MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2647 Wind and Flowers (26)

   Chapter 2647 Wind and Flowers (twenty-six)

   Fudge and Damocles Belby both showed up at the breakfast as if they were treating the contest as a social event.

  Pomona watched them ferociously while drinking coffee, thinking that even if Damocles loses, he can recover his losses, because he can make many "friends" and expand his influence in the international potions world.

   "You are representing Hogwarts?"

  Pomona followed the sound and looked over.

   "Barcelona, ​​Hayden, it's an honor to meet you." The man reached out to Pomona. "I'm from Beauxbatons."

   "Nice to meet you." Pomona said in French "I came with a friend."

  Hayden was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I didn't expect that Professor Snape needed someone to cheer him up."

   "I didn't cheer him on," Pomona said dryly.

   "Of course, Potions isn't Quidditch. I didn't expect to get so much out of the UK this time. I originally planned to watch Quidditch. By the way, I'm a Tornado fan."

   "Do you like British professional teams?" Pomona asked in surprise.

  Hayden shrugged. "If I said the name of a French Quidditch team, would you know it?"

   "Try it," said Pomona with great interest.

   "Lance Dragonflies."

   "Is this the real name or did you make it up?" Pomona asked.

   "Look, that's why I said I'm a Tornado fan." Hayden laughed. "I like Quidditch, but you don't seem to like it very much."

  Pomona wanted to justify it, but later admitted it with a smile.

   "I'm more into food, what do you teach at Beauxbatons?" Pomona asked.

   "Entomology, but getting girls to accept what butterflies look like before metamorphosis is harder than I thought, so my classes are electives," Hayden said calmly.

   She thought for a moment, insects are also an important component of potions, although caterpillars are the natural enemies of many plants.

There is a kind of swallowtail called the Parisian swallowtail. It has this name not because it is produced in Paris, but because it has a turquoise blue spot on its hind wings. Europeans called that color Paris green at that time. .

  Its larvae like citrus plants very much, and its adults like white flowers, and it happens that the flowers of citrus are just white.

  Without human intervention, swallowtail butterflies pollinate white-flowered plants such as citrus, which bear fruit and are eaten by animals. But the swallowtail larvae eat the leaves of fruit trees, which will lead to reduced citrus production, so this beautiful butterfly is classified as a pest.

  Humans have created language and words to express and describe the feelings of external stimuli, but for animals that cannot express the ability, they do not know what they feel.

  The difference between human beings' perception of magical plants is based on human standards.

  Pomona couldn't help but think of the scene where Neville and Rue were together in the greenhouse... She thought she might be thinking too much, because she thought Neville looked like he was talking to a potted plant. Even hearing strange noises in the wizarding world is not a good thing, when the basilisk was moving in the castle, Harry heard its whining from the walls.

  It was weird enough to talk to a snake, let alone a potted plant, but she was only upset for a moment when a house-elf with a dinner plate came over and tugged at Pomona's skirt.

   "A wizard asked me to give it to you," the elf said to Pomona.

   This time Pomona didn't say thank you, she took the note from the elf, just glanced at it quickly, made an excuse to say goodbye to Hayden, and left the banquet hall.

She walked briskly, almost trotting, down the empty hallway, until she came to what might have been a witness waiting room, with an Auror standing outside the door, which was open and Severus could be seen Standing by the fireplace with his back to the door.

   "Can't close the door," the Auror said as she reached the door.

   "I'm not here to visit," Pomona said fiercely, and slammed the door shut.

   Hearing the door closing, Severus turned to look at her.

   "This isn't the first time you've made wolf-binding juice, Severus," Pomona said.

   "No, this is the first time." He said coldly, "I used an improved version of the wolf's poison potion before."

  Pomona chose to hold back, who made her forget what he asked her to do.

   "Aren't you worried?" he asked suddenly.

"what?"

   "Yeah, I'm the first, you don't have to worry about Lupin dying." He sneered sarcastically, but Pomona thought he meant something else.

   "Felius and I both have new developments in the Harry Potter Patronus investigation, how about you?" Pomona said.

   He frowned, looking at her in confusion.

   "Harry thinks he can successfully summon the Patronus because he knows he can succeed, so he doesn't have any hesitation and anxiety, just like you..."

   "I'm not nervous!" Severus interrupted her immediately, viciously.

   "What I want to say is that this kind of certainty gives Harry confidence. Lucius asked you how you would like to celebrate the end of the game, what do you think?" Pomona asked calmly.

   "Didn't he decide? Ball at Malfoy's?" Severus said.

   Pomona looked at him speechlessly, sometimes she really puzzled over the "friendship" between him and Lucius.

   "Look, this is confidence, do you remember how Lockhart wanted to make the Mandela herbal water for you, and how did you answer that?"

   He did not answer.

   But Pomona remembers that scene...

   "We should give Harry Potter a light bulb," Severus said suddenly.

   "What?" Pomona asked inexplicably.

   "The whole world can revolve around him," he said with a smug smile.

   Pomona had absolutely no idea what that meant.

   "You really lack a sense of humor."

   She couldn't believe her ears.

"I…"

   "I'll join you some other day." He said softly, "Thank you for telling me this."

   She carefully observed his expression, he might have really calmed down, his dark eyes were dull again.

   "Let me ask you a question, do you think Harry can tell the difference between Hermione? I mean Hermione before time travel and Hermione after time travel."

   He seemed puzzled by her question.

"Minerva told Hermione that she couldn't be seen, but as we all know, Hermione was seen by a lot of people, including Harry and Ron, do you think they knew when Hermione was in class with them? ' asked Pomona again.

   He seemed to understand what she meant.

   "Do you know who I am?" Pomona asked with a smile.

   "Yes." He hissed like a snake. "What's your purpose?"

   "I'm here to tell you that you won and everything went well, that's the outcome, and no matter what I say to you, it can't change that."

   He took a step forward, but the door behind Pomona opened.

   "It's time, Professor," the Auror said coldly.

  Pomona looked at Severus before leaving the room after a while.

   "I want to meet 'volunteers,'" Pomona said.

   "Sorry, it's too dangerous," the Auror said to Pomona, "even if he's in a cage."

   "He's not an animal!" Pomona snarled in a low voice.

  The Auror shook his head "Please come back."

   She glared at the young man and wanted to ask which class he graduated from, but she still walked away without saying a word.

   But she didn't go back to the breakfast meeting, because now she is so nervous that her stomach hurts, let alone breakfast, she can't drink water, she just wants to find a place to be quiet.

   She walked aimlessly, and then came to the elevator, many people were coming and going.

   She couldn't help but see the time-turners in her mind, and they were in the Department of Mysteries right now.

   With the appearance of being defensive now, maybe she can "take" one out.

   This thought kept lingering in her mind.

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   However, Pomona never really tried to steal the time-turners, first because all the time-turners were broken after the Battle of the Division of Mysteries, and second because…

  Georgianna looked at the empty wine glass in front of her. Raggett had already left. He had told her a lot. Although he used a more euphemistic language, she still understood what he meant.

   Once there was a group of bankers who got together and discussed how to lend the money while drinking.

   Of course, they wouldn't just lend to an entrepreneur like Jacob, it's too risky, so they need collateral.

  In the 1950s, they thought that everyone wanted a "home" and would fight for it, so they called this idea the "American Dream."

   Only when money flows into the market can it be called "money", and the continuous influx of "flowing water" makes the once barren land become what it is now.

  The "commodities" of the slave trade can be used as collateral. If the Louisiana acquisition is blocked, another path for capital flow must be provided, otherwise things like the burning of the Hope family warehouse will happen.

  After the establishment of the First French Republic, many taxes were abolished and taxes were reduced. Instead, paper money such as "indicators" was printed to supply financial needs.

   This is also a way of creating "running water". The "charity tax" promoted by Georgiana is essentially stimulating domestic demand. In this era, it is very common for children to wear adult clothes. If you let the children wear well-fitting clothes, they will have to change them soon, because the children will grow taller and stronger, and the previous clothes will not fit.

   In the past, woolen fabrics from the low countries were exported, and the advantages of coastal and riverside cities were reflected in the situation that the roads in the inland areas were very difficult. Now Napoleon implements the continental system. Although Normandy is close to the sea and is close to Britain, a yarn exporting country, its advantages cannot be reflected because of protective tariffs. Instead, "neutral countries" such as Prussia have advantages.

   The masters of yoga have said that if you perceive things upside down, you may be in deep trouble.

The 1787 tariff treaty, in theory, could reduce smuggling and increase tariffs like tea, but it not only affected the French textile industry, but also brought an impact to the Netherlands. In the same year, William V of Orange was expelled. the Netherlands.

   For the poor, who have few options and few ways to be entertained, a tax on beer will hinder the happiness of their few. The robber who was caught trying to assassinate Georgiana tonight was found in the beer hall by the police when he was trying to kill Georgiana with the others.

   To deal with these deserters, the police will not show mercy. The two sides fought to the death and the other, and two people died on the spot.

   So she's in deep trouble at the moment, because she senses something upside down?

   While she was lost in thought, Margaret knelt at her feet and put her head on her lap.

  Georgianna ran her blonde hair softly, soft to the touch like linen.

   They were so peacefully leaning against each other, like an old woman holding a cat and cooking a fire.

   "Christmas is coming, what do you want?" asked Georgiana.

   Margaret did not answer.

   She didn't ask any more, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

   (end of this chapter)