Chapter 2963 The Lambs’ Christmas (Part 1)

Milton once wrote in "Paradise Lost" that on the morning after the two secretly ate the forbidden fruit, the morning light moved her rose-colored footsteps in the east, scattering crystal beads on the earth.

Adam woke up at this hour as usual, for his sleep was as light as air.

Once the dawn blows, the rustling of leaves, the faint sound of steam rising from the creek, and the clear morning songs of birds singing on the branches will disappear.

What surprised him even more was seeing Eve sleeping, with disheveled temples and red cheeks, as if she had not slept well.

He propped up half of his body and leaned to the side, looking down at her beauty that had the same special charm when she was sleeping and waking up.

So he used a soft voice like a fairy blowing in the gentle breeze, gently touched her hand, and whispered to her.

"Wake up, my beauty, my beloved, my latest gift. Let us go and see how the cultivated plants sprout, how the myrrh and the reed drop their dew, how nature is painted with colors, how the bees are on the flowers.

Suck the sweet juice."

"Pomona."

She trembled for a moment and looked at Snape who was speaking.

"What are you doing?" The old bat, dressed in pitch black, frowned and looked at her.

"Nothing." Pomona said expressionlessly, looking at the potted plant in front of her.

Now they were in the greenhouse cellar where they cultivated mushrooms. In front of her were mandrakes that had been infected with "dancing acid". They no longer moved very much, and the leaves looked weak.

"What happened to them?" the Potions Master asked, looking at the mandrakes.

Pomona pulled up a mandrake plant. It looked like it had some kind of incurable disease. Not only was it black all over, it was also ulcerated in some places, and it did not have twisted and sharp tips like a healthy mandrake plant.

Call.

"Move it up there and have a look." Pomona said, picking up the potted plant in front of her.

When she came upstairs, she found that it was snowing heavily outside again, and the wind made the glass of the greenhouse tremble, as if it might collapse at any time.

But in the greenhouse, it was a colorful spring, with pink petals falling softly from the treetops to the ground.

Soon she put the potted plant on the table. In a well-lit place, she could clearly see that the leaves had turned yellow. Then she lifted the mandrake and observed it.

"Dead," Pomona said, putting the mandrake into the soil.

Snape remained silent.

Pomona returned to the cellar and moved out other mandrakes. Their symptoms were similar to the previous one, the only difference was that a few of them were still alive.

"Is there any hope?" Snape asked.

"You can try it." Pomona said. "Do you have the resurrection agent and regeneration agent?"

He took out the potion from the shape-shifting lizard skin pocket.

Pomona took them and went to the preparation room to get tools.

Nietzsche said that when a person abandons happiness and builds his life on the basis of too narrow greed, this abandonment means that what he brings to his neighbor is not wisdom, but boredom with life.

The mysterious man once claimed to the outside world that he has gone further than anyone else on the road to eternal life. The temptation of eternal life has made many people choose to surrender.

But eternal life comes at a price.

Only pure love (caritas) can enter the city of God and obtain immortality. The opposite of pure love is "greed" (cupiditas). The desires of food and drink, eyes and desires all belong to this category.

Plato believes that we are originally complete, but are divided due to various reasons. We need a person to overcome his shortcomings, just like the missing piece of a puzzle must be found. You cannot search blindly and fall in love with just anyone.

What he loves is what is most suitable for him, what matches him best, and only by matching can he achieve perfection.

In addition, there is love for neighbors. Severus's home is okay. Because it is a single-family house, there is no need to share a corridor with others like an apartment. If you pile up clutter in the corridor that cannot be placed in your own home,

If there are objects, the corridor will become crowded, making it inconvenient for everyone to pass.

Don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. Everyone wants to have an unobstructed passage and be considerate of each other by taking things back to their homes, not just to make their own homes spacious. There is also such an alley in Fitzgerald’s fantasy,

It is narrow, dark, full of debris, and has a stable. No matter how you walk on this road, you will not be happy.

Albus said that he hopes to create a happy school, which is certainly in line with what playful children want, but how much can they learn in such a school?

A pair of hands fell on her shoulders, and she was quickly enveloped by the scent of sage.

"You look very stiff, how about I give you a massage?" he said from behind her.

She didn't refuse, her shoulders were already quite sore.

She stood and enjoyed his services, even lowering her hands to stretch her shoulders to cooperate with him.

After a while, his hands began to push further, exploring down her arms, although he was still hesitant and cautious. His hot breath blew on her neck, and her ears rang again with the sound of him in the snake-shaped animal window that day.

That's what I said.

She struggled for a while and felt that she should stop him. At this time, his hand had pinched her palm, his left hand lightly scratched her palm, and his right hand went around her waist, holding her in his arms, and sniffed along her neck with his nose.

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"Do you think good breakups exist?" Pomona asked.

"Not all lovers break up." He said vaguely, his hands sliding around her waist.

"There is a song that goes like this, 'Even a kiss feels as rough as sand.'" Pomona said softly, "Recalling the good days, rubbing ears and cheeks, hugging each other and kissing each other, it feels like a dream."

He was still breathing into her ear, but at least his hands stopped moving.

"Gryffindor's 'Unlucky Knight' and 'Amata' haven't reached that point yet. In fact, they can retain the last bit of goodwill and become friends," Pomona said.

"They don't like each other," he said coldly.

"It was Amata's parents. The joke they made when they were young made her believe it. The way Amata treated him was not like a friend."

"What do you want to say?" he said, suppressing his anger.

The "Unfortunate Knight" is a fool, so slow that he has no feelings.

But it's possible that he is used to this kind of relationship because they grew up together.

"The first time I planted bubble pods, I failed. No matter how many bubble pods I planted later, I couldn't change this. I thought that after many years, I didn't care about it anymore, but I still learned from the magic of Eris.

Saw it in the mirror."

He was silent for a long time. Pomona looked up at him and found that he was actually looking out through the glass of the greenhouse.

"Am I dazzled?" Snape said, "I seemed to see Professor Ruth."

Pomona followed his line of sight and indeed saw someone wearing polar equipment in the wind and snow...

"How did you know he was Ruth?" Pomona asked. "I thought I saw a Bigfoot snowman."

"Who else in this place could have this equipment besides him?" Snape smiled sarcastically. "He probably thinks this wind is just a breeze in the Arctic."

Pomona felt that Ruth would not feel that way, so he had already let go of his hand, turned around and left the preparation room.

Without the body temperature of another person, even the greenhouse is still a bit cold.

Pomona stood in the greenhouse, looking out through the glass. Snape, wearing a black cloak, was approaching Ruth like a black flame.

Nietzsche also said that the distance between two souls is not how close they want to be, but how far apart they want to stay.

Pomona picked up the kettle, thinking that the guest would like a cup of hot tea.

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"Are you the author of Fort Lachrent?" Geoffrey St. Hilaire looked at Maria Edgeworth in surprise, "I have long admired your name."

"You don't need to be so complimentary, Mr. Curator," Maria said with a smile.

"Oh, this is not a compliment, I have read your book, and so has the First Consul," said Saint-Hilaire.

"Has he read my book?" Maria said in surprise.

Yes, it was classified as comedy by the librarian.

Georgiana thought to herself.

"He lent me the book," said Georgiana.

"Me too." Saint-Hilaire said. "If you want to read English literature in France, you need to check it at all levels. Only his study has the latest and most complete ones."

"It's Irish literature." Richard corrected with a smile.

"We should also build a library here, how about this room?" Georgiana said, walking into a passing hall with high ceilings, slender Gothic windows, and an alcove.

The sculptures above were chiselled away, as if it had been used as a chapel.

"The lighting here is not very good." Richard said after observing for a while.

"Then lift off the roof," said architect Hunter, "and then add a glass roof to allow enough light to shine in."

"This will cause the book to be exposed to direct sunlight," Etienne said.

"Let the architect decide how to do it. This is the library." Georgiana laughed and said, "I just hope there are a few serious books here, instead of all the comics on the shelves."

No one could understand what she said, but she didn't care anymore.

"Let's go to the next room." She said briskly, almost wanting to dance a ballet, just like what she saw at the Muggle New Year's Concert every year, where several ballet dancers danced in the former palace. But inside

The people who lived there before have moved away, and because there are no traces of human habitation, it looks like a gorgeous empty house.
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