MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2726 Land of the Firebirds (34)

  Chapter 2726 Firebird Land (Thirty-Four)

  That is, after Bill, Patsy, George, Ginny, and even Ron got married, only Charlie was unmarried in the Weasley family.

   This is not because Charlie lives in the Fire Dragon Reserve in Romania all year round and has no chance to get in touch with suitable objects.

  Before Quirrell served as a professor at Hogwarts, there was a Ravenclaw graduate who served as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her name was Olivia Green, and she was only 20 years old at the time.

  She was originally the silent person of the Department of Mysteries, but because of Albus Dumbledore's request, she returned to the school as a professor. By then everyone had known that the position was cursed and no one could stay longer than a year.

Olivia always gives people the feeling that she lacks confidence and speaks softly, but she is best at the Exploding Curse. In fact, her job in the Department of Mysteries is to destroy magic items, and she doesn't expect to be able to do so in Hoag Watts has been teaching for more than a year, and she reluctantly agreed entirely because of Dumbledore's "request".

   Compared with Bill, Charlie's grades are not good, but he is Gryffindor's Seeker, and Harry took over his position when he entered school.

   Around his fifth grade, he spent years of savings to buy a "dragon egg" from a mysterious merchant in the Forbidden Forest, which turned out to be a spider.

  This kind of thing is not uncommon. The size of bird and snake eggs is about the same as that of ostrich eggs. Illegal businessmen often paint a layer of mercury-like substance to fake it.

Originally, it was illegal for Charlie to raise a dragon privately, and it was even more wrong for his friends to seek revenge from the businessman. It happened that Olivia was involved in this incident during the fierce battle between the two sides in Knockturn Alley that day. In the incident, she used her status as a staff member of the Ministry of Magic to order the two sides to stop fighting, otherwise both sides would be put in prison.

  Charlie's friends were either students or recent graduates, so they dropped their wands, and the illegal businessman returned the money to Charlie, and disappeared.

  It would be fine if things stopped here, but Olivia became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the second year. She was young and had no prestige among the students, but Charlie supported her very much.

   Being a Quidditch Seeker was very popular among the students, and everyone thought that if Charlie didn't become a dragon tamer, he would play professionally. Anyway, in the second half of Charlie's sixth grade, the whole school began to spread that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had a relationship with Charlie. Olivia only taught until the end of the semester and resigned without even taking the final exam. As a result dropped out of school and did not complete the seventh year of school.

  As long as they are outside the school, Olivia and Charlie are only unmarried men and women with a difference of three years, and no one will object to their dating. At that time, the twins had already entered the school, and it might be because of the influence of this elder brother. They never planned to enter the Ministry of Magic with excellent grades and the title of prefect like Percy.

  When the youngest brother Ron was in school, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts became Quirrell, who also graduated from Ravenclaw, and everyone's topic shifted to the more "hot" Harry Potter.

That year, the mysterious man disguised himself as a passer-by and used a real dragon egg to obtain the secret of how to put the three-headed dog to sleep. Hagrid really hatched the dragon, and then the Norwegian spine was captured by Charlie and his Friends received a fire dragon sanctuary in Romania, it is not known if he went to Olivia Green Pomona later.

  Pomona thought while looking at the cake in the oven. The cake uses the stickiness of the protein to beat air into the protein. Whether the beating time is too short or too long, it will affect the taste of the cake.

There is no such problem when using food magic. The secondary structure of protein is formed by hydrogen bonds. Some people will squeeze a few drops of lemon juice in when sending protein, because acid can destroy the hydrogen bonds of protein, and it is easier to break up the air bubbles. This is the same principle as the magic spell of turning vinegar into wine.

  In the process of destroying hydrogen and oxygen bonds, a large number of air bubbles will be generated, so there is no need to beat the air bubbles into the protein. Although it just looks like a "pop", the meringue is done.

  She doesn't need to bake... At this moment, the hooting of an owl sounded outside the window. Pomona looked around, saw that no one opened the window immediately, and untied the small medicine bottle from her lap.

   "Fortunately, Weasley's Whiz has an owl service." She said thankfully, then found a plate, and dripped the liquid from the medicine bottle on the plate.

   It was a mercury-like liquid, and just one drop covered the bottom of the plate, reflecting Pomona's face like a mirror.

  George and Fred will drink it themselves when developing new products. This is the oldest and most practical drug testing technique. Severus will do the same, and Slughorn will use other substances to test.

  He's always been like this, that's why Severus used the blasting potion to challenge him.

  Pomona looked down at the small glass bottle, which said "inedible". Pomona was a little worried, whether it would be eaten by mistake if it was placed in a place selling skipping candies.

"Thanks to Lee Jordan's Morat essence, our experiment can continue." The twins, who had already ridden their brooms to freedom, told Pomona after returning to 12 Grimmauld Place. "He also found a new secret way."

  Pomona would not tell them that this essence was made by Neville. He already understood why the filtered juice was "pickled" with the vinegar-to-wine spell.

   Virtue is like a dazzling gem, which is best set in plain things. Undoubtedly, it is better for a man of talent and virtue to be handsome, but not elegant; dignified, rather than beautiful. It is rare to see a person of great beauty who is also of great virtue; it seems that nature only seeks to be faultless in its creation, and does not seek to create outstanding people. Therefore, a beautiful person has an impressive appearance, but no great ambitions; he only seeks the beauty of manners, not talent.

  In terms of beauty, the beauty of facial features is better than the beauty of skin color; and the solemn and elegant demeanor is better than the beauty of facial features. This is the subtlest part of beauty, which cannot be seen in pictures, nor can it be seen at first sight in real life.

  Peerless beauty often has something odd about its proportions. It's hard to tell whether Apelles or Albert Dürer wasted more time. One of them drew human faces according to geometric proportions, while the other took different parts from several different faces to draw the most beautiful face. I don't think anyone likes such a face except the painter who painted it.

  A beautiful face can only be achieved by chance, just like a musician writes a beautiful melody, not by rules.

   But beauty is like summer fruit, perishable and not long-lasting. Most of the time it makes a man loose in youth and depressed in old age. But of course, if the right man has beauty, it makes virtue shine and guilt blush.

These words were spoken by Sir Bacon, but Pomona was reading Dorian Gray by Wilde at this time, and his painter friend painted the most beautiful face, so that Dorian Gray was willing to trade with the devil and exchange his soul for the painting eternal beauty.

No matter how dissolute he was when he was young, when his other friends were old with age, he was still young and beautiful, but his friends knew it was an illusion, and the real Dorian Gray had long since become like the portrait in the attic up.

   "After reading this, why do you think Merope stopped giving old Tom Riddle the love potion?"

   asked Albus when Pomona looked up from the Pensieve.

   There is a mirror in front of the Pensieve, like many washbasins, thankfully it's just a regular mirror, not the Mirror of Erised.

Even the love potion is toxic to a certain extent. In fact, Merope has another way, which is to continue to let old Tom Riddle drink it until he dies, so that the child she conceives will inherit everything from the Riddle family. There is no need to go back to that cabin again.

   "Maybe she didn't get the love potion," Pomona said.

   It is also possible that Merope wants real love. If old Tom Riddle is dead, will she fall in love with a ghost?

   Pomona thought.

  Poison and medicine differ only in dose.

   Merope couldn't bear the poisoning of old Tom Riddle. She thought he would be "responsible" after she became pregnant, but in fact he abandoned her and the child together.

   At least Dorian Gray didn't know she was pregnant when he dumped the actress.

  Pomona put down the plate in his hand, and when it landed on the table, it reflected Severus' face.

  She was taken aback, and when she slowly raised her head, he was standing at the door, with his hands folded under his armpits, like a mummy.

   "Did you mail order candy?" he asked in a drawl.

   "Written on it are tears." Pomona put the bottle of potion on the dining table.

   "How much did you spend?"

   "10 Galleons."

  He didn't say she wasted or anything.

   "I have shed enough tears for these 10 Galleons, don't buy them next time." He turned and left after speaking.

  He was not wearing a thick black coat at the moment, only a light shirt, and no spells to keep himself cool.

   "Would you like a drink?" she asked loudly like nothing happened.

  No one answered her, so she decided to make some lemonade on her own.

  Even if the summer in northern Scotland is not hot, what is better for summer than lemon juice?

  (end of this chapter)