Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2982 The Secret of No Trace (14)

Gellert Grindelwald's wand is made of silver basswood, or partly because, according to himself, he took it from a twig from a lightning-struck log that had nearly all the wood in the middle burnt out All that was left was the bark.

   This wand was featured in Basilda Shabbat's book when he was just graduating from Durmstrang. His second wand, known to many as the "Elder Wand", was stolen from the wandmaker's home.

   He then took it to Godric's Hollow, looking for other Deathly Hallows, while he was staying at Basilda Shabbat's house. Because with the new wand, he didn't like to use the old wand so much, and then he showed the old wand to Albus Dumbledore, who was also a teenager, to make Albus believe what he said True, the Deathly Hallows is not a fairy tale.

  The character of that wand is like the character of Grindelwald, he is quiet most of the time, and he will read in the shade of the tree, looking for clues. But sometimes he would laugh like crazy, just that day, when Albus decided to leave the house with him, and Aberforth stopped him, he laughed like that, and that laughter still haunts Albus's head from time to time. appears.

   Then the former friends became enemies, and this incident was recorded on the chocolate frog's picture.

  Pomona came to the Forbidden Forest with a picnic basket. She originally wanted to go to Graplan's office, but she heard movement in Hagrid's residence, so she passed.

  Charlie was riding on the Hippogriff's back, trying to make it fly, but the gold necklace refused to fly no matter what, and even a little annoyed, wanted to peck Charlie on his back.

   "Stop, everyone stop, don't fight!" Hagrid tried to dissuade, but it seemed a bit useless.

  Pomona raised his wand, causing the pumpkin vine to grow rapidly, entangled the hippogriff's limbs, and Charlie had a chance to jump off the horse.

   "Don't turn your back on it!" Hagrid yelled "Turn around!"

  Charlie did so subconsciously. At this time, the gold necklace had already been lifted up by manpower, and the sharp claws were raised high.

  Pomona used several pumpkin vines to force the Hippogriff to put its claws down. It tried to break the pumpkin vines with its beak, but it found that it could regenerate continuously, so it stopped trying.

   It gradually quieted down, looking at Charlie who was standing there, Pomona couldn't tell from that face whether it was angry or not.

   "Now, bow," Hagrid said in a low voice.

   But Charlie didn't follow, his eyes were fixed on the hippogriff.

  In the end, the Hippogriff had the upper hand. It bowed first, and then Charlie bowed. After saluting, Charlie backed away slowly until the golden necklace turned his gaze away, and he strode towards the wall.

  Pomona remembered that at Christmas Hagrid was saying that it was almost time to fly, why hadn't it been flying for so long?

   "Are you all right by yourself?" Pomona asked Hagrid.

   "I'm fine, go see him." Hagrid said as he comforted the Hippogriff.

  Pomona walked up to Charlie, and he was angry, which is rare.

   "Have you ever fed him fish?" Pomona said.

  Charlie looked at her inexplicably.

   "Why feed the fish?" Charlie asked.

   "Have you ever heard of Occam's razor?" Pomona said.

   "What's that?" Charlie asked.

"This is a theory invented by a monk in the 14th century, 'Do not multiply entities unless necessary', and it has been applied to many fields, including the theory of evolution." Pomona said, putting the basket on the fence and sitting next to Charlie. Next, "Nature will choose the shortest path. Animals will find the least amount of exercise to minimize their own consumption. If it has never eaten fish, it will not go hunting in the black lake if it does not know that fish is delicious. Eagles catch water They don't go into the water when they're picking up fish."

   "They fly," Charlie said.

   “If it’s not necessary, don’t increase your talents. Hippogriffs can run and fly, but they’re not for being cool. They’re primarily about surviving,” Pomona said.

   "Thank you, Professor," said Charlie.

"Be careful, don't get hurt." Pomona said with a smile, just about to leave with a picnic basket, but found that the Ministry of Magic came, and they were following Albus Dumbledore, heading towards Hagrid's hut go.

   "What are they doing here?" Charlie asked.

   "I don't know, come with me," said Pomona, hiding behind the fence.

   "Why are we hiding?" Charlie asked inexplicably.

  Pomona grabbed his hand and told him to hide behind the fence too.

   Walking behind Albus was Fudge from the Department of Magical Disaster Affairs, and a member of the Wizengamot, and they came to Hagrid's pumpkin patch together.

   "What's the matter, Professor?" Hagrid asked brightly.

   "So, does the 'threatening creature' you came to investigate refer to it?" Dumbledore pointed to the Hippogriff and asked the two Ministry of Magic people.

   "No, it's bigger than it." The female member of the Wizengamot looked at the gold necklace and said, "It's the size of a car."

   "The gold necklace is strong, but I don't think it's as big as you say, Ms. Umbridge," said Hagrid lightly. "And it's not a threat. It's being trained."

   "I don't know where you heard about it, but we don't have the dangerous animals you mentioned here." Dumbledore said.

   "Unless you allow us to search, won't you, Fudge," Umbridge said to Fudge.

  Fudge looked perplexed.

   "This school is the hope of cultivating the future of the wizarding world, Albus, if you have hidden contraband, you'd better hand it over now, if there is an accident, I'm afraid it will end badly." Fudge said.

  Albus shook his head, poking his waist and reasoning with Fudge.

   "Let's go," said Pomona, stooping away from the fence.

   "Where are we going?" Charlie asked after retreating to a safe place.

   "I'll go to Graplan, as for you." Pomona glanced at his pocket watch "If you want to go back before the castle is locked, you should go now."

  Charlie was listless and reluctantly walked back.

   "Remember my words." Pomona shouted at Charlie's back, "It doesn't have to be a fish, as long as it can make it fly, other things are fine."

   "Understood." Charlie perfunctory.

  Pomona shrugged, turned around and continued walking deep into the Forbidden Forest.

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  The so-called "Occam's Razor" is a theory put forward by William Occam, the author of the thesis that Newt Scamander once quoted to answer the Ministry of Magic's question why his book is called fantasybeast instead of "fantasyanimal".

  Suppose Arthur tells Charlie that there is a dragon in their garage, and Arthur takes Charlie into the garage.

   "Where's the dragon?" Charlie asked.

   "It's right there, I forgot to tell you, it's an invisible dragon." Arthur pointed to the front and said.

   "Never heard of an invisible dragon," Charlie said.

   "Silly boy, this end will." Arthur said.

   "Then make it explicit," Charlie said.

   "No, it resists magic," Arthur said.

   "Make it fire," Charlie said.

   "That would set the garage on fire," Arthur said.

   "Then get it out of the garage," Charlie said.

   "It's illegal to keep a dragon, and you can't let the neighbors see it, so I raised a dragon that can be invisible." Arthur said.

   It goes on like this, no matter how many suggestions Charlie makes, Arthur can refute him with a special explanation, and tell Charlie why his suggestion doesn't work. So here comes the question, what is the difference between a dragon that cannot be seen, touched, breathed fire, and cannot be observed by any means, and no dragon?

   This is the standard application of Occam's razor. There are many explanations for the same phenomenon, and the simplest is the most correct—there is no dragon in Arthur's garage, he is just teasing his son.

   "What are you looking at?" A heavy head rested on her shoulders.

   "About razors." Pomona looked at the ad in the Daily Prophet and said "Do you need a new magic razor."

  He kissed her on the cheek, and then left. Pomona glanced after him, and immediately turned his gaze to the newspaper.

   "Remember to put on your clothes after taking a shower." She looked at the newspaper and said, the answer was the sound of the door closing.

   "There's some order in this house," she muttered angrily, turning the paper to the next page.

  His back just now reminded her of William Blake's Red Dragon, and William Blake is just like him at home, although there are no neighbors around this northern farmer's house, so he doesn't have to worry about being seen.

  (end of this chapter)