Archive from 1899: a visit of Mr. Peverell(8)
“No, but it’ll get wrinkled out of a reaction in defensive system, and even twist the content of words, when the light makes them feel in distress.” Gellert meant seriously. “Imagine when you tried to look for a benign plant and the book led you to a detour, or to a python. You wouldn’t want yourself to be fooled by those cunning books.”
Albus was shocked yet curious, “They are as sensible to temperature and humidity as humans do, right?” “It would make sense if they were still alive when people drew marks on them.”
“Have you any idea of where they came from? A paper-making factory?” Gellert questioned with interest.
“Don’t know, maybe…I remembered a bedtime story, saying that Mr. and Mrs. Mehllock had slaughtered thousands of goats to supply the magic community with writing sheets, like in Middle Ages?” Albus tried really hard on what was actually beyond his knowledge.
Albus was shocked yet curious, “They are as sensible to temperature and humidity as humans do, right?” “It would make sense if they were still alive when people drew marks on them.”
“Have you any idea of where they came from? A paper-making factory?” Gellert questioned with interest.
“Don’t know, maybe…I remembered a bedtime story, saying that Mr. and Mrs. Mehllock had slaughtered thousands of goats to supply the magic community with writing sheets, like in Middle Ages?” Albus tried really hard on what was actually beyond his knowledge.