Harry Potter's Morning Light Chapter 1885

Chapter 1885 giantslayer (twenty-nine)

"Okay, I see." Severus hung up and walked out of the phone booth.

The phone booths in France are not red like the phone booths in London, and of course no one regards it as the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.

At this point, the French maintain their own style, unlike the entrance of the ordinary staff of the British Ministry of Magic, which is arranged in the toilet, and enters by "flushing the toilet".

When Newt Scamander broke into the French Ministry of Magic, it caused some commotion and disputes, because Scamander was smuggled out of Britain. At that time, the European Union was not established, and entry and exit were not as convenient as it is now, requiring the approval of the Ministry of Magic on both sides. Newt's travel visa was cancelled because of the riots in New York, and he did not agree to "hunt" Claydens and was rejected by the British side. Of course, the French side did not apply, so he became a wanted criminal.

"Do you know where my father is?" Felix asked.

"The last time he was positioned to be in the'Trivial Matter' Rose Garden." Severus said dryly.

"What's wrong?" Felix asked.

"It took Gianluca a long time to call him before he was answered. He hopes your father can go to the army to rescue Monica and Alessandro."

"My dad is going to the barracks?" Felix raised his voice.

"What's so strange about this?" Severus asked.

Felix seemed to have a new understanding of Haji and fell into contemplation.

"Let's go." Severus took Felix's shoulders, and the two of them turned into black smoke and rushed into the sky.

It didn't take long for them to come to the rose garden, where the piano song "To Alice" was still floating.

In fact, this piece has a name called "bagatelleinaminorno.59", which was written by 40-year-old Beethoven to his 17-year-old schoolgirl Treze Malfati. He once wrote it when he was in a very happy mood. A small piece of "Bagtier in A minor" and the inscription "Dedicated to Teresa" on the score. After that, the score remained with Teresa. Beethoven did not keep his own manuscripts, so he died. Later, there was no such song in the catalog of his works.

Bagatelle itself means a gadget. It was not until the 1860s that the German musician Knoll discovered this piece in the remains of Teresa Malfati in order to write a biography of Beethoven. When Knoll published this piece in Stuttgart, southwestern Germany, the original "To Theresa" was mistakenly written as "To Alice", so this little piano piece began to be widely circulated in the world as "To Alice" NS.

Perhaps no one has thought about playing this song named after it in the dreamy and full of roses in Bagatelle Park. People can't feel the illusion of magic, your mind. Stop thinking, the girl's joyful laughter made your enthusiasm burn like a flame.

This kind of passion is different from symphony. It does not have the sense of impact and urgency of "puff puff puff" when fate knocks on the door. It makes people want to fall into the surroundings full of flowers, grass and sunshine.

Underage girls always have impulsive emotions. Many girls are obsessed with Rohart, including Hermione.

He is not too bad, he just accepts the love of the girls, enjoys the feeling of being surrounded and focused, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

If you don't know the crime, then no one condemns the “interaction” with minors. During the feudal era and the period after the Enlightenment, no one condemned the romance between men and underage women, but now which politician, or an ordinary person, try to touch the fingers of those underage girls.

The plaintiffs in the Salem Witch Trial were all underage girls. After so many people died, they were not punished in the end. The "children" are invincible, otherwise Umbridge's turmoil in the school will be too. Not to make the entire wizarding world boil.

Not every wizard family has children studying at Hogwarts. First, during the Christmas holidays, the children went home and told their parents about their experiences at school, and then "Singing and Singing" published the content publicly, which was doubtful of the gossip. Adults verify that parents who have children studying at school are convinced that the letters of questioning have flooded in like snow flakes.

Blocking is unstoppable. The more you block, the more you suspect. Pomona likes Hermione very much, but she is still very uncomfortable with some of Hermione's behaviors. Even Draco came up with mead poisoning Dumbledore. Lido's idea was also "inspired" by her.

Hermione lives in another kind of rose garden. Her parents are both dentists, which is the so-called middle class. She thinks that it is good for them to be free to house elves.

Has she noticed the homeless people on the street? That would definitely be free, but if it hadn't been for Hogwarts to take in Dobby, Dobby would be as homeless as Winning. The house elves who lost their family would find it difficult to find a job again, and they would have lost the sense of belonging. , Shining is unhappy even working at Hogwarts, and she spends her time drinking her sorrow.

Pomona worked so hard to "solve" the house-elf who had a drinking problem, so that she almost got the problem of drinking too much herself.

Wilde's "Nightingale and the Rose" once wrote that there was a little man who had a beautiful rose in his hand, but the little man would never exchange his rose for the king's throne. He wanted What he did was to meet her in the princess' tent, and when he finished dancing, he asked her to leave here with him.

But in the forest, the wind blows freely. Maybe the flowers are not as bright and fragrant as the roses in the garden. But on the hills in early spring, the hyacinths waved purple waves, the yellow winter jasmine flowers were so bright and blue. Colored, purple, and white irises can be seen everywhere. The chestnut tree has white flowers like stars, and the hawthorn tree shows a beautiful pale moon. The dwarf firmly believes that she will go to the forest with him. He will dance for her and make her happy all day long.

However, after searching all the rooms, the dwarf found a person, or not a person, in the most beautiful room with red Italian Lucca brocade on the wall. It was the ugliest monster he had ever seen. It is not symmetrical like others, but hunched over, has a huge head, and black hair like a mane.

The little man laughed, and the monster also laughed; he mocked and bowed to the monster, and the monster bowed to him; he stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and the monster also came to him and stretched out his hand. When the dwarf touched the cold mirror, the monster's hand also touched.

what is this? The little man thought for a while, and looked around the rest of the room. It was strange that everything in the room was copied in this invisible, clear water wall. The sleeping Faun lying in the niche at the door was there. There is a twin brother who is also sleeping soundly in the wall of water.

Is the **** of echoes? The dwarf thought this way. He had called her in the valley, but the God of Echo responded verbatim. Could the princess imitate what the eyes saw like that? Can she create a world that mimics the real world?

The little man was surprised. He took the beautiful white rose from his chest and kissed it. The monster actually has a rose. The petals are the same as his, and he kisses the rose as well.

When the truth came to light, the little man screamed in despair and fell to the ground and wept bitterly. It turned out that he himself was the weird monster. All the children were laughing at him, including the little princess who he thought loved him. Why should he be taken out? Where's the forest? There is no mirror in the forest to remind him how ugly he is.

Hot tears flowed down his cheeks. He tore the white rose to pieces. The monster in the mirror made the same action, throwing the withered petals into the sky. When he was lying on the ground and looking at the monster, the monster was also looking at him with a pained expression. He didn't want to see it again. He covered his eyes with his hand, crawling into the shadows like a wounded animal, lying on the ground and groaning. .

At this moment, the little princess and her companions came in through the open French windows. Everyone saw the ugly little man lying on the ground, clenching his fists and beating the ground. They were all amused by his exaggerated and funny behavior. laugh.

"His dance is so funny." The little princess said, "but his acting is more interesting, it is as exciting as a puppet show, but not as natural as a puppet show."

She waved the fan to get the dwarf up, but the dwarf never looked up, his sobbing voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he pulled his chest suddenly and then stopped moving.

"This is really wonderful." The little princess paused and said, "You can dance for me."

But the little man did not answer. The princess stamped her foot and called her uncle to go. Her uncle was walking on the balcony with the ministers, reading letters from Mexico, where the Inquisition was established.

"My funny little man is sulking. You must wake him up and let him dance for me." The princess said, pulling her uncle's sleeve.

They smiled at each other and walked in leisurely. The uncle used his gloves to slap the little man on the face, "Little monster, you have to dance. The princesses of the Spanish Indies are waiting for you to dance."

The little man was motionless.

"Should be called a whip-bearer to give him a kick," said the uncle, returning to the balcony, but the court minister knelt beside the dwarf with a serious expression, put his hand on his chest, and after a while he sighed and stood up to face the dwarf. The princess said, "My beautiful princess, your funny little man can't dance anymore."

"Why?" The princess asked with a smile.

"His heart is broken." The minister spread out his hand, and there was a bright red rose in the hand that had touched the little man's chest just now.

The little princess frowned, her delicate rose-like lips curled up with contempt. “From now on, everyone who comes to play with me should not be careful.”

After speaking, she ran into the garden and went to find her uncle.

Severus walked to a rose, its branch was broken, it looked fresh, and the juice was still flowing from the wound.

"Last time we went to the Tuileries Palace, Pomona left the line troupe, and it was playing moonlight."

Felix is not sure so he has to look at him.

"Sounds can be transmitted from that world to this world. You can try to see if the sounds of this world can be transmitted to that world." Severus said.

"Will it work?" Felix asked.

"I believe it works." Severus removed his hand from the rose. "That's how it is used to call souls."

"Dad!" Felix shouted immediately in the rose garden, while Severus looked at the "lake" not far away. It looked like a huge mirror reflecting the night sky of Paris.

(End of this chapter)

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