Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1060 Guardian Bird

  Liverpool used to be a small fishing village just like Venice, named after a bird that looks like a seagull.

  The badge of this bird can be seen on the team logo of the Liverpool team. At the same time, this bird is also the city bird of Liverpool. There are two big rusty bronze birds on the top of the clock tower by the Mersey River.

  Pomona looked at it with a small bronze sculpture, which was based on the strange bird sculpture in the maze.

According to ancient legends, the knives are always in pairs, a male and a female. These two knives have their own responsibilities. Bella watches the sea level, looks at the returning fishermen’s family, and protects the ships passing by. Can sail into the port of Liverpool safely; Bertie has been watching the entire city and guarding the safety of every citizen.

  But Bella will never be able to, and it is better not to look back at Bertie, because it is said that the moment when these two birds face each other, it is the moment when Liverpool is wiped out.

The   liwu bird does not look like a bird because it is not a real bird, but a fictional one, usually seen as a combination of a cormorant and an eagle.

  In the past few hundred years, especially after the Industrial Revolution, as the scope of human activities has expanded, there have been many extinct animals, even before they were discovered by humans.

  The ball escape bird is called the dodo by Muggles. They are extinct in the eyes of Muggles, and specimens can only be found in museums.

  Pomona did not know the bird in her hands, so she could only ask an ornithologist for help.

  She also can’t figure out why she thinks of this place. Mingscamander lives in Dorset on the north bank of the English Channel.

   "Mistress." Kliche showed his figure next to her, "When shall we go back to that village?"

  "Don’t be impatient, Kliche, there are many people who want that piece of gold, we have to think of a way to get out of our body..."

   "If we can't get that piece of solar gold, can we use the current time converter to rescue Master Regulus first?" Kliche interrupted her impolitely.

   "Five minutes, Kliche, you also need to count the time you used to leave the rock by boat. You can't let the past you see the present you, or it will change history."

  Krichel thought for a while, and slapped himself on the head with his paw annoyed, perhaps because he felt it was not painful enough, he held a railing and slammed into it again.

   "Bad elf, Klitsch is a bad elf!"

  Pomona looked around. This hollow stainless steel railing would make a loud noise when it hits. She was really afraid that nearby Muggles would see a strange life like Kliche.

  It looks a lot like an alien, if it gets on the headlines of gossip magazines, it would be bad.

  "Stop, I order you to stop!" Pomona yelled anxiously. Kliche finally stopped self-punishing after hitting herself twice, and then covered her face and cried like a sentimental Dobby.

  Last night they listened to the football broadcast all night, and as expected, as Voldemort said, nothing happened, as if it was a false alarm.

But Pomona believes that the Aurors were all dispatched yesterday. Such a waste of manpower without accomplishing anything will definitely cause dissatisfaction among some people. Even if they remind them that this is a werewolf strategy, it will appear next time. It will appear next time, and no one will believe it if the story of the wolf is told too much.

  She has a lot of troubles, and now she is really not in the mood to comfort Klitsch, and Klitsch’s matter can't be solved with a cone.

   "You seem to be in trouble."

   Just when Pomona was at a loss, a person suddenly appeared beside her.

   "Your little elf, does it always like to punish itself so much?"

  Pomona looked at the man. He was about forty years old. His beard was neatly trimmed, but it made people unable to distinguish his appearance. Only those eyes, Pomona looked very familiar.

  "I have four children." The man said, "They are also annoying when they get involved, but after having them, I have learned what patience is. When I was studying, I would never have thought that I would become what I am now."

"you……"

   "I am also a wizard." The man interrupted Pomona. "I used to go to school at Hogwarts."

   "Oh, which year are you in?"

   "What about you?" he asked rhetorically.

  Pomona looked at this man strangely. Where did he emerge from?

   "I really like to come here to see the birds." He looked at the clock tower not far away and said, "The two birds are too pitiful. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can see each other at least a year, but their meeting means destruction."

   "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"

   "Don't you know this myth?"

   "Of course I know!" Pomona said, "but I think they are actually better than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Even if they can't see each other at least they can talk, the Cowherd and Weaver Girl only meet once a year."

  The man did not speak, nor did Pomona. Krichel stopped crying at this time. It looked at the man carefully with very confused eyes.

  "Vega, the brightest star in Lyra, is in the center of the zenith on Chinese Qixi Festival every year, just like all the stars revolve around it. Do you know the story of Lyra?"

   "I know." Pomona said in a daze.

  "Then do you like the story of Lyra or the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"

  Perhaps it inherited the belligerence and adventure spirit of the Greeks. The story of Lyra is related to the story of Jason’s acquisition of the Golden Fleece.

  The heroes returned on the Argo, passing by the Siren’s territory on the way.

  These sea monsters live on remote islands and sing "fascinating" songs all day long. The passersby are all intoxicated. The banshees sit in the bushes, showing only the faces of girls. They melodiously melodious songs, beautiful melody and fragrance of flowers floating on the boat.

Those who could not stand the temptation to go to the island were eventually killed by the banshee. The island was full of bones. The heroes were all tempted after hearing the singing. The oars were swaying more and more slowly, and the Argo was drifting in the wind. The ambition is gone, the ambition is gone, and the hometown, relatives, and motherland are all forgotten.

It’s too dangerous to go on like this, so Orpheus flicked the harp, a hero’s hymn broke through the sky, and the heroes awake from the banshee’s singing. Everyone tried their best to paddle the water, and the "Argo" seemed to be off the string The Arrow left the Demon Island.

  Lyra is shaped like a harp, but it is not arranged in the shape of a harp by the stars in the constellation. It is depicted as a bald eagle in older star charts.

  Pomona looked at the head of the sculpture. It did look a bit like a bald eagle.

   "Men like to be praised as heroes in the history of poetry, while women like love stories." Pomona murmured.

   "So you like the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl?" said the stranger.

   "No." She said flatly, "If I were the Weaver Girl, I would definitely elope."

   "Even if Cowherd used immoral means to marry her in the first place?" The stranger said, "He stole her clothes while she was in the shower."

   "I don't like these two stories." She said with a blank mouth.

  What if Jason became king? What he did made her hate "heroes".

"You know, Lyra, Cygnus, and Aquila represent the strange bird of Lake Stingfalos killed by Hercules in his sixth mission. The strange bird is the pet of the **** of war Ares and lives in Aris. Rhetia, the strange birds later migrated to Stingfalis Lake in order to avoid the wolves. Those birds have copper wings, claws and beaks, and their feathers are extremely sharp. When these birds shoot their feathers like arrows, their It is powerful enough to kill people." The stranger pointed to the sculpture in Pomona's hand and said, "It looks a lot like the strange bird of Stingfalis Lake."

   "Who are you?" Pomona asked.

  The stranger smiled at her, "I will tell you next time I meet."

  After speaking, he raised the collar of his jacket and walked away quickly. Pomona watched his back leave. Until I was blocked by a group of people wearing 70s clothes with tape recorders in their hands.

  Some of these people are young, and some are in their forties. They play "LoveMeDo" sung by the Beatles.

  This song was first released in 1962, but it was released again in 1982, and it instantly entered the top 4 of the list. Even twenty years later, it is still popular.

   "I hate this song." Voldemort's disgusting voice sounded in her mind.

   "That's a coincidence, I like this song." Pomona said triumphantly, searching everywhere, and finally found the red-eyed crow on a street lamp post.

   "Oh~ you are here." She said sweetly, "How did you get back to England, do you fly with your little wings?"

   "Don't talk to me like that!" Voldemort threatened viciously.

   "I seem to know what this bird is?" Pomona held up the sculpture and said, "How about we make a deal?"

   "I can capture mind and mind."

  "Then I'll give myself a'forget it all'."

   "Do you want to be a fool like Rohat?"

   "If it can prevent Voldemort from resurrecting? Yes, I will!" Pomona said without compromise, "Severus will do everything to stop you. You know how vengeful he is."

   "Ah!" The red-eyed crow yelled like a real crow with anger.

  "You can think about it slowly, how about you be my bodyguard today?"

   "Wow wow wow!"

  Voldemort seemed to be really annoyed by her, just like a real crow, he flew away with a strange cry.

   "The mission is complete, we can play in Liverpool for a while." Pomona threw the sculpture into the flannel pocket.

  Krichel was still looking at the direction the stranger had left.

Hercules not only concealed his identity and participated in the adventure, defeated strange birds, but also tame the bull of Crete. After his death, he ascended to the sacred mountain of Olympus and became a Hercules, but that person just looked nothing like He is a strong man.

   "It's weird." She murmured, "Go, Kliche."

  At this time, the Muggles in the colorful clothes gave way. The strange stranger just now disappeared, so Klitsch turned his head one step at a time, reluctantly and left with her.

  It didn’t take long for the crow that had run away in anger to follow, and the riverside trail was quiet again, except for the crazy muggles dancing with music.

  　Ding, tomorrow is the Qixi Festival, I wish you all a happy holiday in advance

  　　 Tomorrow is a good time to observe the Cowherd and Vega, so if you can go up the mountain to feed the mosquitoes.

  　　 Of course, Valentine’s Day is going to be too sweet (Torino chocolate is really sweet), I didn’t expect it, hahahaha

  (End of this chapter)