luggage" he carries?

  Maybe there is nothing but "useless knowledge" in the mind, but the reality is that people often rely on other things.

   So, does time travel really exist?

  (end of this chapter)