Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2962 Flower color and fruity fragrance

  When the fisherman casts his net, he will regularly look forward to returning with a full load.

  But when a net is cast down, the catch is very little, not even a single fish. At this time, he has two choices, either to go back, or go fishing in the deep sea farther away, where others will not go. There may be more fish there, but it also means a greater risk on the way back.

   There are no penguins in the North Pole. In fact, there used to be penguins there. Like the penguins in the Antarctic, they will huddle together in the howling polar wind and rely on each other's body heat to keep warm. It was only due to long-term hunting and indiscriminate killing that the Arctic penguins became extinct. Most of these penguins captured by humans are parents, who have the responsibility of raising children. If no penguins return with their catch, the young birds will die of hunger.

After Georgiana woke up, the carriage arrived near Dudden Forest, where there was a castle originally built by the Spaniards when they ruled the Netherlands. It was called Leal, and it was later bought by a Belgian. Now donate it as a new orphanage.

   Its interior is a bit in disrepair, the murals on the walls have been mottled and faded, but at least there is no rain leakage, wooden floors are laid on the ground, and there is a piano in the corner.

   "Looks good, what do you think, Georgiana?" Richard said after looking around, his voice echoing in the empty space.

   Georgiana didn't make a sound.

  She remembered the arrangement that the mysterious man made for the people who followed him. If they died, there would be a sum of money and a family to raise their children, and they would not be sent to the orphanage.

Those who come from orphanages are particularly aware of what kind of place an orphanage is. Although the Wood Orphanage where Tom once stayed is not bad, it is not like the orphanages of the 18th and 19th centuries. In order to support themselves, the children have to go to the factory to spin yarn.

  At the beginning, children who leave home to study at Hogwarts will feel very fresh and free, but when the momentum passes, they will start to miss home.

  Of course the abandoned people will not be taken care of, even if they freeze to death on the street like a little match girl.

  At least Tom didn't abandon himself.

   "Georgiana?" Richard asked.

   "It's a shelter from the wind and rain." She said without emotion.

   But not home.

   she thought.

   "This is a castle." Alex Hunt said.

   "You think you won't be lonely if you live in a castle?" asked Mary Edgeworth.

  Alex smiled and did not refute Mary.

   Maybe, You-Know-Who didn't take revenge on those who offended him, but what about his father, Tom Riddle Sr.?

  Georgiana walked to the corner piano, lifted the lid, and pressed a key, which made a transposed tremolo.

  Tom used to be proud of his status as a wizard. He didn't experience Oedipus, he directly fast-forwarded to hating his father, and killed his father's family, and even blamed his uncle.

  Revenge or die together like Hamlet or self-preservation like a cold-blooded killer. He calmly anticipated every situation he might encounter, but can this restore his lost glory?

  Tom accidentally told Regulus the secret about the Horcrux, and also told Severus, a "hybrid" like him, about his own thoughts.

   Voldemort has never had a heart of repentance, and if he had had this consideration, he would not have abused the Unforgivable Curse.

While he despises the lives and deaths of others, he is also afraid to face his own destiny, and dare not go up to check whether Harry Potter is really dead. Bloodthirsty things will become public enemies and monsters that bring glory to heroes. , such a person will not bring the so-called "future" to the wizarding world.

   "You look sad," said Miss Lamont. "What makes you so sad?"

   "An orphan," said Georgiana.

  Tom had a lot, good looks and a brilliant mind, which many people aspire to have.

   "Did he do something wrong?" asked Miss Lamont.

   "He's ruined himself," said Georgiana, taking her fingers off the keys. "He was once a man of promise."

   Then came the sound of footsteps, which sounded like boots on the wooden floor.

  She looked in that direction, and it was Saint-Hilaire and a young man who looked somewhat similar to him. They stood in front of her and bowed together.

   "I'm sorry, ma'am, to surprise you." said the curator.

   "It was an accident, you don't need to care about it." Georgiana said, looking at another visitor, "Who is this gentleman?"

   "This is my brother, Etienne, he is a botanist." said the curator, and the young man handed the book in his hands to Georgiana.

   "To you, the beautiful René Violet." Etienne said.

She thought it was very interesting, and took the book. It was a picture album, which was full of hand-painted flowers and fruits, but it was not an oil painting, but anatomical diagrams of plants, separating flowers, stems, leaves, fruits, etc. Like a textbook on botany.

   "Did you draw this?" Georgiana asked while turning the pages.

   "Yes, ma'am, we also worked together last year." Etienne said, "I also participated in the publication of your edible plant manual."

   Georgiana recalled a bit.

   "You don't remember me, because we haven't met, I was not in Paris." Étienne said with a smile.

   "He was quarantined at the pier with me, and we had just returned from Egypt." Jeffrey St. Hilaire said.

  At this time, she turned to a painting, which was very familiar, and it was printed in the booklet.

   "I remember you." Georgiana looked at Etienne "You are the artist who draws illustrations."

   Étienne smiled subtly.

   "It looks real, don't you think?" Georgiana showed the book to Miss Lamont and the Edgeworth family.

   "I seem to have smelled their fragrance." Richard said with a smile on his face.

   "What do you think, how about shoveling these murals and painting these?" Georgiana flipped through the plant paintings. "Compared to gods who don't know whether they exist, they can understand something that exists in this world."

   "Thank you soon." Jeff said to his brother.

   "Thank you, ma'am, thank you for giving me this opportunity." Etienne's face was rosy, and he seemed a little excited.

  She doesn't understand what's exciting about it, it's just painting plants on the walls of the orphanage.

   "When the harvest is ready next year, they don't have to just look at these fruits." Georgiana closed the book. "By the way, how about we set up a greenhouse outside?"

   "There is also a manual workshop to learn how to make a living." Richard said imaginatively.

  They continued to walk around the castle, thinking about improvements. As long as they had a fixed place, it seemed that they were not far away from realizing the ideas in their minds.

   "Speaking of the pier, I remembered it. Do you know Mr. Caulkerhorn?" Miss Lamont asked Richard.

   "Oh, I have," said Richard.

   "Who is Caulkerhorn?" Georgiana asked.

   "He is the founder of the Thames River Police Department, and the Shipping Association has also asked him to deal with security issues in dock warehouses." Miss Lamont said.

   "Then his job is not very good. Didn't the warehouse of Hope Bank burn down?" Jeffrey said with a hypocritical smile.

   Georgiana looks at Richard, who shrugs at her.

   "How about the lighting gas here?" Georgiana looked at the ceiling and said, as if she didn't hear the conversation between the two.

   No one will mention this matter again, what is wrong with talking about it, I have to talk about it.

  (end of this chapter)