Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1885 giant slayer (29)

"Okay, I see." Severus hung up and walked out of the phone booth.

The telephone booths in France are not all red like the ones in London, and of course no one regards them as the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.

At this point, the French maintain their own style, unlike the entrance of the ordinary staff of the British Ministry of Magic, which is arranged in the toilet and enters by "flushing the toilet".

When Newt Scamander broke into the French Ministry of Magic, it caused some commotion and disputes because Scamander was smuggled out of the UK.At that time, the European Union was not established, and entry and exit were not as convenient as they are now, requiring the approval of the Ministry of Magic on both sides.Newt's travel visa was canceled because of the riots in New York, and he was rejected by the British side because he refused to "hunt" Credence. Of course, the French side did not apply, so he became a wanted criminal.

"Do you know where my dad is?" Felix asked.

"The last time he was located was in the 'Trivia' rose garden," Severus said dryly.

"What's wrong?" Felix asked.

"Gianluca called him for a long time before he was answered. He hoped that your father would go to the army to rescue Monica and Alejandro."

"My dad's going to the barracks?" Felix raised his voice.

"What's so weird about that?" Severus asked.

Felix seemed to have a new understanding of Haji, and fell into deep thought.

"Let's go." Severus put his arm around Felix's shoulders, and the two of them turned into black smoke and went straight into the sky.

It didn't take long for them to come to the Rose Garden, where the piano piece "To Alice" was still playing.

In fact, this song has another name called "bagatelle in a minor no. 59", which was written by 40-year-old Beethoven to his 17-year-old female student Therese Malfati. At that time, he wrote a ditty of "Bagathier in A Minor", and wrote "Dedicated to Teresa" on the score. After that, the score remained with Theresa, and Beethoven did not keep his own manuscript. , so there is no such song in the catalog of his works after his death.

Bagatelle itself means gadgets, and it wasn't until the 19s that the German musician Knoll discovered the piece in Teresa Malfatti's relics in order to write a biography of Beethoven.When Knoll published the piece in Stuttgart in southwestern Germany, he miswrote the original "To Teresa" as "To Alice", so this little piano piece began to be widely circulated in the world as "To Alice" up.

Perhaps no one would have thought of playing the song named after it in the dreamy, rose-filled Bagatelle Park, so that people would not feel the sense of hallucinations like magic, your brain Stop thinking, the girl's joyful laughter makes your enthusiasm burn like a flame.

This kind of passion is different from a symphony. It does not have the sense of impact and urgency of "嗙嗙嗙" when fate knocks on the door. It makes people want to fall in the surrounding full of flowers, grass and sunshine.

Underage girls always have impulsive emotions, and many girls are obsessed with Rohart, including Hermione.

He wasn't particularly bad, he just accepted the girls' love, enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded and watched, and didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

If you don't know the evil, then no one will condemn you for "interacting" with minors.During the period after the feudal era and the Enlightenment Movement, no one condemned the romance between men and underage women, but now which politician, or an ordinary person, would try to move the fingers of those underage girls.

The plaintiffs of the Salem Witch Trials were all underage girls. So many people died, but they were not punished in the end. "Children" are invincible, otherwise Umbridge's troubles in school would have been invincible. It won't make the whole wizarding world boil.

Not every wizarding family has children studying at Hogwarts. First, during the Christmas holidays, the children went home and told their parents what happened to them at school, and then the Quibbler published the content publicly. Those who were skeptical about the gossip Adults verified the parents whose children were studying in school, and after they were sure, the questioning letters poured in like a snowflake.

It can't be stopped, the more you block it, the more suspicious you become. Pomona likes Hermione very much, but she still doesn't like some of Hermione's behaviors. Even Draco thought of poisoning Dumbledore with mead Lido's idea was also "inspired" by her.

Hermione lived in a different kind of rose garden, her parents were both dentists, the so-called middle class, and she thought that giving house-elves freedom would be a good thing for them.

Did she notice the homeless people on the streets?That must be free, but if Hogwarts hadn't taken Dobby in, Dobby would be homeless like Winky, and it would be difficult for house elves who lost their families to find a job again, and they would lose that sense of belonging Even if Winky is working at Hogwarts, she is not happy, and drank her sorrows all day long.

Pomona went to such lengths to "solve" the house-elf with her drinking problem that she nearly contracted it herself.

In "The Nightingale and the Rose" written by Wilde, it was written that there was a dwarf who had a beautiful rose in his hand, but the dwarf would never exchange his rose for the king's throne. What he did was to meet her in the princess's tent, and when he finished dancing, he asked her to leave here with him.

But in the forest, where the wind blows freely, the flowers may not be as bright and fragrant as the roses in the garden, but on the hills in early spring there are waves of purple hyacinths, yellow jasmines, and blue Blue, purple, and white irises are everywhere.The chestnut tree had flowers as white as the stars, and the hawthorn tree had a beautiful pale moon, and the Dwarf was sure that she would go to the forest with him, and he would dance for her and amuse her all day long.

But after searching all the rooms, the Dwarf found in the most beautiful room, with walls hung with red Italian Lucca brocade, a man, or no man, the ugliest monster he had ever seen, Instead of being shapely like the others, it was stooped, had a huge head, and a mane of black hair.

The Dwarf laughed, and the Monster laughed with him; he bowed mockingly to the Monster, and the Monster bowed to him;When the dwarf touched the cold mirror, so did the monster's hand.

What's this?The dwarf thought for a while, and looked around the rest of the room. It was strange that everything in the room was copied in this invisible wall, and the sleeping Faun lay in the alcove at the door. There is actually a twin brother who is also sleeping soundly in the water wall.

Is it the God of Echo?The dwarf thought to himself, he had called her in the valley, and the god of echoes answered verbatim, could the princess imitate what the eyes saw like that?Can she create a world that mimics the real world?

The Dwarf was amazed, and plucked the beautiful white rose from his breast, and kissed it, and the Monster had roses too, with petals like his, and kissed the same rose.

When the truth came to light, the dwarf screamed in despair, fell to the ground and cried bitterly. It turned out that he himself was that grotesque monster, and all the children were laughing at him, including the little princess he thought loved him. Why did he take him out? Where is the forest?There was no mirror in the forest to remind him how ugly he was.

Hot tears ran down his cheeks, and he tore the white rose to pieces, and the monster in the mirror did the same, throwing the withered petals into the sky.When he lay on the ground and looked at the monster, the monster was also looking at him with a painful expression, he didn't want to see it again, covered his eyes with his hands, and crawled into the shade like a wounded animal, lying on the ground moaning .

At this moment, the little princess and her companions came in through the open French windows. Everyone saw the ugly dwarf lying on the ground, beating the ground with clenched fists, and they were amused by his exaggerated and funny behavior. laugh.

"His dancing is really funny," said the little princess, "but his plays are more interesting, almost as wonderful as a puppet show, but not as natural as a puppet show."

She waved the fan to get the dwarf to get up, but the dwarf didn't look up, and his sobbing became weaker and weaker, until at last he jerked his chest suddenly, and then remained still.

"This is really wonderful." The little princess paused and said, "You can dance for me."

But the dwarf made no answer, and the princess stamped her foot, and called to her uncle, who was walking on the balcony with the ministers, and reading letters from Mexico, where the Inquisition had been established.

"My funny little man is sulking, and you must wake him up and make him dance for me," said the princess, tugging at her uncle by the sleeve.

They smiled at each other and walked in leisurely. Uncle slapped the dwarf on the face with his glove. "Little monster, you have to dance. The princesses of the Spanish Indies are waiting for you to dance."

The dwarf was motionless.

"Should have a flogger whip him," said the uncle, and returned to the balcony, but the courtier knelt down beside the dwarf with a serious face, and put his hand on his breast, and after a moment he stood up, sighing, and addressed him. "My beautiful princess, your funny little dwarf can dance no more," said the princess.

"Why?" asked the princess with a smile.

"His heart is broken." The minister spread out his hands, and there was a bright red rose in the hand that touched the dwarf's chest just now.

The little princess frowned, and her rose-like lips curled up contemptuously, "From now on, everyone who comes to play with me should not be careless."

After she finished speaking, she ran into the garden and went to find her uncle.

Severus walked over to a rose whose branch had been snapped off and looked fresh, the sap still dripping from the wound.

"The last time we went to the Tuileries, Pomona left balls of string and it was Moonlight."

Felix didn't know so he had to watch him.

"Sounds can be transmitted from that world to this world, you can try to see if the voices of this world can be transmitted to that world." Severus said.

"Will it work?" Felix asked.

"I believe it works." Severus took his hand away from the rose. "That's what the evocation is for."

"Daddy!" Felix immediately shouted in the rose garden, while Severus looked at the "lake" not far away, which looked like a huge mirror, reflecting the night sky of Paris.

　Here you go again, Wilde, I hate aestheticism
　
(End of this chapter)