Harry Potter Morning Light

In order to maintain a beautiful appearance, women really exhausted all methods. In order to keep her body upright, Princess Sissi never slept with a pillow. , Horseback riding, swimming, gymnastics, even playing horizontal and parallel bars, rings, and dumbbells.

If it is a French or Russian girl, there may be more ballet students, but Princess Sissi is a Bavarian, and she has a temperament that is different from ordinary court women.

She has hair that reaches to her feet and spends hours combing carefully every day.

In the Grimm's fairy tales, there is a princess with long hair who is locked up by a witch in a high tower in the forest. There are no stairs or doors, but a small window on the top of the tower.

Whenever the witch wanted to go in, she would stand under the tower and tell her to hang down her hair, and the long-haired girl would let down her long hair, which was as thick as gold silk, and let the witch climb up.

Then one day a prince riding through the forest happened to pass the tower. He suddenly heard a beautiful singing voice, he couldn't help but followed the singing to find the past, and found the long-haired girl on the high tower. She was lonely and bored, so she had to spend time by the small window, combing her hair and singing.

She looked like the old ballad sung by the girl with the harp in the dining car:

Lips, round as June berries, red as roses.

Her skin was as white as moonlight, her eyes were as blue as the sea and sky, and as clear as running water.

The prince fell in love with her immediately.

The prince wanted to climb to the top of the tower to meet her, so he looked for the door everywhere, but he couldn't find it. When he returned to the palace, the singing had moved him so deeply that he rode to the forest every day to listen to it. One day he was standing behind a tree and saw the witch coming, and heard her calling to the top of the tower: "Let down your hair."

Immediately the girl let down her braid, and the witch climbed up by it.

Later, the prince observed for a while, and felt that the time was right, so he followed the witch's example and asked the girl to let down her hair.

She did so, but it was not a witch who climbed up, but a creature she had never seen before—a man. She was locked up in a high tower by a witch since she was a child, and she had never seen a man before, so she was taken aback.

But the Prince spoke kindly to her, and said how his heart was so moved by her singing, that he could not find peace for a moment, and insisted on coming to see her. The girl gradually lost her fear, and when he asked her if she would marry him, she didn't quite understand what that meant, but she said, "I would very much like to go with you, but I don't know how Go down. Bring me a piece of silk thread every time you come, and I will weave a ladder with it. When the ladder is finished, I will climb down, and you will carry me on your horse."

The prince went there many times, each time with a silk thread. Gradually, a rope ladder was woven. At the same time, the girl with long hair was also pregnant. When he went up, he found that it was not a beautiful girl but a witch who was waiting for him. The prince was in great pain and asked desperately where the girl had gone. The witch threw him down from the tower, and he fell into the thorn bushes. He died, but his eyes were stabbed and blinded.

He walked aimlessly in the forest, ate only grass roots and berries, and cried bitterly for the loss of his lover every day. In this way he wandered through the forest for several years, until at last he came to the wilderness where the girl suffered, and the girl had given birth to twins, a son and a daughter.

The prince heard a voice speaking, and felt that the voice was very familiar, so he walked towards it. The girl recognized him at once as he approached, and threw her arms around his neck and began to cry. Two tears from hers moistened his eyes and brought them back to light. He could see again as before, and he returned to his kingdom with his wife and children.

The founders of Hogwarts believed that boys were not to be trusted, and they were not allowed to go to the girls' dormitories.

Pomona remembered to guard against the boys, but she forgot to guard against one person, she was like the silly Rapunzel who let the prince into her door, hoping that he would set her free.

But she just jumped from one cage to another, a cage called family.

Poets and writers say that family is a warm haven, so it takes time, at least Molly doesn't think so every time she is crying because of her twins.

More than once Pomona had heard Molly roar and threaten to put Fred and George in cages.

Molly doesn't have a slender waist like Princess Sissi, nor is she an athlete like Princess Sissi, but she is very healthy, not as weak as Princess Sissi, and likes to travel, she has been staying in the Burrow.

She's a strong woman, even if she can't handle a boggart.

"Now, your lips are like June berries." After a long kiss, Mr. Patriot held her chin and plumped her lips as if examining his own masterpiece. "Maybe a little too red, Rose Is it this color?"

"We're two idiots like Lavender and Ron," she said tearfully, pouting.

"Grow your hair long, senior." He didn't care what she said at all. "I believe it must be like a silver-woven waterfall."

"Where did the others go?" She looked around, but she didn't see anyone else coming to the viewing car.

"Lunch time." He licked his lips and said suddenly, "Blueberry jam."

"What?"

"Your new nickname."

She beat him furiously.

"What the hell is going on in your head!"

"What were you thinking just now?"

"Arthur and Molly." She was very worried, George's condition is not good now, can Molly handle it?

"Look, Blueberry Jam is smaller than Molly, wow!"

Pomona pinched his waist and eyes desperately.

"What a fool you are! Severus Snape!"

After she shouted, she became nervous. What if anyone thinks of something when they hear this name?

As a result, he took this opportunity to push her onto the sofa.

"what are you doing!"

"Punishment." He started scratching her armpit.

"Stop!" she screamed, laughing.

"You know I'm not going to stop." He smiled smugly. "How dare you compare me to that stupid Ron."

"Don't be like this, someone will come later." She said softly.

"Even if they see it, you can oblivion them." He brushed her hair aside. "You're the best oblivionist."

She didn't feel very proud.

Veela's spiritual magic talent is useless in front of Voldemort, he is really terrible.

"Are we there, Nurmengard," she asked. "Is that why you passed here at night?"

"The other road doesn't go through here," he said over the rumble of the train. "This road is new."

"At least they didn't set up a station here as a tourist attraction." She said weakly.

Gellert Grindelwald spent 53 years in this prison he built himself, and he became less and less beautiful, just like Albus, who used to look like a gentle man in that picture Angel.

"There is no other way to go up except the entrance. Tom Riddle flew up." He sat up straight again. "The entrance is restricted by Albus, no one can pass through."

"Not even a broomstick?" She sat up, too.

"How much do you know about the Firebolt?" he asked without hope.

"Uh... the best broomstick in the world?"

"Why am I not surprised at all? What a clever answer." He smirked and said, "Why don't you say that the Inferi is solid?"

"You know I don't know about that broom sport!" She tore at his sleeve like a teenage girl with a degenerate brain.

"Broom sports?"

"Damn! What the hell are you trying to say!" She finally lost her temper.

"Randolph Badmore, the inventor of the Firebolt, his family lives in Bavaria." Severus said in a deep voice, "Who else knows how to defend against it better than an expert on the broomstick? And the headmaster's office at Hogwarts , we can only go up from the statue of the gargoyle."

"But, I mean..."

"Only the headmaster of Hogwarts can enter and exit through the window, and there are magical animals like Fawkes. Tom Riddle's new body is not human, and defensive magic cannot recognize him, so he can enter Nurmengard." He took out a cigarette. "I just want to know if Grindelwald will escape from prison in other ways."

"Tom believes he killed the real Grindelwald."

"How did you know?"

She held back the words that blurted out at the critical moment.

"He found the real Elder Wand, in Albus' grave."

"He told me there was no difference between the Elder Wand and the one he got from Ollivander years ago." His tone was calm, not emotional at all. A wand does not show its legendary powers, it makes no difference, he said the word twice."

"You mean..."

"Fakes, I think elderberries should not be hard to come by, and there are so many Thestrals around the Forbidden Forest. The founder of the school made his own wands at first, including Helena's and Barrow's wands."

"How is that possible!"

"You can ask them, Rowena's foot was corroded when they got entangled in a thorn tree when they were looking for wood in the Forbidden Forest, that kind of tree became Hufflepuff's secret, right? ?”

Pomona covered her head.

"I think, in the end, we were played by them." Severus looked out the window "He said, he kept wondering why the Elder Wand didn't serve him as well as it was said to serve its owner , I think I know the answer, he's not human at all, and the wand isn't real either..."

"How did Harry escape the Avada Kedavra?" she interrupted him. "That wand is real, and the combination of the three Deathly Hallows is so powerful."

"That's just a fairy tale. Both the Invisibility Cloak and the Elder Wand are man-made."

"And what about the resurrection stone?"

"Damn it." He cursed, "It's that rock again!"

"Who is the real owner of that wand?" she thought, resting her chin.

The Elder Wand is said to be the strongest wand, but also the least sentimental, calm and cruel.

This kind of death stick should have no loyalty.

"I know whom my wand is loyal to." He whispered in her ear "Only you."

Pomona paid no attention to the hands that wandered over her.

In the Kabbalah tree of life, Death and the Queen are in understanding this chakra, which is a simple way to understand the Tarot cards taught by Trelawney.

The queen represents love, and the god of death does not necessarily represent cruelty. It represents the end of this state, which is rebirth and transformation.

Hades fell in love with the young Persephone at first sight and abducted her to the underworld. In order to regain her daughter, Demeter asked Zeus to come forward to make a ruling. Under the pressure of her elder brother and sister, Zeus finally ordered Persephone to spend half of each year in the underworld as the queen of the underworld to perform her duties, and the other half of the time to return to her mother. So when Persephone was in the underworld, the seeds fell asleep, and Demeter was heartbroken because her daughter was not around, causing the earth to lose its vitality and become barren, and the four seasons were formed from this.

"Don't..." The magical hands brought her back to her thoughts, she resisted, but was defeated.

"Let's go back to the box." After speaking, he stood up and walked back holding her arm.

After all, he still can't do the kind of embarrassing thing in public. Even if the memory can be forgotten with the Forgetting Curse, he will always remember it, especially when the Unforgivable Curse is used.

Did Grindelwald really love Albus and was so heartbroken to die at the news of his death or did he just pretend to love Albus and actually use Albus?

A man with a hairy heart is not worthy of love. He is cold and hard-hearted. To achieve his goals, he will do whatever it takes. He dares to do any bad things. Such a person, even if he is good at the beginning, will eventually become a monster, a devil , this kind of thing.

He represents the darkest and coldest side of human nature, just like the deep sea or abyss that never sees the sun.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Albus Dumbledore fell, and he chose to end his life by falling from a height.

But even the hearts of fallen angels are bright, just like the stars in the sky, which seem to disappear in the darkness at any time, but they can still be seen as long as they are carefully observed with an astronomical telescope.