Harry Potter Morning Light

All unattainable life is unattainable throughout eternity.

In the purely material world, there may be many identical you, and any choice you make in life has actually happened. But it is difficult to find the "right choice" to live the life we ​​want.

This is what Nietzsche called eternal return.

Until you find a reason in your life that you can accept the cycle of life, regard all pain as a necessary step in life, and then accept it peacefully.

Like if you have a time-turner and can go back to any time to "change history", but you choose not to.

Albus lost his sister Arianna, if only he could go back to the moment when Aberforth and Grindelwald faced off, or maybe earlier, when the three Muggle kids attacked Arianna and drove them away , everything might be different.

At this time, there was a knock on the office door, and Pomona put down the book in his hand.

"Please come in."

As the door was pushed open, Liz Stewart walked in.

"You're looking for me, Dean," Liz said.

"Long time no see." Pomona said with a smile. "How is your conservation base?"

"It's going well so far. A fishing boat passed by a few days ago." Liz said with a smile.

"I'm glad to hear that, please take a seat," Pomona said.

"Thank you," Liz said.

Pomona put a mug of butterbeer in front of Liz.

No child can refuse butter beer, and Lizzy drank it even though she was an adult.

"Winter is coming, how about spending the winter at school?" Pomona asked. "I just need you for a job."

"What is it?" Liz asked.

"Help me keep watching Barnaby and Ben Cooper."

"Has Paul left yet?" Liz asked worriedly.

"That's why I need you to keep watching them," Pomona said. "Don't use a dog this time, lest he get suspicious."

"But……"

"If you have any doubts, you can ask Wilmina, you and Barnaby are friends, right?" Pomona said.

Liz nodded unwillingly.

Pomona recalled Nietzsche's words.

"We need your help, Liz, and you can choose to help or not," Pomona said. "It's up to you."

"Of course I'd like to help," Liz said immediately.

"Don't be so eager to answer, I hope you can obey your own orders, not my request, even if you refuse in the end, don't feel guilty."

Liz was confused.

"The seventh year is very special. It means the end of college life and the beginning of a new life. I hope you will not leave any regrets." Pomona said softly, "If you disagree, I can also find Wilmina. "

"I am willing to learn to share the 'spiritual vision' of other animals." Liz said, her tone was firmer this time.

"You can go back and think about it, and tell me when you think about it." Pomona smiled and said, "The third rule of Hufflepuff."

"Promises must be kept," Liz said.

"You can go back," Pomona said, and Liz stood up and left her office.

After she left, Pomona took out Nietzsche's book again.

Hufflepuff's house rule number one is to keep a low profile.

The first rule of Ravenclaw's house rule is to stay wise.

Slytherin house rule number one is to be classy.

The first rule of Gryffindor house rule is to keep fighting.

A Slytherin once told her that she was not really humble, but patient.

She was a little less willing to bear it.

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The Gaunt family had been prominent, but by Voldemort's time there was nothing left in the family, the ancestors had squandered, and they might have thought themselves happy.

Georgiana looked out the window at the heavy snow, which is rare even in Scotland, but this was the weather in the early 19th century, and it was impossible to grow sugar cane in Europe in such a climate.

In the past, as many people thought, the ancient Romans used lead to make water pipes, which caused lead poisoning. It actually has a light sweetness that can sweeten wines, especially in musts and spiced wines.

At that time, wine was still a kind of alcoholic juice, which was easily spoiled. In addition to lead, people would also add resin, whether it was powdered or thick liquid, which could be used for preservation. Although sea salt is also a preservative, wine mixed with seawater tastes extremely nasty.

This is what she knew from reading the records in the seminary. The function of spices is to bring people pleasure, and all spices are chemical substances. She had tasted spiced wine in Italy before, served warm, and the French preferred it for its own fruit, albeit sour.

In order to neutralize this sour taste, the Romans would add honey to it, as well as things like thyme and Syrian beans. However, because honey was expensive, lead was used instead.

Until 1487, the innkeepers in Ulm were still adding lead to the wine. For this reason, the German emperor also issued a law prohibiting the addition of things to the wine. If there is any disobedience, all the wine will be poured into the river. .

Originally, the Saint-Martin Canal was planned to be built with the red wine tax, but now the money was funded by Lyon businessmen.

This river is not only for water supply, but also for shipping. The key is that joint-stock companies are not legal in the UK and France at present, and the French central bank is the only joint-stock company franchised.

If the Suez Canal was to be built in Napoleon's era, then Lyon and Marseille would definitely be the beneficiaries, and it is not necessarily necessary to pick up the remains of the East India Company left in Austria and continue to operate in Ostende.

But this will definitely affect the interests of Britain in the Cape of Good Hope and West Africa. She also learned here that there is no height difference between the Mediterranean Sea and the Red Sea like the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. The Panama Canal requires multi-stage locks to allow ships to turn over.

Moreover, even if the Suez Canal is repaired, if there are pirates, even if there is a shortcut, merchant ships must also consider risks, and Yemen, which produces coffee beans, happens to be adjacent to the Gulf of Aden and the Red Sea.

If you think about it from another angle, for example, from the perspective of William Pitt Jr., transporting Mexican silver coins to the West Indies is tantamount to making the shipping there prosperous, which means that there are pirates, and pirates need a navy. It is the mouth of the Mississippi River.

William Pitt Jr. was a rather ruthless man, but he was indeed a talented prime minister. At least he didn't sell property. He reduced smuggling by lowering tea tariffs and leveled the deficit caused by the war.

He'd be damned if he didn't dig a hole there, but that wasn't what she was thinking about.

She shifted her gaze to the front. Behind the double doors was the meeting room. In fact, she felt that it was a bit inappropriate for her to attend the meeting dressed like this.

"You look beautiful," laughed Edgeworth, her guardian. "They must be nervous."

"They're not kids anymore, they get nervous when they see pretty girls." Georgiana said with a smile.

"Want to gamble?" Edgeworth asked.

She shook her head. "I don't like gambling."

"So are you ready?" Edgeworth asked.

She hesitated, then nodded.

Then Edgeworth signaled to the guards, and the two opened the door.