Harry Potter Morning Light

There was a time when the ancient Romans thought that silk was wool that grew from trees. Planters sprayed water on trees to wash the white silky hairs off the leaves, and their wives spun the wool into thread, which was then woven into thread. Woven into cloth, this cloth was the silk that the Roman aristocrats flocked to.

Candlewood in India is only suitable for the tropics, not the northern temperate zone, and it happens that several major human civilizations are distributed on this latitude, so the candlewood was not introduced to Europe in large numbers, but ash worms were introduced.

The male of this insect looks like a moth with a pair of wings, but is actually a scale insect. Its main parasitic objects are ash and privet wood. The secretion of wax mainly depends on larvae. By collecting the secretions on these branches, candles with whiteness, high hardness and no odor are made. They were brought to Europe by missionaries of the British Jesuits in the 17th century, but they were not popularized. It was whale oil that became the fuel that lit the street lamps.

The floating candles at Hogwarts are not worm wax, nor candle wood, but a vegetable that has been there since the first day Pomona took over the greenhouse. She didn't know why the vegetable was grown here, and just planted it step by step, until she found the reason on a bookshelf in a 17th-century Cassino.

In addition to Hogwarts candles, there is also a "waxy" potion of the living dead (the drink of walking death), which is a powerful sleeping pill, and people who drink it will enter a deep sleep similar to death, But unlike the Potion of Hell, one can walk after drinking the Potion of the Living Dead, instead of lying still like a Sleeping Beauty and obeying the commands of others like sleepwalking.

Pomona wanted to try to let the tinder bush "drink" a little of this potion, which might solve the problem of "paralysis".

"Professor." Pomona turned her head, and Neville placed the book in front of her. "What is 'Nearly impossible potion'?"

"Isn't it written on it? It's a love potion." Pomona said a little annoyed, but she didn't expect that there was still a "fish that slipped through the net".

This popular 17th-century love potion is different from modern ones. According to the books, it does not cause strong attraction and obsession, but actually falls in love.

Neville was baffled, and Pomona couldn't explain it to him, so she skipped that step and went on looking for a solution in the book.

It was only after reading the real "old books" that Pomona realized that potion science was much simpler than before. At least salt was still represented by nacl instead of alchemy symbols.

Then she discovered a "very interesting potion", vidimus tantum, which allows people to briefly see the dream of the target subject, provided that the observer and the subject need to drink it together, which sounds very interesting. Good for a witch to check if the husband is out fooling around.

The matter was still yesterday, when Pomona took Bill to visit the Mirror of Erised in the cultural relics room. It was usually covered by a piece of red velvet, gathering dust quietly in the corner with other cultural relics.

“This place is like a house of request,” Bill said after the tour.

"There's a difference," Pomona said, tearing the velvet off the mirror, and the ash kicked up made her cough.

When the dust settled, she saw herself in the mirror, as well as Severus, the difference was that last time they seemed to be taking wedding photos in the 19th century, the two stood upright. This time she was in a house with a fireplace, a table full of food, and children running around.

The setting was cozy, and Severus kept the two children from running around while reading the newspaper, while Pomona untied her apron and sat down at the dining table.

As if it were at home.

"It's been repaired," said Bill, after examining the Mirror of Erised. "It's very technical."

Pomona was no longer interested in whether there was space behind the mirror, and she continued to look at the image in the mirror.

Even if this mirror fails to give knowledge or truth, some people still waste their time in front of it, and even go mad.

Queenie is so crazy to go through the hoop of fire and join Grindelwald, and she is only pursuing what she most desires.

Freud said that dreams are the fulfillment of certain desires in the heart. In dreams, adults do not need to pretend or cover up their true desires, even those dishonorable, selfish, and unspeakable desires, to make up for those that have been suppressed. Pain from repressed desires of the daytime self.

How do you know that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, not a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

In the dream, Zhuang Zhou was so happy that he forgot his original appearance, thinking that he was dancing like a real butterfly.

But people can't fly. Even if Taubert successfully completed the transformation of Animagus, turned into an eagle, and can change back, but wings are not like animals running on four legs, just need to practice You can run on the ground.

How is it possible for man to fly without any means?

But isn’t it precisely because people fly in their dreams that they will continue to chase after the dream of flying after waking up?

Pomona began to take this prescription seriously, and began to see what medicinal materials were needed.

Pumpkin juice, narcissus, ivy, cinnamon, goose grass, salt ammonia, peppermint oil, and Flobber slime are all easy to find, but she can only go to Snape's personal collection room for the venom of the eight-eyed spider and the waterweed have a look.

Before closing the book, she took a special look at it. Riverseed needs to be burnt to ashes, but this kind of water plant only grows near tropical waters. She hopes that after being burned to ashes, it will have something in common with the kindling bush.

"Have the herbs been delivered today?" Pomona asked Neville.

Neville shook his head.

So Pomona walked to the door, floated the bundle of valerian with the Levitation Charm, and walked towards the potions classroom with it.

Seeing that she was about to reach the entrance of the dungeon, Fred and George blocked her way together.

"Look what I saw?" Fred looked shocked.

"Don't you need us?" George went on.

"Maybe I should tie a bell to you so you can just pull the string when I want to call you," Pomona said impatiently. "Get out of the way."

"Snape's in a bad mood," said Fred.

"Worse than usual," George said.

"He even deducted 10 points from Hufflepuff," Fred said.

"What? Why?" Pomona asked in shock.

"Let me see, it seems to be because of Cedric's smirk." George replied after pretending to think for a while.

"What's the reason!" Pomona said angrily, wanting to find the old bat theory.

She suddenly remembered that there was also bat blood on the list, and just as she was trying to get past Fred and George, the book fell from her and Fred picked it up.

What they found was hiatus mortis, a choke gas that is colorless and odorless, and can suffocate people to death at a certain concentration.

The Ministry of Magic did not want this potion to be taught at Hogwarts, but Snape still went his own way, and the final negotiation result was that only students in the sixth grade could learn this potion.

Death spray is a complete black potion. The best result is to only poison the target, and even the poisoner will die if they are not careful, even outdoors.

Pomona took the book away from "George."

"You can't read this," Pomona warned.

Fred whistled.

"I'm starting to worry about what's in my dinner?" he said thoughtfully.

Pomona was not happy with his rhetoric.

"You're not just here to deliver herbs, are you?" George asked.

She hesitated for a moment.

The two magpies did not chirp, but looked at her quietly and obediently.

"Well, I'm here to see if there's anything I want in his private collection," Pomona said helplessly.

"what do you want?"

"Eight-eyed spider venom and water grass..."

Pomona stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.

She turned her head to find Snape standing behind her, smiling.

"We're sending herbs!" said Fred and George together, removing the bundle of valerian.

As soon as the two left, Severus took a few steps forward, just blocking her way to the potions classroom.

"Whatever you want, you can say it directly." He said in a slow tone, "Why are you sneaking around?"

Her heart was beating violently, and she was just about to run away, and when she found a chance to get the medicinal materials, she turned around and found Kingsley right behind her.

"I'll wait for you outside." Kingsley looked at Snape and said, then turned and left the corridor leading to the Potions classroom.

"What is he doing here?" Pomona said looking at Kingsley's back.

"We're going to the party and it's a pity you can't," he said wryly.

She knew about the party, but she didn't understand the way he was dressed.

He actually washed his hair, which was greasy enough to boil the plaster potion.

"Who are you going to see?" she asked.

"Who are you? Ask me this question." He said coldly and arrogantly, and then walked towards the office without waiting for her answer.

She felt that she should catch up and ask, but seeing his cloak filled with wind and spreading like a bat's wings, she didn't rush forward.

In fact, the dragon's wings are also like bats.

When dinosaurs lived on the earth, there used to be pterosaurs. They became extinct. Instead, some terrestrial dinosaurs evolved gradually. Their front legs became wings, their scales became feathers, and finally they became birds, such as Archaeopteryx. fossils as evidence.

This oviparous animal has no belly button and is the fruit of a completely different branch of the evolutionary tree from mammalian humans.

Taubert fell so badly and hurt so badly that it was time to learn his lesson, but he still tried to fly, which may have nothing to do with flying on a broomstick.

I can do it because I am an eagle, how can an eagle walk on the ground like a chicken?

He is destined to belong to the blue sky, locking him underground is torture, why not let him go.

So Pomona turned and left the dungeon.