Harry Potter: Dawn's Light
Chapter 664

Sick as a Dog

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Although Britain and France were separated only by a single channel, there was a one-hour time difference. The express train crossing Europe from west to east passed through more than a dozen countries of varying sizes, and every country kept a different time. As a result, everyone ate at different hours.

It was around two in the afternoon Greenwich time when Pomona finally began to feel hungry. By then, they had already stopped at Cote d'Or, where several locals had boarded. Rather than taking the luxurious first-class carriage, they had gone into second class.

They rode this sort of train the way Britons rode double-decker buses. Girls from the French countryside were not as fashionable as Parisian girls, but they possessed a fresh, rustic beauty, like the difference between the Louvre and Fontainebleau.

The formal robes Fleur Delacour had worn during the Triwizard Tournament were cool and elegant, with intricate tailoring. They had probably been bought in Paris. The country girls wore simpler styles. They were not so stunningly beautiful that they made one's head spin, but they gave off an innocent feeling.

British breakfasts were very hearty, while French dinners were lavish and served very late. Naturally, many habits differed abroad. Pomona had not experienced this sort of inverted time difference in a long time.

Philippe did not merely know how to make French food. He could also cook Italian and German cuisine. Vienna's music was famous throughout the world, and its sausages were delicious too. With fresh baguettes, French onion soup, a plate of Italian bolognese, and truffle bacon, that was their lunch.

She loved animals, but she also loved meat. Humans fed their food to animals for a reason. Some did it to obtain their meat, while others wanted emotional comfort from them.

If livestock were clever

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