Harry Potter Morning Light

Aristotle once asked, why do people gather together?

Although everyone who comes to Hogwarts to study has received an admission letter, not everyone comes here to study.

Some people have achieved outstanding results in Quidditch and become professional players, while others are starting businesses and becoming their own bosses.

Some people get together to accomplish something that one person cannot accomplish. In fact, the currents in the Adriatic Sea are already relatively weak. After all, it is a closed sea like the Red Sea. If the paddlers work together, they can still sail out of this place. A complex sea area.

“Have you ever seen a wild boar in the wild?”

asked the old wizard in his starry robes as he accompanied Dumbledore on a stroll along the Canal St. Martin, ignored by the nearby Muggles running along the canal.

"Boar?" Pomona asked incredulously.

"I think they can resolve our long-standing differences." Dumbledore looked at the road under his feet and said, "Wild boars live in groups. They will accept stray young wild boars and let outsiders eat and move with them. But when When the herd encounters a threat, the strongest male wild boar will drive the outsider away to attract the attention of the predator, which is their survival strategy.”

She was speechless.

"The male deer will rush to the rescue when the herd is in danger." Dumbledore continued.

"But Harry is not a boar or a deer." Pomona corrected. "He is a human being!"

"Minerva feels the same way as you do," Dumbledore smiled. "Even though you sometimes agree with me, Professor."

She breathed heavily, thinking of how to retort to him.

"He is not alone." Dumbledore said slowly. "He still has friends. What about you?"

"I have friends too," Pomona countered intuitively.

"You mean, Severus?" Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at her through his half-moon glasses.

She subconsciously took a step back, but she felt confident again.

"Friends don't have to be the same as Ron and Hermione... Besides, Ron and Hermione are also married."

The old fool's eyes turned elsewhere.

Pomona followed his line of sight and found an ice cream vendor with a clown playing an accordion next to him, attracting many children.

"Would you like one, Professor?" Pomona said to Dumbledore with a smile.

"If I were in Italy, I would eat all the Italian ice cream." Dumbledore said with a smile, "How many flavors of ice cream have you eaten?"

Actually only vanilla, again in Padua.

she thought to herself.

"How about trying other flavors?" Dumbledore encouraged.

"Severus said you raised him like a piglet in order to kill him at the right time." Pomona said, "That's why you told me the story about the wild boar herd? Just like you told me I told you the story of the ugly duckling?”

"I think you learned something here." Dumbledore smiled. "You have been very obedient before."

In fact, she was not so obedient before she came to this world, but it was because Severus was around.

"Have you ever read the Muggle comics that students read?" Dumbledore suddenly said, "There is a character, I remember his name is Batman."

"I know him," Pomona said.

"He has an enemy, he has two faces." Dumbledore pointed to his face because of the asymmetry of his nose. "He has a saying, either die like a hero, or live and watch yourself become a hero." Villain, what do you think of this title?”

"lady."

She turned her head subconsciously, and the Canal Saint-Martin disappeared under the summer sunshine, replaced by the dark observatory.

"Don't you feel cold?" Bougainville said softly.

She half sat up. She was currently lying on the lounge chair, covered with a thin cashmere blanket.

"Compared to Scotland?" Georgiana smiled. "It's like summer here."

Bougainville sighed, "Both the Ambassador and the Earl have left."

She didn't understand why Cikoñara was suddenly so enthusiastic about Slovenia.

When she thought of Jean de Bry, he once went to Germany as an ambassador with two other people, but he was the only one who returned to France alive.

"Send more manpower to protect the count's safety." Georgiana said softly.

"I know, what else do you have to explain?" Bougainville asked.

The cost of the Saint-Martin Canal is estimated to be 30 million francs. How can the people of Lyon come up with 10 million francs to support this "waste"?

There are also Rivoli Street, the Slaughterhouse, the Arc de Triomphe, etc.

Not only were the French unable to borrow war loans from the Genoese, but the British were also unable to do so. William Pitt Jr. invented the income tax to increase expenditures and pay for the military expenditures of allies, but European allies were simply unreliable...

"There are no sea monsters in the Adriatic Sea, but there are mermaids." Georgiana said while lying on a lounge chair. "The warmer the water, the more beautiful they are."

"If I were decades younger, I might be interested in them." Bougainville said. "Are they dangerous?"

"Of course," Georgiana said. "They are still beautiful and dangerous monsters."

Bougainville smiled.

"Remember the monkeys I told you about last time?" Bougainville said with fascination, "You may not believe it, I want to meet them again."

"You're crazy," Georgiana said, looking at the ceiling.

Like the ceilings of many palaces, it is painted, but it is not the paradise of the painting. Apollo is with the Muses.

The Muses are often called "mad" or "tempestuous" because they were once dominated by Dionysus and later by Apollo.

"No, maybe I'm crazy." She looked at the ceiling and said, "Do you know how to pronounce 'urinal' in Italian?"

"I don't know," said Bougainville

"Vespasiani, this word is related to the Roman Emperor Vespasian." Georgiana took two deep breaths. "The ancient Romans used urine to soften wool, which led to the profitable collection of urine, and then Vespasian was interested in those who The man who collects urine says to his son 'pecunia no olet', which means money does not stink, and gives the gold coin in his hand to his son to smell."

Bougainville made no comment, and Georgiana paid no attention to what he thought.

The day after Vespasian died, Mount Vesuvius erupted and Pompeii was buried in ash.

She seemed to see fire in front of her eyes, but she couldn't tell whether the fire was ordinary fire or the heavenly fire stolen by Prometheus.

"Leon told me that what he saw in religion was not this life and the afterlife, but the mystery of order. The concept of God can ensure that people do good and avoid evil. But just now Chiconyara told me that God is not there..."

"What he meant was hope, ma'am," Bougainville said. "Despair can sometimes feel like you're being drowned by the tide."

She could feel it... luckily she knew about the gillweed, which could breathe underwater.

In addition, she also knows the bubble head spell and can observe the humans in the "fish tank" through the glass at the bottom of the lake.

"How do you think the sardine farm problem can be solved?" Georgiana asked Bougainville.

"Leave it to the garrison to think about, otherwise they will be like the garrison in Gibraltar." Bougainville said dully.

Thinking about it from another angle, others are living wonderful lives, but I am "wasting my time" on the island, holding on to an "important position" that doesn't even have water. Who doesn't want to drink some wine and get drunk to death?

"I still want the governor." Georgiana grabbed Bougainville's arm. "Please think of a way."

"There is something I didn't say just now. There are still some Egyptian expeditionary forces on the ship in the Mediterranean." Bougainville said expressionlessly, "Should you think of something for them?"

She looked at him in shock.

"Think you are dancing a pas de deux, follow in his footsteps." After Bougainville finished speaking, he covered her with the blanket again. "Go to sleep. I will wake you up if there is news."

"Including those from the stars?" she said with a half-joking smile.

He said nothing, stood up, and walked to the desk where she had been just now.

She did not remember how she got to the deck chair, but she did remember the dream about the Canal Saint-Martin, and the deer and the wild boar.

She began to feel sleepy again, and in a trance she seemed to be in a flooded field. A herd of wild boars were running on the grassy field, and a herd of deer was jumping not far away.

They jumped very high, as if they were about to fly.

Then she felt herself flying too, as if she had turned into a bird.

Not far away, the king in chainmail came with his army, but they came not to fight, but to hunt.

They released an eagle, whose instinct is to hunt for itself. The falcon, which should have been interested in the sparrow, flew towards the wild boar and screamed at the king.

Sure enough, the wild boar felt the danger and drove a young wild boar out of the herd. If the wolves were chasing them, this trick might have worked, but the humans followed the falcons, and the falcons followed the pigs.

She wanted to see how the deer were doing, so she turned around and soon saw the herd.

Then she heard the sound of a trumpet.

She turned her head and saw a group of lightly dressed nomads following her.

It turns out she is an eagle too.

She looked at the deer below, and then at the king and knights hunting the wild boar.

Where should she fly next?