Then they labored with his primordial intellect till at last he understood . . .
Primordial intellect. *wheezes with laughter*
I have to start using that. Aw, I feel sad I didn’t get to use this at Harry when I was doing those chapter breakdowns. Maybe I’ll give Draco the opportunity to in a fic, ha ha. ♡
As an aside, this is a story about a king of Tuscany who fathered triplets and believed his sisters who told him the triplets were a cat, a snake, and a stick instead of humans. He imprisoned his wife as a witch and ordered his children to be tossed into the sea. The gardener, who was tasked with the infanticide, took the children in and raised them as his own. The children became gardeners as well and eventually grew a watermelon, which they took to the king, but inside were precious stones instead of seeds to teach the king the lesson that “a melon can produce stones as easily as a woman can give birth to a cat, a stick, and a snake”. In other words, not at all.
Hence the labouring with his “primordial intellect”.