Harry Potter Morning Light

"When will you rest..."

"Good night," said Georgiana without looking up.

After a long time there was no sound.

She looked up at him.

"The book will not be published," said Bonaparte.

"I know." She still said calmly.

He looked at her as if he didn't know what to say.

"If it were me, I would put it in the restricted section." She sighed, "If that kind of flower called Yinyin really exists."

"Can you explain it?"

"We have a famous person there. He is a conservationist of magical animals. There is a magical animal named Obscurity, which was born from darkness." Georgiana stroked the book, "It's like a vagina."

He was silent again.

"In the place where I used to work, there were many dangerous magical plants. When the children saw them for the first time, they didn't know what to do with them. My job was how to identify them, take care of them, and how to harvest the useful parts of the plants without causing harm. not to hurt them." Georgiana said softly, "They may use that knowledge someday when they go out exploring in the wild."

"They don't have to take risks."

She smiled "There is a man, his name is Rohart, he is a very good writer, but his book is full of wrong knowledge, it is useless to use the method he mentioned in the book to deal with the 'monster', the same He was helpless when he encountered the basilisk, and even planned to kill three children, and then made up a story to shirk his responsibility, when the danger happened in the safest place in the world."

Bonaparte shook his head.

"Go to sleep, if you're worried about having nightmares..."

He looked at her fiercely.

"Oh~ who said just now that watching horror stories so late is not afraid of nightmares?" She teased.

He began to undress in displeasure, and she raised her wand to levitate the screen over so the candles wouldn't disturb his sleep.

After a while there was movement behind the screen, as if he had gone to bed.

"you and him……"

"That's our job," she interrupted. "The kids call us 'Professors.'"

He stopped talking again.

"I need to find a genus, think of a way, Leon."

He didn't answer.

"It's not just dangerous to yourself, it's dangerous to those around you, like those who are silent, they can't control that power."

"Even they themselves don't know that they are yin, so how could the people I sent know." Bonaparte said.

"Humans don't rely on their noses to find truffles. They use dogs and pigs. Mandrills are the natural enemies of Ziyin. If they find mandrills, they will lead him to Ziyin like hunting dogs," Georgiana replied.

"Have you no sympathy?"

"What?"

"They thought they were human."

"I know, that's why I need to find other ways to prevent the shadow from backlashing besides eliminating evil thoughts."

He was wheezing.

"You are a French academician, I thought you knew what the spirit of experimentation is."

"You are not a French academician, but you seem to know what the spirit of experimentation is."

She gritted her teeth, endured it, and decided not to be angry with him.

"Good night." He said firmly.

"Good night," she said flatly, and there was no conversation.

It seems that mandrills can be hired. If you don't look at their ugly appearance, they can share the harvest of the land with humans evenly when humans produce seeds and they provide labor.

She has been misled by the story of the painted skin all along, thinking that the mandrill wears human skin to harm people.

So the person who died that night was Ziyin attacked by a mandrill, or a human being attacked by Ziyin?

The opposite of Shenwumen is Beishangmen, which is the entrance to Jingshan. Maybe only "Northern" Nick and the others will know the result.

"Sing to me." Suddenly said from behind the screen.

"What?"

He didn't repeat what he just said.

"What do you want to hear?" She asked holding back her temper.

"Whatever." He said willfully.

How about a lullaby?

She almost blurted out.

But after thinking about it, she still hummed a song.

She didn't know where she heard this song, but she remembered its rhythm, which was as ethereal and mysterious as a mermaid's song, attracting passers-by to the dark forest.

Even ferocious tigers are subject to birth, old age, sickness and death. If a tiger dies in the Tiger City, the tiger skin must be handed over to the Guangchu Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the tiger bones must be handed over to the Imperial Pharmacy for future use.

However, Emperor Qianlong believed in Buddhism, and believed that Sakyamuni became a Buddha on the day of "Laba", and also expressed his affirmation to the custom of people offering sacrifices to wax. In Lama Temple, every year on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the rice and fruit materials for cooking porridge are all directly allocated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. From the morning of the second day of the second day, they lead the handymen to transport them to Yonghe in a horse-drawn cart through the Donghua Gate of the Forbidden City. It was not until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year that all the monks were able to prepare the porridge.

On the sixth day of the lunar month, the minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs led the royal cooks and handymen of the third grade or above, together with the eunuchs and monks, to carry firewood. On the seventh day, the monks chanted scriptures in the hall. Observe the heat at any time, and put the grain and fruit into the pot according to the degree of ripeness.

It usually takes a whole day. When night falls, hundreds of butter lamps in each hall are lit, and the sound of drums and chanting is played together. Put it into a bowl, and use a tray to offer it to the portrait of the late emperor and the Buddha statues in each hall. In front of each Buddha statue, one, three, or five bowls are offered according to the level. The prince sent to listen to the chanting, and went to the palace to return to the palace until the morning of the ninth day.

The second pot of porridge is dedicated to the imperial court, the third pot is for princes and great lamas, the fourth pot is for civil and military officials, and the fifth pot is for monks in the temple. Often, a little bit of the third and fifth pots will be left for mixing and sharing. to civilians.

In fact, there are so many pots of porridge for so many people. On average, one person can only share a bowl as big as a teacup. They can’t eat enough. People mainly want to win this prize. Drinking this bowl of porridge can dispel bad luck, which symbolizes Baotai Anping welcomes the new year.

Juren also got a bowl, which was reserved for him by the eunuchs in the palace. They are really kind when they treat people well, and they are really cruel when they treat people badly. These people are also poor people, and the family itself can't live happily ever after. One less person would lose a mouthful of food, and it happened that natural disasters and man-made disasters continued in those few years, and some people from their hometown defected to them.

There are also banner people who can't live in the capital and go to the north to reclaim wasteland or do business. They don't need to be taught by the little county king to know how to deal with them. After all, he stayed with his father in Kulun for several years.

Just to fight for the place to make porridge and return to life, the Mongolian princes are also fighting openly and secretly. The king of Xiaojun is only 17 years old, and he can't even touch the threshold for this job. However, after the new year, he will go back to the study to study with the princes.

There is also a possibility that many people are guessing that the name of Yongrong is written in the box behind the Zhengda Guangming plaque, but Zhijun Wang has been adopted, and he clearly does not participate in the "seizure of the throne", he just wants to "share his father's worries" ", he is not afraid of spreading this matter at all, even when meeting Ju Ren for the first time, Yong Rong has no idea about his background and personality.

If you think about it this way, marrying the daughter of a bachelor is actually not so good, because He Shen has provoked many people, and she has not seen her persuade him to restrain himself.

In the early Qing Dynasty, the system of ordering women to take turns to serve concubines in the harem was implemented. When it was Concubine Dong E's turn, Emperor Shunzhi, who was going to greet the Queen Mother once, met him. Your Majesty please.

In the 11th year of Shunzhi, the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang stopped this system. At that time, rumors had already spread outside the imperial city.

After entering the palace, Concubine Dong E was not arrogant, but continued to serve the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang. It can be said that she was not wrong, but Emperor Shunzhi followed the devil because of her. She died, and she was so sad that she wanted to become a monk. , was later stopped by Master Yulin who bumped into him.

That's right, it's very enviable to be loved by thousands of people, but it's also very enviable. After becoming the target of public criticism, a big mistake can be played up as a big mistake. Excerpts, it would be different if someone who had a grudge against Heshen wrote the content.

Tang Minghuang was able to protect Yang Yuhuan at ordinary times, but he was powerless when he was on the "Qing Emperor's side" at Mawei Station. In the end, it was the eunuch Gao Lishi who strangled the imperial concubine.

It is useless to say "you wronged me because you were jealous of me" at this time, what people want is your life. In the past, gold and silver jewelry were popular in the palace, but now a kind of imitation flowers are popular. Many first flowers made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs are not wanted. Juren bought a white chrysanthemum made of pearls in Chongwenmen, intending to give it to the "Xi People", giving her a smiley face during the Chinese New Year, so that there is a festive atmosphere when you are beaming.

He doesn't care if the white chrysanthemum is worn when she is a filial piety, if she doesn't like it, he can "correct" her, the chrysanthemum represents a gentleman, this is his family's "family tradition".

Georgiana saw this and put down the book.

She went around the screen, changed into her pajamas, and lay down beside him.

"You don't read anymore?" He asked with his eyes closed.

"It is said that at least one person is not sleeping under the cold quilt." She said softly.

He smiled with his eyes closed and put his arm around her shoulders.

She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, planning to wait until he fell asleep and then got up.

Or giving him a Sleeping Charm would be nice too.

Just when she was about to move, she suddenly wondered whether doing so would cause international disputes, after all, he was not an ordinary Muggle.

So she put away her wand and waited patiently for him to fall asleep.