Harry Potter Morning Light

Fortunately, part of this semester's courses were taught last semester, otherwise no one would study seriously.

After applying ointment to a student who was struck by a branch of a knotty vine because he was distracted during class, Pomona let him go. Ritaquist is in school now. If he is asked to go to the school hospital, who knows what she will write.

After the child left, she turned around to loosen the soil of the magic plants. During class, everyone was busy discussing and seemed to have endless things to say.

The Christmas Ball is coming, and "everyone" needs a dance partner. This is another hot topic besides what dress to wear on the day of the ball. The girls ranked the boys, and of course most of the boys didn't know this secret list, with Victor at the top.

The senior girls were not very interested in Harry. Even though he was the savior and "champion", he was still a "kid". Cedric was ahead of Harry, but the girls didn't talk about him like Victor, as if Victor was a fragrant steak whose steak was gone if he started late.

No one even noticed Hagrid disappeared.

He left a letter outside the greenhouse in Pomona and left. Fortunately it wasn't a resignation, but a note of leave.

Ritaquist was originally not allowed to write reports about Hogwarts school after Emily's incident, but now she is allowed to enter the school to report on the Triwizard Tournament... so she takes revenge.

Pomona poked hard at the hard soil with the shovel, but accidentally hit the mandrake in the pot. It screamed in the soil, and then stopped moving.

"Oh, hell." Pomona put down the shovel and was about to save the pot of mandrake, but found someone at the door.

It was Neville and Cedric who came to deliver herbs. They stood at the door chatting but did not come in.

Distraught as hell, she walked to the door to greet her two "distinguished Highnesses." Even though it hasn't snowed yet, it's already cold enough outside, so I can't come in and say anything.

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Ritaquist reported on Hermione right after the Yule Ball, and certainly not in a good direction.

Hermione received a lot of threatening letters, saying that she was a bad girl, and even Molly misunderstood her. The size of the Easter egg was pitiful compared to Harry's "dragon egg".

Although no one cares, Hermione's parents are dentists. If eating candy on Halloween is a child's "natural right", the dentist is the "devil" who puts toothbrushes in children's candy bags.

After going to school, going to the dentist is the second most feared thing for children, even if they can take time off from school on the day they go to the dentist.

In short, Pomona advised Minerva not to compensate Hermione in terms of "candy", as that was not what Hermione needed most.

That Muggle girl reminded her of the other two Muggle girls, except that one of them died from the damage caused by dark magic. Although the other luckily survived the damage caused by dark magic, she was left with an incurable scar in her heart. Hurt.

To desire things that do not depend on us is to set ourselves up for unhappiness.

Don't let your persistence and love swallow up the good side of you.

To be fair, Mrs. Potter did not do anything deviant. She was just obsessed with the fruits in the orchard.

Luna's mother died in a magic experiment. This is another way of married life. Women can also enjoy spiritual life instead of being jealous and suspicious like Hera.

As Cristina de Pisan said, “I close the door and stop being disturbed by the outside world.”

Lily actually has a very good talent for magic. She can continue her research with the financial support of her husband and be remembered like Madame Curie.

She felt disappointed, not because Lily wasted her talent, she had made James change, which was already a difficult thing to do.

Witches often gave up their gifts for love and family life.

Did she make any progress or achievements during her time in seclusion? There was nothing, she wasted her time, although she felt very happy during that time.

"What do you think?" Bonaparte asked everyone standing in front of the sculpture.

Georgiana looked at the dyspeptic expressions on everyone's faces, and even the most flattering person could not say that the sculpture was "beautiful" against his will.

But this is Napoleon's personality, what he likes, everyone should also like it.

"Does this sculpture have any meaning?" Lucien asked, holding the wine glass.

"I found that today's art has no innovative ideas at all. It seems that the treasure house of myths has been empty." Napoleon said to everyone, "So I thought of this story."

Then he told the story that Georgiana told last night about the goddess of fate asking Zeus for the rank of Heracles in the constellation sequence.

"We all have a central force, although most people neither understand nor feel it." Bonaparte scanned the crowd with sharp eyes. "I tell the soldiers, you are rushing from the Apennine plateau like a mountain torrent. Go down, defeat and destroy all enemies that stand in your way. This allowed them to overcome the fatigue of crossing the Alps and continue their rapid march. If human activities are not inspired by ideals, they will become empty and insignificant. What do you think makes Herak? Did Les accept the challenge from the goddess of destiny?"

"It's an honor," someone said in the crowd.

"What do you think? Georgiana," Lucien asked.

She looked at the others, and they looked at her as if she was the one who missed the question and told everyone what was on the final exam.

"He deserves that position." Georgiana said weakly, "He has gone through so many hardships..."

"Life is fickle, and so is good luck." Napoleon interrupted her forcefully. "Everyone often talks about someone having good luck, but the goddess of fate did not play any role in Hercules' adventures. In fact, The ruthless goddess of fate took away the life of Admetus. When Hercules wandered sadly, it was Admetus who took him in. She would never be moved by entreaties, nor would she change her original intention by threats. , no one can capture her easily, it is the power of human will that makes Hercules the tamer of fate, of course, now we are also included, do you think the mighty Hercules can stop the flood?"

No one answered, everyone seemed to be frightened by him.

"We all have a central power. Although most people don't understand it and can't feel it, do you feel it now?" He smiled elegantly, his eyes were starry and dazzling. "We don't need to be afraid. There is no need to clasp your hands and ask her to bless your destiny.”

Georgiana felt that people should be in awe, whether it was the gods or the mountains squeezed out of the sea by time and the movement of the earth.

She glanced at Lucien. The Bonaparte children looked a bit like Letizia, but more importantly, their bodies were almost perfect, although they were not tall among the Gauls.

"vive Napoleon!"

One of the Guardsmen drew his saber and shouted.

The rest of the people reacted and shouted together.

But not everyone, at least not Georgiana and Schaptal.

She touched her forehead, trying to calm down, and raised her hand to take a sip of wine, but found that her hand was trembling.

"I remember that you seemed to have said that power should not be placed in the wrong hands."

Someone seemed to be saying in her ear.

That was true, but she was patronizing him to make him happy.

In fact, the Milanese viper and the Sardinian rooster are not on the military flag, but the family emblem.

There was a woman named Bealichet, the daughter of the tyrant of Ferrara, who married two husbands. Legend has it that the coats of arms of two men were left on her tombstone.

She first married Nino of Pisa, who governed the Galura state and Sardinia as a judge, and then married the son of Villagonti, the tyrant of Milan. After the death of her second husband, she did not remarry and waited for her. The son became a tyrant and lived happily in his later years.

The natural creations of creation will age. Who can imagine David's muscles flabby?

As a competitor of nature, what is created is eternal. This is no longer a simple imitation, if nature is the best teacher.

There is no perfection in this world, although there are imperfections, we must find ways to make up for those imperfections.

But her voice was drowned out by the cheers.

Napoleon also famously said that genius is like a meteorite, destined to burn itself to illuminate his era.

But why did she feel that he was more like a comet, which originally had a place in the constellation, but fell from the starry sky.