Harry Potter Morning Light

Nietzsche once said:

You say to me: Life is unbearable.

Life is too much to bear: but don't pretend to be gentle before me! We are all good pack-donkeys.

What do we have in common with rosebuds?

It trembled because a drop of dew lay on it.

Really, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.

There is always a certain madness in love. But there is always some rationality in the madness.

To me, a life-loving person, butterflies, soap bubbles and the like among humans seem to know happiness best.

The sight of these light, silly, slender, and charming little creatures in flight induced Zarathustra to shed tears and to sing again.

I should just believe in a god who knows how to dance.

And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, and majestic: this is the god of gravity, and everything falls because of him.

A huge soap bubble suddenly appeared in front of Georgiana. Before she could react, it burst in front of her. She blinked subconsciously, but the "little angels" next to her felt that the prank was successful. , jumping happily with reeds and soapy water.

Behind them were other children, who were also blowing colorful soap bubbles with various "tools". They were flying everywhere in the yard of the "Little Star" orphanage, and some even flew very high, towards the opposite direction. Fly towards the monastery where Leonardo da Vinci's "The Last Supper" is located.

She felt that those soap bubbles could not fly into the restaurant because it was too far away.

At the same time, she had a strong sense of unreality because this place was too close to "The Last Supper".

"It's very beautiful. How did you think of it?" Fredly said, looking at the soap bubbles floating in the air.

"I just had an inspiration suddenly." Georgiana said casually.

"How did it come?" Fredly looked at her and asked.

Mainly because Luigi said that riding a horse is very handsome, and then Georgiana saw the painting "Napoleon Crossing the Alps" painted by David. He was wearing a majestic dress and riding a tall horse, but in fact he was wearing a gray coat and riding a horse. It's a donkey.

"As long as it looks good, why does it matter so much?" Georgiana teased.

"Is it related to Mr. Smith?" Friedley said jokingly.

After being reminded by him, Georgiana remembered.

Did Tom play with blowing soap bubbles before in the orphanage?

Even Ron's family went to Egypt, but Tom's summer vacation went to a rocky island with no scenery or humanities at all, and it later became the place where he hid his Horcrux.

"What's the story?" Fredly asked "out of curiosity".

"It's a long story." Georgiana sighed and looked at Fredly. "Do you think there will be bad people among these children when they grow up?"

Fredly looked at her in surprise, and then at the "little angels". They were either chasing and fighting, or waiting for a sumptuous lunch at the table.

Easter is coming, and although it still has a while to wait, what the heck.

"I can't see that," Fredley said. "They are all good kids in my eyes."

This visit to the orphanage was a sudden idea for Georgiana. Although the children were wearing old clothes, some of which had patches, at least they looked clean and tidy.

They are not obviously malnourished, but children always like to eat delicious food. As long as students at Hogwarts are away from their parents' supervision, they will eat snacks as their staple food. The dining car on the Hogwarts Express only has sweets. .

"I'm thinking... what Tom lacks is his own pampering." Georgiana said, "With his mother's pampering, he will become a willful bad boy instead of relying on himself for everything."

"What?" Fredly asked inexplicably.

"I don't want to become a terrible woman." Georgiana smiled at Fredly. "But I also don't want to become a rose that trembles because a drop of dew falls on itself. When you come to the end of the light, , and then decide to step into the unknown darkness, two things will happen, either you will find a stable footing, or you will learn to fly.”

She looked up at the soap bubbles floating in the air, "All things fall because of the devil, as if they were dragged into the abyss by him. Do you think this explanation is enough?"

Fredley seemed to be savoring it.

There is something else before that long paragraph:

He who can climb the highest mountain can laugh at all the sorrows of play and all the sorrows of earnestness.

Bravery, indifference, ridicule, cruelty - this is what wisdom requires of us, it is a woman who always loves only warriors.

Guilt is a powerful force. When people are resentful, they will find the culprit who caused them pain at all costs. When they are guilty, they treat themselves with the same attitude as they treat the culprit.

Tom never felt guilty for hurting other children in the orphanage, but he felt a little "guilty" when he hurt Myrtle and caused her death.

Snakes have no eyelids. If Tom opens his eyes and talks into the eyes of the basilisk, he will be killed by the basilisk.

"But I remember that Newton said gravity was given by God." Fredley said, "But you said the devil controls gravity."

She felt that it was too shocking to say "God is dead" now, although now "probably" no one would take her to the Inquisition for a "witch trial".

"Who is Tom?" Fredley asked, as if she answered this question, he would not ask the answer to the previous question.

"He believes in the soul, even if it is rooted in evil." She said coldly, "The higher he wants to go, the more violently his roots extend into evil."

"How about changing it to good soil?" Fredley asked.

"Look around you." Georgiana looked at Fredley, "What do you see?"

Fredley looked around again.

"It's like a soap bubble, beautiful, but fragile. Milan has been invaded by war too many times." Georgiana reached out to take a soap bubble and let it hover in her palm, like holding a crystal ball. "I don't want to pretend to be gentle... Maybe this is why Mr. Smith still loves Lily. She is a gentle woman who will be like a lioness, blocking the people she wants to protect behind her."

"Lioness? Gentle?" Fredley said with difficulty.

"I told him to learn skills, to fight, to protect his honor, and if possible, to protect me." She gently squeezed the soap bubble in her hand, and it broke, but it was not like the crystal ball breaking into pieces, but turned into nothingness, as if it had never appeared. "But he wanted to go higher until the woman he loved appeared in the prophecy."

"What prophecy?" Fredley asked.

Before she could answer, a little girl was pushed by her friends to Georgiana.

"Are you the Queen of Lombardy?" the little girl asked, and one of her front teeth fell out.

Georgiana squatted down to make her eyes level with the little girl.

"Why are you asking this?" Georgiana asked.

"Can I see your crown? Every princess has a crown." The little girl said.

The little girl obviously didn't understand the difference between "Queen" and "Princess", but which girl wouldn't be interested in jewelry inlaid with diamonds?

"This is the Southern Alpine Republic, not the Kingdom of Lombardy." Georgiana said to the girl calmly, "There is no queen, and there is no crown."

The little girl looked like she was about to cry, as if Georgiana didn't have a crown, and she was more sad than Georgiana.

"If you want to wear a crown, I have a way." Georgiana said, and asked someone to get laurel, braided it into a laurel wreath, and then put it on the girl's head.

"Okay." Georgiana said with a smile, and the little girl wore her "crown" and went to play other games.

"Queen of Lombardy?" Fredley asked meaningfully.

"Someone told me that it is not important how others see you, but how to see others see us." Georgiana looked at Fredley "I don't think Bonaparte is so handsome, and Mr. Smith doesn't need to wear a skull mask."

Fredley laughed.

She didn't know what he was laughing at, but soon her attention was drawn elsewhere. Magenta actually came, and he brought a friend.

"Please wait." Georgiana said to Fredley and walked forward.

Nietzsche once advised people not to work, but to fight; not peace, but victory. When work becomes a struggle, peace will become a victory.

War and courage have done more great things than love. It is not your sympathy, but your courage that saves the victims.

Severus read this passage to her. He read it in German and read it in English.

Every day that you don't dance is a waste of life.

She really wanted to ask Nietzsche what people in wheelchairs should do? Although she didn't know whether Nietzsche would be born again if "history" changed so much.

When you reach the end of the light and decide to step into the unknown darkness, two things will happen: either you find a stable foothold or you learn to fly.

——Patrick Overton