Chapter 2528 man on a mission (twenty-one)

Albus placed a book in front of Pomona.

"What is this?" she asked.

"The 'prize' I got in Cairo when I was young." Albus smiled and said "Merry Christmas."

"What am I expecting?" She picked up the book and opened it at random, only to find that it was in French.

"Are you expecting me to give you a dress for the Yule Ball?" Albus looked at his star robe, "If you don't mind."

"I like the cloak you gave me last time." She smiled and flipped through the book casually. "What is this book about?"

"Soul." Albus said, "Do you still remember the diary that Harry destroyed with a basilisk tooth when he was in second grade?"

"I remember, what's wrong?" Pomona put down the book.

"Tom, I mean the mysterious man. He was still in his 16-year-old form at the time and was very handsome." Albus said slowly, "But we all still remember what he looked like when he possessed Quirrell."

She thought of the evil face in the Mirror of Erised, and nodded slowly.

"I hate to say this so close to Christmas, but I think the content of this book is very enlightening." Albus sank into his armchair. "The author of this book believes that the soul begins with a body, and there is

The soul begins to exist as a form for the soul to use, and this existing form is the soul's territory and tool."

Pomona listened carefully.

"If one soul becomes multiple due to a certain relationship, it will exist in all known and unknown forms, such as the diary and Professor Quirrell's body." Albus said slowly.

"How does one soul become multiple by a certain relationship?" Pomona asked.

"Are you familiar with the East? What is the East's understanding of ghosts?" Albus asked.

"But this is not the same situation as Riddle's diary," Pomona said.

"Tell me, why is it different?"

"They think the soul will affect cognition and people will become abnormal, but Tom Riddle..."

"Very different from the mysterious man we know." Albus continued Pomona's words.

"He's crazy," Pomona said helplessly.

"Let's borrow a phrase from Mohammed..."

"Wait, Mohammed?" Pomona asked in confusion, "Who is Mohammed?"

"The author of the book you are holding," said Albus.

"But this book is written in French." Pomona quickly flipped through the book in his hand.

"It was originally in Arabic and was translated into French. Mohammed lived in the tenth century AD, when Europe was still in the 'Dark Ages.'" Albus explained, "At first, I thought Tom Riddle

It's just a memory, like what we saw in the pensieve, but Tom will communicate with Harry and Ginny and set up schemes, and I don't think a memory can do that."

"So, you think what's in the diary is his soul?" Pomona asked.

"This is what I want you to think about. If one soul becomes multiple according to a certain relationship, it will exist in all known and unknown forms. What is this relationship?" Albus said.

Pomona couldn't answer.

"Don't worry, I can't figure it out either, so I need your help." Albus said with a smile, "Do you like this gift?"

Pomona flipped through the book again. There was an image in the book of a man in a turban standing in front of a mirror.

"Obviously this author has read books on ancient Greece." Albus said, "In the chapter you are reading, he mentioned Pneuma."

Pneuma is an ancient Greek word, meaning breath, and is a mixture of fire and air. In religious literature, it means spirit or soul. It is also a circulating gas that ancient medical scientists believe is essential for life.

The author of the book analyzes the reasons why people sometimes see two things, such as people shaking back and forth, left and right, or mirror images.

When people look at the mirror, they will feel that it is themselves in the mirror. That is because they have made comparisons before, and what appears in the mirror is similar to what appears outside the mirror.

The person in the mirror is not you, but your shadow. It is a visible object. Darkness is invisible, but whether it is a visible shadow or a dark shadow, the outline and shape are the same.

Where there is light there is darkness, where there is length there is shortness, where there is thickness there is thinness. These things cannot be felt if they are isolated from each other.

When people stand two mirrors opposite each other, the world inside the mirror and the world outside the mirror will be formed. There is only one person outside the mirror, but there is a passage inside the mirror, and there are countless you, but the you in the countless mirrors and the mirror

There is some kind of relationship with you outside.

"Copy?" Pomona asked.

"I prefer individualization and separation," Albus said. "Judging from the appearance, the one in the diary is 16-year-old Tom Riddle, and the one in Quirrell is an older version of him."

"But diaries don't look like people," Pomona said.

"The body does not become the form of the soul in a simple way. It is a part of the body's parts, 'combined and mixed' through some kind of 'combination and mixing', and the soul is imprinted in these parts." Albus said.

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"You mean, the reunification of soul and matter?" Pomona said in surprise.

"I chatted with Filius, and he firmly believed that this is impossible." Albus sighed, "But I believe that Tom can do it, but attaching the soul to an object is different from a human body.

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"Oh~" she wailed, "Mysterious man is really crazy."

"I heard from Minerva that Mr. Longbottom hasn't mastered the Transformation Charm yet." Albus suddenly said, "It's something that is 'very easy' for Miss Hermione Granger to master, but he doesn't understand it. Can you help?"

him?"

"Start with a hybrid form of soul and body?" Pomona said with a smile.

"You have changed, Pomona. You used to say 'Okay, Headmaster' to me." Albus said, "What made you change?"

She stopped laughing.

"You're still drinking Polyjuice Potion, right?" Albus asked a little seriously.

"Yes, principal." She lowered her head and said.

Albus said nothing and stared at her with a threatening look.

"Read this book." Albus said in a hoarse voice. "Go and fetch Severus."

"Okay, Principal." Pomona replied.

When she stood up and was about to leave the principal's office, Albus said behind her again.

"When I was young, the person I saw in the Mirror of Erised was Gellert Grindelwald. You may have heard that we were very close friends."

"I've read Basilida Chabat's book," Pomona replied.

"Everyone has a time when they are young. When you get a little older, you will realize that love is a kind of poison..."

"You told me, Albus," Pomona interrupted, "and there's only one antidote."

"Yes." Albus nodded. "Do you want to know what the antidote is?"

She didn't answer the question.

Or rather ask Albus this question.

But she probably knew that even if it was poison, it still tasted sweet.

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If you can't give him love, give him power, this is what Georgiana once said.

At least, she can't let him become a prisoner because she disturbed his "life".

He has already been the emperor, and may want to be the emperor again, but now he wants to achieve that goal. He first faces a problem. In the new French constitution approved by the last referendum, the term of the first consul is not lifelong. If he wants to "change

"Come over" requires a referendum, but the question is, will others agree?

What's more, she can leave at any time. Matilda, the citizen of Rushfoucauld, Mr. Martin and others all have families in this country. Do they also have to give up everything and become exiles?

The Duke of Choiseul actually left an "offspring". He adopted a cousin's son. This adopted son was pardoned and returned to France in 1801. In fact, even if there was no French Revolution, this adopted son would not be able to inherit anything from his cousin. Shu

The Duke of Vasseur owed a large amount of debt and even sold his Paris mansion, which is now owned by Chaptard.

Yesterday's prosperity has become empty, life is like a dream, and some people can only be happy in their dreams.

The prerequisite for her to experience all this is that she has the beauty of a mixed-blood Veela. Without beauty, she has nothing.

In the magical world, not all mirrors reflect "reality". Maybe when she really "woke up", she found that she was actually sitting in front of the Mirror of Erised, and she was just one of the people who wasted their time in front of the mirror.

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She turned to look at the teapot she had broken and used a repair spell to restore it, as if nothing had happened.

But she can repair the teapot but not her own heart. Who said murder is necessary to tear the soul?

She wanted to cry heartbrokenly, as if she wanted to turn the water of the Ourcq Canal into salt brine, but in fact she could not shed a single tear.

It's like she has turned into a statue that cannot cry, and only rain can replace her tears.
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