Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1163 Male and female robbers

  It is imagination that rules the world.

  ——Napoleon

  It can be seen from the promotional brochure that comes with the ticket purchase, in fact, the museum they visited just now is no longer the Syrian museum, but belongs to the 16th to 19th century Italian sculpture and ancient Greek sculpture area of ​​the Denon Pavilion.

  They went back from the goddess pillar gate again and walked towards the central square, where the glass pyramid is no longer visible.

  Even before Napoleon’s expedition to Egypt, the French had a high enthusiasm for the Pharaoh’s territory. Among the four ancient civilizations, the Babylonian Kingdom only left a stone-carved Code of Hammurabi. India has become a British colony, and the occupation of Egypt can cut off the British route to India.

  In this expedition, Napoleon chose elite soldiers and strong generals, while Egypt chose the most elite Mamluk cavalry. They rode the best Arabian horses and used the most advanced weapons in the world at that time.

  However, in the battle under the pyramid, no matter how brave the Mamluk cavalry was, and forgot to charge their lives, they were forced to retreat by the French artillery.

  In a tacky language, the wheels of history are rolling forward, and these cavalrymen cannot resist it. Unless the Egyptians can find the bracelet of the Scorpion King and summon an army of undead.

  Napoleon destroyed the rule of the Mamluk military aristocracy in Egypt for centuries, and brought modern civilization to Egypt. At least Egypt is much more open than the Middle East.

  He brought a large team of scholars, carried out large-scale archaeological excavations, and almost greedily excavated the remains of ancient Egyptian civilization.

  Whether it is the tomb of the pharaoh or the cemetery of common people, all have been excavated, and even the mummies in the coffin have not been let go, and they have become collectors’ collections.

  But it was precisely because someone robbed them that the Egyptians understood how important these buried stones are with hieroglyphs.

  The treasure is not made of precious materials, and its value cannot be judged based on its materials.

  Egyptians would not even exchange gold for the Rosetta Stone at the British Museum, and they would never want to exchange the Dandra constellation board back.

It’s just that the Westerners who are guarding these “treasures” don’t seem to be too troubled, and they refuse to let go after being cursed. Since she came to this exhibition hall, she felt uncomfortable all over her body, as if she had returned to the location where they left a few days ago. Paldo's labyrinth.

  Severus didn't let go until he was sure no one would follow.

  There are fewer people here, and the sculptures are very abstract, not as lifelike as ancient Greek sculptures. There should be no need to worry about “artists” pretending to be sculptures.

   "Are you angry?" She thought for a long time before she came up with such a stupid thing.

  "You still don't understand why I and Sirius Black will fight each other? Are you?" He asked calmly.

   "A little bit." She grabbed his pinky finger and tweaked, "But I don't think Sirius would like me."

   "Why... Forget it, don't mention that idiot." Severus changed his words halfway through, "I still remember Lily, but she is dead. I live with you now. I know that very clearly.

  Like Heathcliff, because he did not let go of Catherine, he finally died lonely and madly.

  She tilted her head and looked at the hideous wound on his neck. Why not use Phoenix tears? Make sure that no scars will be left.

"Do you remember the story of the Resurrection Stone?" Severus didn't notice her distraction, and continued, "The girl who was resurrected felt that she didn't belong to this world. Sometimes I also feel that way. People are dreaming, and you won’t be there when I wake up. I looked into Lily’s eyes. I don’t know how to face her after death, how to tell her that I’m going to persuade her to die with his life-protected son, but This is Harry Potter’s life, isn’t it? There are also werewolves. I hate that the Ministry of Magic people use killings to solve problems at every turn, but what else can I do? There are no werewolves, there are Death Eaters on their arms. People will continue to be discriminated against. I can’t let Draco live like that. It’s a curse. I didn’t fulfill my vow to take care of him. Look at that stone monument. Werewolves have been discriminated against and expelled from five thousand years ago. I can't...I can't..."

  He gasped like he couldn't breathe.

   "Sit down." Pomona said, "Come here."

  She was sitting on the ground leaning on a pillar next to a Sphinx sculpture. Severus also sat down, and it took a long time for her to breathe back to normal.

  "Why does Heaven still have nightmares?" After a long time, he looked at the ceiling and asked, "Where am I now?"

   "The world." Pomona said, "You think about me, so you don't have to think about the unpleasant things?"

   "I don't want you to participate in political life. It is a dangerous profession. Arthur Weasley was assassinated. I thought that would give you a bit of warning."

   "But..."

  "What does it have to do with you when Europe is in war and going backwards back to the Middle Ages? Naturally there will be people smarter than you who will consider this issue. Besides, you are not planning to let Justin handle this matter?"

   "What if he messes up?"

"How bad do you think things can evolve?" Severus said slowly. "We have survived the Black Death, war, famine, and religious reform. Life will find its own way. Don't interfere too much." Do you think that through education, people will become a person who abandons his family like a white wizard and devotes himself to the'greater good'?"

"I……"

   "I'll empty your property, and I won't keep you a silver cock." Before she could speak, Severus threatened.

  Pomona glared at him.

"I can't stop you from getting into trouble." He smiled sinisterly and said, "just like you can't stop me from spending money to be good to you. You can continue your great career. But when your vault is empty, the next meal is bread. When everything becomes a problem, you will return to a normal life."

   "You can't do this!" Pomona said.

   "I am your husband." He said leisurely, "Which woman do you think is like you in this world?"

  She didn’t know what to say again.

  "Leave those Muggles alone." He said, as pure-bloodism advocates, "Let them fend for themselves."

   "Do you want to let go?"

   "Then do you think I can control it?" Severus asked back, "You know that bunker, we will go there when the situation is wrong, no one will find us."

   Pomona remembered the bunker that the ** had built, which contained a lot of expensive wine.

   "I didn't think it would really come in handy one day." She whispered.

  Severus stood up suddenly.

  He walked to a booth and looked at the collection carefully.

  It was a shallow stone basin. Pomona also stood up and walked to the basin. It was empty, and there was even a dead cricket lying in it.

  "Is this..."

   "Pedestrian basin." Severus said, "I remember Cairo has the largest alchemy research center."

   "I heard it is rare." Pomona said.

"It's rare doesn't mean it's unique. Most meditation basins, like magic wands, will be buried together with wizards. The meditation basin at Hogwarts is handed down from generation to generation, and only a few people will use it. Severesto said in a long note, "It can faithfully present the details stored in the subconscious, no matter how ashamed of those memories."

   "It seems that the Muggles dug up a wizard's tomb." Pomona said.

   "And they are powerful wizards. Most wizards dare not deal with memories like this." Severus stared at the stone basin.

  His eyes are clearly full of desire.

   "No!" Pomona woke up and said repeatedly, "No, no, no!"

   "Why not?" Severus squinted and smiled. "It's dusting here anyway."

   "It does not mean that it is placed here..."

   "Let's take it back." Severus said categorically.

   "Steal it." Pomona said helplessly, "This is the collection of the Louvre."

   "This is the stolen loot that the French snatched from Egypt." Severus said, "How come you think you can't steal something from the Louvre?"

   At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the exhibition hall. It turned out that the "stone sculpture" was running wildly. He was followed by several people in uniform, who looked like security personnel from the Louvre.

   "Sniff!" Pomona said to the nose with a cold face, "This is your new nickname."

  Severus smiled and bowed to her "You already mentioned it."

   Then glanced at the meditation basin, holding her hand and continuing to patrol the exhibition hall, as if looking for the next prey.

  (End of this chapter)