Chapter 2962 Colorful and fruity flowers

When a fisherman casts his net, he always expects to return with a full load.

But when a net was cast, there were very few catches, not even a fish. At this time, he had two choices, either to go back, or to fish further away in the deep sea where others would not go. The fish there might be

More means taking greater risks on the way back.

There are no penguins in the Arctic. In fact, there used to be penguins there. Like the penguins in the Antarctic, they would huddle together in the howling polar winds and rely on each other's body temperature to keep warm. However, due to long-term and indiscriminate hunting, the Arctic penguins became extinct.

Most of these penguins captured by humans are parents and have the responsibility of raising their children. If no penguins take the catch back with them, the young birds will also die of starvation.

After Georgiana woke up, the carriage came to the vicinity of the Duden Forest. There was a castle here, which was originally built when the Spanish ruled the Netherlands, called Leal Castle. It was later bought by a Belgian.

Now it is donated to be used as a new orphanage.

Its interior is a bit in disrepair, and the murals on the walls are mottled and faded, but at least there is no rain, there are wooden floors on the ground, and there is a piano in the corner.

"It looks good, what do you think, Georgiana?" Richard said after looking around, his voice echoing in the empty place.

Georgiana said nothing.

She thought of the arrangements the mysterious man made for the people who followed him. If they died, they would have a sum of money and a family to raise their children, and they would not be sent to an orphanage.

People who come from orphanages especially know what kind of place an orphanage is. Although the Wood Orphanage where Tom once stayed is not bad, it is not like the orphanages in the 18th and 19th centuries. In order to feed themselves, the children had to go to factories to spin.

yarn.

Children who leave home to study at Hogwarts will feel very fresh and free at first, but when the excitement wears off, they begin to miss home.

Of course no one will take care of the abandoned people, even if they freeze to death on the streets like the little match girl.

At least Tom didn't abandon himself.

"Georgina?" Richard asked.

"It's a shelter from wind and rain," she said without emotion.

But not home.

she thought to herself.

"This is a castle," Alex Hunter said.

"You think you won't be lonely if you live in a castle?" Mary Edgeworth asked.

Alex smiled and did not refute Mary.

Perhaps, the mysterious man did not take revenge on those who offended him, but what about his father, Tom Riddle Sr., and his family?

Georgiana walked to the piano in the corner, opened the cover, and pressed a key, which made a vibrato with a modified pitch.

Tom was once proud of his identity as a wizard. He did not experience Oedipus and directly fast-forwarded to his enemy father. He killed his father's family and framed the blame on his uncle.

Revenge can be like Hamlet's death or self-preservation like a cold-blooded killer. He is so calm that he anticipates every situation he may encounter, but can this repair his lost glory?

Tom accidentally told Regulus the secret about the Horcrux, and also told Severus, a "half-blood" like him, about his thoughts.

Voldemort has never shown any remorse. If he had had this consideration, he would not have abused the Unforgivable Curse.

While he despises other people's life and death, he is also afraid to face his own fate. He dare not go forward to check in person whether Harry Potter is really dead. Bloodthirsty things will become public enemies and monsters that bring glory to heroes.

, such people will not bring the so-called "future" to the magical world.

"You look sad," said Miss Lamont. "What makes you so sad?"

"An orphan," said Georgiana.

Tom once had a lot of good looks and a brilliant mind, which many people long to have.

"Has he done anything bad?" asked Miss Lamont.

"He ruined himself," Georgiana said, taking her fingers off the keys. "He was once a man with a bright future."

Then there was the sound of footsteps, which sounded like boots on the wooden floor.

She looked in that direction and saw Saint-Hilaire and a young man who looked somewhat similar to him. The two walked up to her and stood at attention and bowed together.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, for frightening you," the curator said.

"It was an accident, you don't need to worry about it." Georgiana said, looking at the other visitor, "Who is this gentleman?"

"This is my brother, Etienne, who is a botanist," said the curator, and the young man handed the book in his hands to Georgiana.

"To you, the beautiful René Violet," said Etienne.

She found it very interesting and took the book. It was a picture album, which was full of hand-painted flowers and fruits, but it was not an oil painting, but an anatomy of a plant, with flowers, stems, leaves, fruits, etc. separated.

Like a botany textbook.

"Did you draw this?" Georgiana asked as she turned over the pages.

"Yes, ma'am, we worked together last year," Etienne said. "I was also involved when you published that manual of edible plants."

Georgiana recalled it.

"You don't remember me because we have never met and I was not in Paris at the time." Etienne said with a smile.

"He and I were quarantined together at the dock. We had just returned from Egypt," said Jeffery St. Hilaire.

At this time, she turned over a painting. It looked very familiar. It was the one used for printing in the brochure.

"I remember you." Georgiana looked at Etienne, "You are the artist who drew the illustrations."

Etienne smiled coyly.

"It looks real, don't you think?" Georgiana showed the book to Miss Lamont and the Edgeworths.

"I seem to have smelled their fragrance." Richard said with a smile on his face.

"What do you think, shovel down these murals and paint these?" Georgiana looked through these plant paintings. "Compared with gods who don't know whether they exist, they can understand something that exists in this world."

"Why don't you thank me quickly?" Jeff came and said to his brother.

"Thank you, madam, for giving me this opportunity." Etienne's face was rosy and he looked a little excited.

She didn't understand what was so exciting about it, it was just painting plants on the walls of the orphanage.

"When the harvest is ready next year, they won't have to just look at these fruits." Georgiana closed the book. "By the way, how about we build a greenhouse outside?"

"I also need to have a handicraft workshop to learn how to make a living." Richard said imaginatively.

They continued to walk around the castle, thinking about improvements. As long as they had a fixed place, it seemed that they were not far away from realizing the ideas in their minds.

"Speaking of the dock, I remembered. Do you know Mr. Calquhoun?" Miss Lamont asked Richard.

"Oh, I've seen it." Richard said.

"Who is Calquhoun?" asked Georgiana.

"He was the founder of the Thames Police Service, and the Shipping Association also asked him to deal with security issues in dock warehouses," Miss Lamont said.

"Then his job wasn't very good. Wasn't the warehouse of Hope Bank burned down?" Jeffree said with a hypocritical smile.

Georgiana looked at Richard, who shrugged at her.

"How about gas for lighting here?" Georgiana said, looking at the ceiling, as if she didn't hear the conversation between the two.

No one mentioned this matter again. What's wrong with talking about it? We have to talk about this.
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