Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2939 Can't ride the wind (6)

  In a room where you can see the Yulian Fountain, a group of children are competing in poetry recitation.

   It can be seen that they performed very seriously, but no one really cared about their performance except the parents of the children. After all, no matter how deep the child pretended to be, he could not really understand Macbeth.

   "What do you think?" asked Richard Edgeworth.

   "Very good." Georgiana said heavily. It just so happened that a child's performance came to an end. She applauded with the others, but her mind was elsewhere.

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Phoebe joined the frog chorus, that dark dungeon actually has a great echo effect, no one noticed it before, after the semester started, many people heard the mermaid singing echoing in the lounge, with this music, you need Is it a gramophone?

   "Why is it black?" Pomona said, looking at the renovated walls of the dungeon.

   "The designer told me so." Isabella Sidney said.

   "You should fire him," Pomona said, leaning closer to the wall, and she caught a whiff of wine.

   "This is the paint he made according to the Ten Books of Architecture." Isabella said, "My father ordered it from France."

   "Wine lees?" Pomona asked.

  Isabella nodded, "And it's from a Bordeaux winery."

  Damn rich people.

   Pomona groaned, no longer commenting on the dark wall.

  In fact, wine lees can also be squeezed once to make brandy. Although the taste is a little worse than that of directly brewed brandy, I am afraid that only those who were "thirsty" during the Prohibition would drink it.

   There is still a lot of extractable pigment in the lees, which means that these seemingly dark walls are actually a deep purple.

Vitruvius said that if it is made of good quality wine lees, it can also imitate Indian blue, but this process is quite complicated. It is widely used in steam baths. The walls of the dungeon are very damp, which is just a bit like a steam bath, except for the water barrier. In addition, it can produce a fragrant wine aroma, which was used by Roman nobles for pleasure.

   "You know this paint?" Isabella asked.

   "How about we put up some murals or something?" Pomona asked.

   "I don't think it's necessary, anyway, no one will come." Isabella said coldly.

   “You have to give them a little time to adjust,” Pomona said.

   "What do you want to decorate?" Isabella asked.

   "I'm thinking whether to choose the solar system or the constellation map." Pomona mused, "It just coincides with the starry sky of the day."

   "Wow, this is really refreshing." Isabella said slightly shocked.

   "I have a question, what's the purpose of having a telescope by the window of your lounge?" Pomona asked, "You can't see the stars."

  Isabella was left speechless by the question.

   "So, it was just a show?" Pomona asked.

   "Maybe." Isabella said perfunctorily.

  Pomona stopped asking her.

It may be that Delphi was still the "center of the earth". Vitruvius believed that because the climate in the north is cold, the brain is like a frozen snake. It needs a warm climate to be active, so "southerners" are smarter. .

  Some things are deeply rooted. Now I think many children from pure-blood families are named after constellations. Compared with decoration, what this place needs most is lighting.

  She told Isabella to set up some braziers first, which would bring both light and heat, and make this cold dungeon slightly warmer, if they really planned to invite living people to their party.

   Then they returned to the ground.

  The news that Gerald Rohart is coming to the celestial dance has excited many of his admirers, as if everything is a foregone conclusion.

   "Do you like Rohart?" Pomona asked Isabella.

   "I don't have time to read idle books." Isabella said, "I have a lot of courses to make up."

   "Do you speak French?" Pomona asked.

"know a little."

   "What do you mean by Repères?" asked Pomona.

   "Positioning?" Isabella said.

  Pomona looked at Isabella in surprise.

   "My dad likes French and philosophy, he taught me." Isabella said.

  Pomona didn't know whether to invite Isabella to the fat monk's class, after all, she didn't ask him.

   Fortunately, the auditorium will arrive soon, and it is time to eat, and you can smell the aroma of food and the loud voices of people from a long distance away.

  They entered the open double doors one after the other.

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   "Do you think knowledge can bring honor and respect as before? Sir." Miss Lamont asked.

  Georgianna glanced back, probably because Elizabeth also lacked interest in poetry recitation, and chatted with the architect Mott next to her.

   "Of course." Mott raised his tone and said, "Who would deny this fact? There are many French academicians among the current members."

"I mean, instead of appointing any eminent office, but when there is a debate between the two sides, one side always expresses an opposing opinion, so that both sides will inevitably get into trouble, and no matter which side he belongs to, he will always be in trouble first or later. corner," said Miss Lamont, "unless he is shrewd enough to vary his views as the larger and stronger party changes point of view and pace."

   "Then such a person is just a sensationalist." Mott smiled a little arrogantly.

"I have met some people who, in order to avoid trouble, did not argue with other people about any issues, especially after they obtained honor and eminence, what learning brought them was no longer honor and respect, but trouble, Loss and distress," Lamont said.

   "Because they're afraid they're wrong? Like the wave that argued with Galileo?"

   "That's not what you told me just now." Miss Lamont smiled and said, "Who would deny the fact that knowledge brings honor and respect?"

  Mott thought it was funny, Georgiana didn't think so.

   "Just chatting." Richard whispered in her ear "You don't need to worry too much."

   "I don't care about it." Georgiana said indifferently.

   "It's written all over your face," Richard said.

  She almost touched her face.

  Because she is used to living without a mask, she has almost forgotten how to wear a mask.

  And the self who was so happy that he needed to drink heartworm honey to calm down because of the dog sled ride.

   On the way to Venice, she was bouncing up and down on the bed of the train, and Severus watched her bouncing around without stopping.

  Probably because dog sledding is public, while train suites are private.

  “One of the benefits of being a parent is that you can live your childhood again.” Georgiana said, “You can buy toys you like, and then use it as an excuse to buy toys for your children.”

  Richard looked at her in surprise.

   "Then we will find that we used to be happy for such small things." She sighed, looking at the children with serious faces and pretending to be sad, "and worrying about such small things."

   "The past belongs to memory, the future belongs to fantasy, and we live in the present." Richard said. "What do you think, Georgiana?"

  She looks at Richard.

   "That's what I improvised," he said lightly.

   "Not everyone lives in the present." Georgiana said, "Some live in the past, and some live in the future."

   "Let's go to the next hall, before anyone protests." Richard said.

  Georgianna made no objections, and left the room where the poem was recited with him.

  (end of this chapter)