Harry Potter Morning Light

In the story of "Dangerous Liaisons", the Viscount Vermont did a lot of good things in order to win the favor of Mrs. Du Wei, or to deceive her. In the process he felt joy and glory, just like the god of love crowning him, hesitating whether to use the branches and leaves of myrtle or laurel as the crown.

She was the worthy opponent of Viscount Vermont, the target he wanted to hit. He even prayed regularly and attended Mass with Mrs. Dewey, though all the while he did so in the flames of eroticism, day and night thinking about possessing this woman so he could get out of her clutches.

He longed for ecstasy, and of course he did not forget to use it to arouse the jealousy of Mrs. May Dai, who was another hard-to-conquer target.

It is best not to open two fronts in the war. The lessons of history tell us that it is unwise to do so. The Viscount Vermont is almost out of control.

Women like to dress themselves up with gorgeous clothes, so there is Rococo. But the Viscount Vermont preferred to look at the sackcloth casually worn by Mrs. Dewey. The muslin muslin was light enough to be worn in summer, and it was also convenient for him to spy on her figure.

Women in that era always opened their collars wide, as if to show off their "equipment", but Mrs. Dewey always kept a secret, which aroused his fantasy instead.

When he grabbed her with a clever but slightly clumsy movement, they hugged tightly. In this short moment, he felt her heart beat faster, her face was flushed with a lovely blush, that shyness Her embarrassment told him that her pounding heart was not from fear, but from love.

But this process is short-lived. Mrs. Dewey is loyal to her husband who doesn't take her seriously, which makes Viscount Vermont remorseful.

He regretted for a while that he shouldn't have provoked her and did the good things he did to dispel her prejudice, and for a while he regretted that he was not the victor in taking this fortress.

He wants her to be surrounded by countless fears, and only in his arms can she forget and overcome those fears, and then he will allow her to say "I adore you" to him.

Of all the women in the world, she alone had the right to say that, and then Mortal would truly take her place as her preferred God.

He lost his mind and didn't know what it meant to write to Mrs. Mayday like this. In Mrs. Mayday's reply, she also made a provocation. She said that her favorite is the knight, not the teenager who rejuvenated because of Mrs. Dewey.

The Viscount Vermont did not reply, and then Mrs. Meadow wrote him another letter, and then the Viscount Vermont lazily replied to her, telling her how boring a peaceful life without changes is. It was tiring, and he wanted to go back to Mrs. Meadow, instead of the knight who guarded her.

This is the case with people who have no work, and have a lot of time in the day to think about these things. He is just idle and bored, doing nothing to pass the time, he just wants to reap happiness from women, once a "bitter fruit" occurs, he will only frame a boy younger than him to bear it.

This is also his plan with Mrs. May Dai, to impregnate a girl who just left the convent, because the little girl's fiancé once abandoned Mrs. May Dai, and she wants revenge, but women can't make women pregnant, so she needs Valmont .

In 1786, a plague broke out in Paris, and piles of bones piled up like mountains, resulting in insufficient cemetery. In order to solve this problem, people transferred the bones in the cemetery to the quarry and became the catacombs.

If the Viscount Vermont had died and was buried in the cemetery, his bones would have been placed there as well.

He is no different from mortals, he is of flesh and blood, and will be stabbed to death by a sword, but he wants to be "God".

"I'm bored, Paul, are you still thinking about it?" Pomona asked the puppet opposite.

"How about I teach you to speak French? Have you read Nicolome's notes?"

"No," Pomona said.

"It's in French, are you interested?" Paul said.

"I have no background," Pomona said. "I don't know any French except 'good night.'"

"Let's start with the salutations, which are 'you' and 'you' in French."

"I know that, 'you' seems to be a respectful title, right?" Pomona said.

"You're a quick learner, so what are you going to call me?" Paul asked.

"You want to be my teacher? And you want me to address you?" Pomona asked.

"Can't you?" Paul asked.

Pomona wasn't so willing.

Especially now that she wanted to drive him out of the castle.

"Let's call it 'you,' or we'll skip this class," Pomona said.

"You allow students to talk to you in this manner?" Paul asked.

"They'll know what to do when they think I'm worthy of respect."

"And what about when they don't know what respect is?"

"The door of the classroom is open, they can go." Pomona said with a smile. "The greatest cultivation of the elderly is to control the desire to criticize the young."

"You're a teacher," Paul said.

Pomona laughed.

"I just teach them what they should learn in school."

"It's really irresponsible of you to say that," Paul said.

"What happened to the last teacher who tried to discipline you? Paul, who you threw in a vase like the piano teacher?" Pomona asked.

Paul didn't speak.

"When a person doesn't want to be disciplined, a sentence of 'are you in control' is enough to dismiss everyone, because I don't want to discipline you, so you can't discipline me, Paul."

"How about this, I call 'you' and you call me 'you'." Paul said.

Pomona thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, what does 'you' want to say?" Pomona asked.

"How about a little literature? What's your favorite novel?" Paul asked.

"Concerning the origin of human inequality, if nature has been unjust in endowing men with dispositions, what have those favored by nature gained over others in the absence of any connection between them What's the good?" Pomona said boredly, "What's the use of beauty without love? What's the use of intelligence without communication? What's the use of fraud without transaction?"

"You think I'm cheating on you?" Paul said with a smile.

"Is it 'you,' or should we keep using 'you'?" Pomona asked.

"You think I'm defrauding you?" Paul said again.

"Are we communicating or are we trading, Paul?" Pomona asked. "If it's communicating, it's better to be honest. If I have to tell if you're cheating on me..."

"It's 'you,'" Paul said.

"I don't want to have to tell if you're cheating on me when I'm communicating," Pomona said, "because I don't have enough intelligence."

"You are really modest." Paul said, "I just said modesty in French."

"Probably because the idiot is the most annoying person in the world, and the idiot is the least likely to be controlled by pride." Pomona said with a smile, "or you can change the idiot into a troll."

"There is a difference between French and English," said Paul. "Follow me, fierté."

"Fierté," Pomona said.

"Your imitation ability is much better than that of trolls." Paul said with a smile, "I'm really looking forward to how good your memory is."

"I'm afraid you can't expect too much," said Pomona. "Patience and revenge afterwards, but most of the time, I've forgotten."

"How can revenge be forgotten?" Paul asked.

You can ask Mrs. May Dai this question. In order to get revenge, she took two lives, one of which was a baby, and she also lost her reputation along the way. Is the man who abandoned her for the sake of the little girl so important?

Pomona suddenly felt that it was silly of him to look at Severus himself in case something happened, and it would be his business if he fell in love with Puglia.

"Who do you want revenge on?"

"It's 'you,'" Pomona said wearily.

"Vengeance," Paul said, "is French for revenge."

Pomona looked at him.

"You won't read to me?" Paul asked.

"Vengeance," Pomona said.

"No no no, vengeance." Paul corrected her pronunciation, "Say it again."

"Vengeance," Pomona said.

"Say it again," Paul said.

"vengeance."

"That's much better," said Paul cheerfully. "You're gifted."

Pomona didn't think he had any talent after learning a few words.

"Who do you want revenge on?" Paul asked.

"It's none of your business," Pomona said through gritted teeth.

"When a person doesn't want to be disciplined, a sentence of 'are you in control' is enough to dismiss everyone, because I don't want to discipline you, so you can't discipline me." Paul said, "Does this sentence sound familiar? "

"You can leave," Pomona said.

"You said it. The door is open. Those who don't want to hear it can leave." Paul said, "Why can't you be the one who leaves?"

Pomona remained silent, feeling irrational now.

"You're in love with someone, right? That's why you want revenge?" Paul said.

"Can't it be something else?" Pomona asked back.

"what reason?"

"Fierté," Pomona said.

"You?" Paul asked with a smile.

Pomona thought of the Forbidden Forest full of black flowers. She wanted to touch those muscle lines hidden under the darkness, just like a blind man touching Michelangelo's sculpture. Love really makes people blind.

"Tell me, what have you done?" Paul asked.

"We hugged in a cave," Pomona said.

"Just hugs?" Paul asked.

"Yes, just a hug." Pomona said lightly, "Because it was too cold at that time, we were trapped in the snow-capped mountains. The burden of this world cannot be borne by one person, and the troubles of this world can only be borne by one person." No, the coldness of this world cannot be resisted by one person."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of her office was "knocked open".

The magic pressure on the pitch-black old bat was as solid as black smoke.

"Go play with the kids, Paul," Severus said quietly.

"They're busy," Paul said.

"They're not busy now," Severus said steelily.

Ten seconds later, Paul jumped from his Pomona desk in the car and left her office.

"You drove my French teacher away," Pomona said.

He slammed the office door shut.

"How about sending that puppet to the Tower of Batar?" Severus said. "Find a reason to trick him."

"He will come back by himself." Pomona pointed to the direction Paul left in the car just now and said, "We will make a contract with him, just like Peeves signed with Principal Moore."

"What conditions does he want?"

"We were talking, and you broke in."

"Oh, I didn't come at the right time?" He smiled meanly. "What do you want to do with a puppet?"

"What?" Pomona asked inexplicably.

He stared at her angrily for a while, as if he hesitated to speak.

Then he opened the door and left, closing the door again with a bang as he left.

I don't know what happened, but tonight seems to be over.

"Good night." She said into the air in French, and then got up to wash up.