Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1155 The Story of Paris (8)

  For the poor, there is a place that they have the opportunity to patronize more or less in their lifetime. This place is called a pawnshop.

  This is an industry with a very bad reputation, because some pawnshops often take advantage of others, such as blogging.

  Although it did not bear the name of the pawnshop, it was essentially the same. The Dark Lord’s mother, Merope, brought the priceless Slytherin locket to sell, but Bokbojin only gave her 10 gold gallons.

The pawnshops of the 17th and 18th centuries collected everything from jewelry to silver tapestries. There are many such places in the capital city of Paris. The rich usually don’t give money directly, they will give the beauties valuable jewelry, if The beauty doesn't like it, so you can **** it for money. As small as bedding, farm tools, and craftsman tools, this is actually beneficial to the poor. After all, ordinary poor people have only daily necessities, no artworks or decorations, not to mention jewels such as Slytherin lockets.

  The little match girl froze to death on the street, relying on the hallucinations brought by the flame to go to heaven to accompany her grandma.

  One year when the cold snap hit Paris, many poor people were frozen to death. French pawnshops distributed the pawned thermal supplies, quilts, scarves and jackets for free.

  Before he became famous, the artist would also make a living through pawn. Monet was impoverished when he was young, and once had an indissoluble bond with the **** shop.

  After taking power, the Paris Commune cleared the pawnshops.

  Under the siege, Paris does not support idlers, and tools must be distributed to skilled workers who can work.

  At the same time, the Paris Commune used itself as a guarantee to pay these things to the poor who pawned the necessities of life, especially those of the National Self-Defense Army and their families, as long as they took the vouchers back.

  There are earls and dukes who vie for a position like a hound, picking up a handkerchief for Louis XV; there are also poor people who know that life is difficult and **** the necessities of life without the benefits of this resolution.

  The Paris Commune specially found the tickets and sent them door to door to the widows and families of the martyrs. Or provide another solution, and return things to them temporarily, and pay them in monthly installments within five years.

  Perhaps the werewolf’s reluctance to register at the werewolf office and accept the management of the Ministry of Magic may have another reason besides fear of identity exposure and discrimination.

  Using the original text in the Paris Commune newspaper, people with self-esteem will not easily apply for a charity, even if it is a charity in a different form.

  So Scamander's proposal on werewolf management ultimately failed.

  Even experts in the protection of magical animals cannot fully understand the lifestyles and thoughts of people in another world.

   Learned something from Pomona from that Muggle newspaper. It is not necessarily that rich people have "prudence", but poor people have their own "prudence" as well.

  The pride of the poor is slightly different from the pride of the rich. In this world where the amount of money determines the importance of a person, if a rich person tramples on the pride of others by being poor, it will be a terrible consequence to gain.

  There is a slip road next to Diagon Alley in England, Knock Down Alley, which is full of suspicious wizards.

  Harry encountered harassment after he came out of Bokimbock. Hagrid would be very dangerous if Hagrid hadn't appeared in time.

  In dark corners, such trees with evil roots will always grow, whether it is the world of Muggles or the world of wizards.

  These people usually don't dare to be too arrogant, they rushed out of those corners together with the chaos, and committed all the horrible evils.

  A well-dressed person becomes the primary target, whether he is a rich businessman or a nobleman, guilty or innocent.

  At this time, it is necessary to carry weapons with you, but in the face of thousands of thugs, rather than being a hero single-handedly, running to the barracks and palace is the safest way.

  If the runaway accidentally trips over the skirt or high heels, then after a period of time, an unidentified corpse will appear in the drain.

  No one knows who it was before it was alive. The bones of the poor and the rich together form part of the bone wall of the famous catacombs in Paris. The catacombs not only contain the bones of plague patients, but also those who died during the Revolution.

  There is no epitaph and no one to commemorate it.

  Albus once reminded Sirius to be kind to Kliche, Sirius did not listen. His attitude towards Klitsch was not good at all, although he was a very good godfather in Harry's eyes.

  Double agent Snape took Pomona to a dark corner of Paris to ask for news.

  Hidden area is as bright and beautiful as Diagon Alley, while dirt-laden corners like Knockover Alley are hidden underground.

  France is the largest black market distributing center in Europe. There is no difference between day and night in this dark tunnel. There is even no public light source in it. The lighting is provided by the long-bright candles floating on the various stalls.

  Because of the big celebrity Nick LeMay, a "magic stone" is placed on every stall, in addition to all kinds of human bone products.

  Except for the absence of a human bone wall, this tunnel is almost indistinguishable from the catacombs. It is cold, gloomy and sneaky all year round. It is really not a place for a well-dressed person to come.

   Before entering, she turned the invisibility cloak upside down, letting the black fleece face outwards, wrapping herself up from head to toe.

  Severus was wearing his black coat and black robe, and he was familiar with it, as if it wasn't the first time he had been to this place.

  Occasionally, Pomona could hear a violent coughing sound from the mine. The sound reminded her of pneumonic plague and dragon pox that sorcerers would also be infected, and subconsciously covered her face with her hands.

  Rather than paying attention to the goods sold by unbelievable vendors, people who visit here should be more concerned about their money bags.

  Fortunately, they didn’t go far before they met the shops.

  The French called the pawnshop "Aunt", and the shop's name was Aunt Kelly. On the sign, a fat woman holding a lace parasol, the bright colors did not match the atmosphere in this tunnel.

  They opened the door and walked in. Behind the counter in the shop was an old fairy with a dignified face, looking sadly at the newspaper. In addition, there were human apprentices who were swiftly using their wands to clean up the dust on the merchandise.

   "What do I need?" The old fairy asked after a moment of wearing the two of them.

   "What do you have here?" Severus asked calmly.

   "It depends on what you want?" The old fairy pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

   "Bokimbok in the UK is not as good as before. I want to see products that are different from those in the UK." Severus said in a pure queen accent, "It doesn't have to be related to black magic."

   "It is best to be an antique that can be used as a gift." Pomona answered.

   "Are you going to give it to a man or a woman?" The old fairy squinted at Pomona.

   "Madam." Pomona said, "Or a lady in a house, there are many women in that family."

  "Then you should give each lady a gift." The old fairy said.

   "We only plan to give one away." Severus said, "Take us to see what you have?"

   "Usually we don't welcome strangers to the treasure room." The old fairy slumped in the chair, her fingers crossed, as if looking at the two of them.

"I know, you only bring regular customers into the back hall." Severus took out a large bag of Jin Jialong from the deformed lizard skin pocket with his leather-gloved hands, and placed it on the counter. , Let out a muffled sound "Are you familiar with it?"

  The old fairy laughed immediately.

  It jumped from the seat, swiped through a small safe with a complicated structure with its fingertips, and took a bunch of keys from it.

   "Two, please come with me." It said to two humans with a humility that is rare in fairies.

  The two followed it to the back door of the pawnshop. When the door was opened, they stepped down the steps. In front of them, there was a railcar parked in a tunnel, which looked very similar to the underground tunnel of Gringotts.

   "Aren't you afraid of being robbed?" Severus asked the old goblin.

   "If the things the robbers robbed are to be changed hands, who do they look for?" The old goblin asked cunningly.

  Severus looked at it for a while, first helped Pomona get into the car, and then pulled on her robe and got into the car.

  After waiting for the two to get on the car, the old fairy sat in the front row, inserted the key into the minecart, and pulled the lever. The minecart galloped in the dark tunnel and soon disappeared.

  (End of this chapter)