Harry Potter Morning Light

Georgiana trotted around the estate in Chiconyara.

In fact, there is another version of the myth about Delphi. After the Titan goddess Leto became pregnant with Zeus's child, Hera sent Pyton to try to persecute Leto. All the gods did not dare to intervene. Only Leto's sister accepted her. .

When Apollo grew up, he went to seek revenge on Python, so he came to Delphi. At this time, the oracle at Delphi belonged to Gaia. Python fled into Gaia's oracle, and Apollo boldly He broke in and shot Piton dead with an arrow at the cleft in the rock where the priestess was sitting.

Apollo was punished for trespassing on the holy land, and the gods established the Pithian Games, which Apollo presided over as atonement for his blasphemous behavior.

Halfway through the walk, she seemed to hear a Parselmouth, a rustling voice that seemed to say not to go any further.

At this time, Georgiana seemed to hear footsteps. She quickly opened one of the doors and walked in. The room was dark.

She leaned her ear against the door, and there were indeed footsteps outside the door. She waited until the sound was far away before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she turned and looked behind her, it was so dark she couldn't see anything, so she pulled her wand from the trembling flower and lit up the room with fluorescent flashes.

The walls are full of portraits, mostly of young women. Although they have different expressions... they all have only heads.

This weird painting made her feel cold all over, but she still insisted on walking in. There was a large cabinet at the end of the room. One side of the cabinet was made of transparent glass, and you could see many ceramic dolls displayed in the cabinet.

They are so delicately made that they look like shrunken people.

"Don't touch."

Someone said in the darkness.

Georgiana subconsciously pointed her wand at him.

"Those dolls are not yours to touch," Grando said.

"Where is this place?" Georgiana asked. "What are those dolls?"

"What do you think?" Grando looked at her with complicated eyes.

Georgiana pointed her wand at the dolls.

"I can feel death," Georgiana said.

"The soil that decomposes people is easier to glaze. The soil used to make these dolls comes from large tomb pits." Grando looked at the paintings on the wall. "The people in these paintings are all dead."

Georgiana pointed her wand at the portraits of heads, hundreds of them.

"These are the nobles whose heads were beheaded during the Revolution?"

"Don't get me wrong, they are all Russians." Grando said, "Let's get out of here."

She followed Grando out of this strange room.

They walked to a place overlooking the garden downstairs, and the lively atmosphere drove away the chill from her body.

"What happened in that room just now?" Georgiana asked.

Grando breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you heard about the Countess of Chiconyara?"

Georgiana nodded.

“Her first husband, Count Veronese’s grandfather, was a painter who served Queen Catherine, and those paintings were painted by him during his Russian period, from 1756 to 1762. Grando lowered his voice, "Do you know what happened during that time?"

Although Georgiana didn't know much about Russian history, she probably knew about Queen Catherine. She and her husband had such a bad relationship at the time that it was rumored that the heir Paul she gave birth to in 1754 was not the Tsar's son.

At that time, the previous female tsar was still alive. Until 1761, Queen Catherine had three options at that time. One was to continue to be Peter's wife and live and die with him. The other was to submit to the situation and be captured or deposed by Peter. Entering the monastery, the third was to take initiative, and then Queen Catherine launched a coup, deposed her husband, and became the queen herself.

"He married her because of these portraits?" Georgiana asked.

“…Cemeteries used to be the burial grounds for poor and unfortunate citizens, and nobles would be buried in their own or family cemeteries. Graves were places for mourning, but at that time human corpses were thrown into grave pits like garbage. , they were not even laid flat properly, and generally speaking, cemeteries are free to enter and exit, not to mention those things that desecrate the deceased." Grando said, "The portrait just now is only part of it, he painted thousands of them."

Georgiana sort of figured it out.

Although she didn't understand why Chiconyala was offering sacrifices to Russian nobles.

"Are you really going to follow Queen Catherine's example?" Grando asked.

"I'm just making a metaphor." Georgiana corrected, "How much do you know about Chiconyara?"

"What did he take you to do just now?" Grando asked.

She hesitated.

"He is a good translator. If God makes people speak different languages ​​so that they cannot communicate and builds the Tower of Babel, he is the one who can try to make everyone communicate," Grando said.

"He took me to meet someone." Georgiana touched the new necklace around her neck, "This was given to me by him."

Maybe because the light was too dark, Grando didn't see anything special about this necklace.

"I just heard downstairs that this war is related to you?" Grando asked.

"Of course not!" Georgiana said coldly.

Grando glanced downstairs again, and Caroline happened to pass by them.

"You're not going to stop her?" Grando asked.

"I have just arrived in Milan, and this queen bee knows many more people than I do."

Grando looked at Georgiana.

"Did you know that there can only be one queen in a hive?" Georgiana asked.

"You haven't thought about replacing her?" Grando asked.

"If a new queen appears in the hive, she will leave with half of the swarm." Georgiana looked downstairs, and Caroline happened to see her and raised her hand to say hello to Georgiana.

"At least she told me what she was going to do." Georgiana also smiled and greeted Caroline, "Instead of having to investigate and guess in the dark."

Grando looked at her silently.

Compared to the immortality of the soul, Epicurus believed that happiness is immortal and that people can feel nothing after death.

It is natural for people to want to eat caviar, just like wanting to eat bread, but there is no pain in getting bread but not caviar. Empty desires are unnatural and unnecessary desires. The desire for food is natural, but not for caviar, even though caviar is food.

Just north of Trieste is Udine, where records of the Inquisition describe wizards and "guarantors of the harvest" often fighting at night.

People believe that bad harvests are caused by wizards, and "harvest guarantors" who use "wooden sticks" like wizards can guarantee a good harvest. Even werewolves dare to claim to be good harvests and fight against the servants of Satan.

"A wild child was found near Avignon. I went to see it...I think if the child is well educated, he will become a human being."

"Let's go down," said Georgiana.

As for Grando's views on education, she can only say that everyone has his own ambitions...

"Is Veronese the same Veronese who painted The Wedding of Cana?" asked Georgiana.

Grando nodded.

"It's a title, like the Duke of Richelieu..."

"Damn it!" Georgiana cursed in English, startling Grando.