Chapter 1063 A memory that shines with golden light

Liverpool's Albert Dock is the most famous scenic spot in Liverpool. It is surrounded by the beautiful Liverpool Eye and the Beatles Memorial Hall, which makes people feel peaceful and peaceful all the time.

But in the Victorian era, one-third of the world's black slaves were shipped here to ships bound for America.

You can walk to the Titanic Memorial in 20 minutes from the pier. The starting point of this dream ship's maiden voyage is the Port of Liverpool.

After the Titanic sank on April 14, 1912, many passengers' families gathered at the Platinum Steamship Company headquarters in James Street, Liverpool, waiting for news about their loved ones.

The Titanic disaster led to the bankruptcy of the White Star Line, and the headquarters building was abandoned. Until real estate developer Lawrence Kenright took over and transformed it into 63 guest rooms, all of which were decorated in the style of the Titanic.

Pomona ate fish and chips while walking on the deserted pier.

"Come out, Kreacher, there's no one here," Pomona said.

The house-elf popped up, looking as unhappy as she did.

"Want something to eat?" She generously handed her fried fish to Kreacher.

"No, thank you, wait." Kreacher changed his mind, chose the smallest piece from the fried fish, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Pomona let out a long sigh.

The Chinese say that one day without seeing each other is like three autumns apart. She had only been apart from Severus for three hours and already she started to miss him.

There are 24 hours in a day, 8 hours equals a year, and 3 hours equals half a year.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl only meet once a year. What do they do first when they meet?

"Oh, my God." She covered her face and wailed, her ears turning red with embarrassment.

Kreacher looked at her in confusion, then he pulled the hem of Pomona's coat and said, "Mistress, look."

Pomona put down her hand and looked in the direction he pointed. She saw a little girl standing on the edge of the pier holding a puppy, looking at the dark cloud-covered sea.

There was a man not far away from her. Judging from his dress, he must be a wizard, or else he was a cross-dressing enthusiast who was too obsessed with the Victorian era.

He had the beard of a gentleman of that era, pince-nez single-rim glasses, and was wearing an evening gown. He held a cane in his hand and was picking up feathers that fell on the ground with great interest.

As an attraction, the pier was cleaned regularly, so it was not easy for him to find feathers.

Although wizards are rare, they are not unusual. There are many of them in Diagon Alley.

"They're ghosts," Kreacher said, "and they don't know they're dead."

"How did you know?" Pomona asked.

Kreacher's ears drooped in frustration. After a long time, he said in a low voice like a bullfrog, "I have lived with the portrait of Mistress Black for more than ten years. There are only two of us in that house."

"So what's the difference between the living and the dead?"

"They don't feel it," Kreacher said. "It should be cold wearing something so thin."

"Are you feeling cold?" Pomona asked.

Kreacher didn't answer.

"I'm not going to give you a dress."

"We can't leave home." Kreacher said. "We will freeze to death if we leave home for too long."

This is actually a very simple problem. If you feel cold, just put on clothes. However, there are many reasons why people living on the streets cannot add clothes. For example, the little match girl froze to death on Christmas Eve due to the hallucination caused by fire.

Pomona was not sure whether to disturb the two ghosts. Unlike the pearl-white ghosts in Hogwarts, they were colored. The little girl was also wearing a green skirt and red ballet shoes.

The shoes look very cute.

"What are you waiting for?" Pomona said as she passed the little girl.

"My dad." The little girl looked back at her, "He took a boat to New York."

Pomona figured out who she was.

According to legend, there was a girl named May at the Liverpool docks. Her father boarded the Titanic and never came back, but she still waited for him on the shore every day holding her puppy.

In order to comfort her, her uncle put on a diving suit and went into the sea to search for the wreckage of the Titanic, and finally brought back her father's relics to comfort her.

Pomona stood on the pier, imagining the scene in the movie, but unfortunately there was nothing in front of her, except two seagulls.

"What are you doing?" Pomona asked the other ghost.

"I'm looking for a pen." The ghost looked at the seagull and said, "There is an important document that needs my signature."

"Why not use a pen?" Pomona asked. "And do you know how to make a quill?"

"Go away!" The ghost coaxed her away fiercely.

"I need a feather for a pen."

After she walked away, the ghost looked at the seagulls in the sky and said, "Please give me one."

Of course the seagulls ignored him. They spread their wings and hovered on the air current, but refused to land.

"How about we make a deal?" Voldemort said, "I tell you what I know, and you tell me what you know."

"I'm still going to call you Tom," Pomona said, "and you have to swear you won't punish me like you did before."

"Feathers." Voldemort said, "When you think of wings, you think of feathers. The best quills are made from the outer wings of goose or swans, the fifth feather from the tip of the wings. Some scribes also use crow feathers to write those

Smaller text."

"Oh." She was extremely surprised.

"In the past, scribes had to send people to farmers or the seaside to find suitable feathers. However, the collected feathers could not be used directly. They needed to undergo a certain hardening process first. Some were placed in a bright place to dry for several months; others

It will be soaked in water and then placed in a heated sand tray for artificial hardening. After removing the barbs and oily skin on the feather, the inner marrow of the quill also needs to be emptied, leaving only one

It is a hard and almost transparent tube. When using it, people will use a short and sharp knife to thin both sides of the tip of the tube, then draw a slit in the middle, and stick the ink on it before use."

"But the wizard quill doesn't seem to be that troublesome."

Pomona took out her quill and looked at it in her hand.

"Augury feathers cannot be used as quills because they repel ink." Voldemort said. "Do you know what the ink is made of?"

"Ink made of different materials has different effects. The ink added with the Invisible Beast Tincture can become invisible, while the ink added with the Eternal Potion can never fade."

"My diary originally had writing on it, but later it all disappeared. It can also absorb ink. The ordinary ink used by students now does not contain ingredients such as invisible beast tincture and eternity potion. It only has pigments or dyes. However, in

In the Middle Ages, people used carbon ink and metallic ink. This metallic ink was made from a mixture of oak gall and green vitriol. Iron gall ink was lighter in color when it was first written. When iron oxidized in the air, it turned black, and

It cannot be removed by erasing or cleaning, but can only be removed by scraping the surface of the paper. In the 5th century, cinnabar, which is natural mercury sulfide, was mixed with white eggs and gum arabic.

Mixed, red ink was obtained, and eventually, the combination of red and black ink and quill became a standard feature on medieval desks."

"Merlin's beard." Pomona whispered. "Mungenius asked for mercury to be added to the gold coins..."

"Perhaps he accidentally knocked over the two inks one day, and then he came up with this wonderful idea." Voldemort continued, "Sometimes, the red ink can be replaced by blood, and blood also contains iron."

"So, Corvus's feathers represent lead, and Cygnus's feathers represent iron?"

"Five have been guessed, and there are two left." Voldemort said, "The ears of wheat in Virgo still have the last layer of the labyrinth that has not been opened."

"Don't you ask me, does the copper represent that star?"

"You said it was a deal, I've said mine, it's your turn to fulfill the contract."

"So I can still call you Tom?"

"Love is a sweet poison, and knowledge makes iron and blood blend. The combination of the two is a pair of wings of death. When the last light in the heart of a fallen angel disappears, do you think he is still an angel?"

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

"The heart of a lion actually represents the heart of a king." Voldemort sneered sarcastically. "The lion is a beast, just like the sun is just one of the stars. It is not worthy of worship. You can't even understand this. Muggles are Muggles.

"

Pomona couldn't find the words to reply to him.

"What do you want to say?" he asked condescendingly.

"Damn poisonous snakes." She thought for a long time and only came up with this sentence: "Why are you so annoying?"

The lion looks so cool, Gryffindor's symbol is the lion.

"Stupid, reckless, violent, and arrogant lion." Voldemort countered not to be outdone. "Besides telling everyone that Slytherins are evil, what else would he do?"

"You are quite evil..."

"Ha." Voldemort shouted exaggeratedly, "Severus is right, you are a different kind of fool from ordinary fools."

"Can you tell me clearly..."

"Think slowly on your own with your pitiful brain that is not full of food and love!"

After saying that, Voldemort ignored her again.

"It's Vega!" she said to the crow who was hiding somewhere. "Those sculptures are the strange birds of Lake Stymphalos."

She still hasn't received any reply.

"Ah! I hate Slytherin!" She was so angry that she went crazy and stamped her feet as hard as she didn't mind the pain.

Whether it is parchment, ink or quills, these office supplies are very hard to come by. Therefore, in order not to waste precious office equipment, fastidious scribes must copy on a special table in a rather awkward posture.

They had to sit upright on a high-backed chair and tilt a special table, because the quill's writing was most effective when the tip of the pen was at right angles to the surface of the parchment.

The process of copying is painful, but compared with farmers working in the fields, soldiers practicing martial arts, and scholars thinking about problems, is the pain of the scribe really painful?

Maybe one day in the Middle Ages, a scribe was going to relax after a day of copying, and then suddenly thought that maybe there would be a machine that could replace him in the future, such as a doll or something, so that he would not be so tired and could leave.

In this room, I can enjoy the spring sunshine with the girls on spring outing outside the window.

Unfortunately, this was a foolish dream, so after a short rest, he started writing again, working hard for the next meal of bread.

If there is an automatic quill pen, why should Rita Kister be the note-taker? Maybe it’s because the quill pen is not particularly reliable.

Oak galls are knots caused by certain gall wasps, such as chemical substances in tree trunks, in order to hatch their larvae, usually from oak trees.

Harry's home in Godric's Hollow was written with eternal ink, and Rohart's violet ink. The acceptance letter magically said the sea, the hut on the rock, and the emerald green on the floor.

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