Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 3143 Silver Eagle and Golden Eagle (4)

Descartes was born in Brittany, France, at the end of the 16th century. His father was a local parliamentarian and magistrate.

 When he was more than one year old, his mother died of tuberculosis, and he was also infected. Descartes was sick since he was a child, but his family was wealthy and the school allowed him to read early in bed.

 In 1607, his father hoped that Descartes would become a theologian in the future, so he sent Descartes to the seminary when he was eight years old. In order to take care of his frail health, the school granted him permission not to be bound by school rules and not to attend school in the morning.

An ordinary child would have been happy long ago, but Descartes chose to study obediently. During this time, he became interested in the stars.

Once Descartes was sitting on the steps in front of his house, gazing at the dim horizon after sunset. A passerby approached him and asked: "Hey! Smart man, how many stars are there in the sky?"

 He replied: "Fool! No one can embrace the boundless."

According to Berlin's Law, after continuous success, people tend to think that they are capable of everything.

 Grindelwald and the mysterious man both thought they could rule the world with magic, but that was impossible.

At this time, what Descartes said about "changing your own desires, not the world order" sounds much more reasonable.

After dark, Pomona came to the observatory and caught owls all day long. She was covered in owl feathers. She took a bath before coming, which made her feel much better.

The observatory has many homework assignments left by students observing "candlelight" variable stars. Pomona sorted them out and planned to make a gift for Sinistra according to Graplan's suggestion.

Descartes’ cardioid function is very famous, but his most important contribution is the Cartesian coordinate system pioneered by him, also known as the Cartesian coordinate system.

 According to the custom at the time, scholars all had a Latin name. Descartes (Descartes) was Latinized as Cartesius, which was obtained by removing the attached des from descartes.

 This word means "map". Perhaps some of Descartes' ancestors were related to maps.

Diagon Alley became unmarkable on the map due to the use of too many shielding spells, but the Dursleys where Harry stayed did not use shielding spells.

Of course, where Harry lives is a top secret, and Grappland doesn't know. He only needs to use a shielding spell on that house, and he won't have to work as hard as he did today.

To make matters worse, it will continue tomorrow, and there will even be gifts in the mail within a week after Harry's birthday.

 Her youth and summer vacation were all because of those birds...

 “Where have you been today?”

 Pomona looks up.

 Snape, dressed in black, stood not far away, looking like a vampire in the castle.

"Nothing." She said perfunctorily, "How are you?"

"Moody followed me. I thought you found something for him to do," Snape said gloomily.

I almost forgot that Azkaban cannot be marked on the map. It was established by crazy people and is now used to imprison crazy people.

Compared with the experiments carried out by his master, his separation from a married woman was no longer a serious crime.

 “Answer my question,” said Snape.

"I don't think I have to answer your question." Pomona put down the student's observation notes. "You don't have to answer me if I ask about your whereabouts. We are all free men, Severus."

Unlike Molly's clock, she knew exactly where Arthur was, but this was obscured by the Weasley children, who often got into trouble.

 Poverty has not greatly affected the happiness of the Weasley family. Of course, Molly is not as beautiful as Lily, and she has such complicated emotional entanglements.

 “What were your plans?” Snape asked.

"Send an apprentice to Alastor, but I forgot to ask the student's opinion. He doesn't want to be an Auror." Pomona said.

 “His opinion? What opinion can a student have?” said Snape.

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 Pomona rolled her eyes.

 “Are you staying with him?” Snape asked.

 “Who? Random?” Pomona said confused.

 “It’s fun to play with kids?” he said sarcastically.

"I'm with Grapeland, and we took care of the owl today." She said tiredly, "Is this okay?"

 “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

  She felt very depressed, and he was in an equally bad mood.

 ‘You think you’re very clever, don’t you?’ said Snape.

 “I didn’t think about it that way,” Pomona said.

“Your brilliant idea is just a piece of cake, made out of nothing.” He kept saying, “It’s really whimsical.”

  She did not ask him whether he succeeded.

 Obviously if he had succeeded, he wouldn't be here talking to her in this tone.

 “Screwed up?” Pomona asked.

"They asked me to go back and wait for news." Snape said coldly, "I don't need to worry about those documents."

 She really couldn't tell that this was "good news".

"Have you ever done something that wasn't like a bystander standing on a high place, for no other reason than to prove that you can do it?" Snape said.

Her mind was in confusion.

 “What are you afraid of? Embarrassment, damaged self-esteem?”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Pomona said, planning to leave the astronomy classroom through another exit.

 But he had to stand in front of her.

 “Get out of the way!” she yelled. "Don't you regret it?" Snape asked.

 “What do you regret?” she asked breathlessly.

 “Life is short, take pleasure in the present.”

 “Don’t you regret it? Because of your carpe diem, you were almost thrown into jail, and now you’ve ended up where you are now.” She said provocatively.

“We failed, there is no need to regret it.” He said coldly, “Did the results you obtained meet your expectations?”

 She said nothing.

 He is not from this school after all.

 One day, he will leave like Salazar Slytherin.

"We will not never make mistakes." Pomona said softly, "But there are two rules that need to be followed. First, avoid unnecessary mistakes. Second, never make any mistakes before you are sure that your mind is clear enough. Judgments and decisions.”

 “What is an unnecessary error?”

“Human pride and selfishness are unchangeable, and we try not to let these and pretentious thoughts fill our heads,” Pomona said.

 “Like a saint.” He said disdainfully.

"But we are not." Pomona shook his head. "We are only mortals."

 He stared at her and walked closer slowly.

 “If you were a mortal, what would you want?”

She was seduced by his deep voice, even though he didn't speak Parseltongue.

 “I don’t want anything.” She lowered her head and said with some pain.

 “You can tell,” he seduces. “I won’t tell anyone.”

She trusted his ability to keep secrets, but she ran away.

 He ran after her and grabbed her hand.

 “You don’t believe me?” He grabbed her shoulders with both hands.

 “No,” she said tremblingly.

 “Why didn’t you say it?” He pinched her arm and almost wanted to shake her.

There is no trace of the generosity of fortune; if it had been, it would have been discovered long ago, making everyone as lucky as the Potters.

Of course some people don’t think so. They died so young and their children became orphans. They were obviously unfortunate.

"There's no need to cry." He held her face and said, "You don't need to be as cold and callous as him."

 “I don’t understand what you say,” she cried.

"No one will love him except Grindelwald," Snape said. "He said it at the inauguration ceremony of the Wizards' Union."

 Pomona sobered up a bit.

"Don't imagine him as a legendary hero." He smiled strangely, "It took me a lot of effort to discover his vanity."

 “Dumbledore is not vain!” Pomona tried to break free from his control.

 “Hypocritical gentleness.” He did not let go of his hand at all. “His only happiness is to die!”

 Pomona raised her hand and slapped him.

 But the sound was quite loud, which may have made him sober up, or it may have been a sign of indifference.

 “Have you taken a shower?” he asked a little frivolously.

 She stared at him with warning eyes.

 He laughed, an expression she had never seen before.

 He took a deep breath.

 “A little candy.” He said as if tasting it. “And a little milk.”

"My shower gel is worthy of you, stop smelling it!" she said angrily.

 “I like the taste, what about you?” he asked with his eyes closed.

 She did not answer the question and left the classroom while his eyes were closed. She had to hold on to the handrail to walk down the steps.

"Have you ever done something that was not like a bystander standing in a high place, for no other reason than to prove that you can do it." What he just said echoed in his ears again.

 “Open the door, please open the door.”

Pomona banged on the door. After a while, Minerva appeared at the door in her nightgown.

 “Merlin, what’s wrong with you?” Minerva said in surprise.

Pomona hugged her and cried.

 The red dragon is strong, but those muscles are not beautiful.

Because her legs were weak, she almost knelt at Minerva's feet and needed Minerva's support to stand up straight.

Perhaps she cannot be considered a strong and independent woman, let alone a protector.

 She is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who knows a little magic.

 (End of this chapter)