Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1205

  When Severus and Eugene returned to the previous exhibition hall full of murals, Gong Saiyi and Shang Boliang were already waiting there.

   "Have you discussed a solution?" Severus asked with a stiff face.

  Gon Saiyi looked at Shang Boliang.

  Shang Boliang hesitated, and said, "I think you will know the result only after you open the ‘surprise box’."

   "What do you mean?" Severus asked.

   "He meant that we only knew what we were encountering after we started it." Eugene said coldly, "After discussing it for a long time, I still haven't discussed any results."

   "We can leave the sculpture in that room for the end." Gong Saiyi said, "Where did you go?"

   "We opened another'surprise box'." Severus said with a smirk, "From now on, the Louvre will have an extra mascot."

  "What is it?" Shang Boliang asked nervously.

  "The Egyptians called it Bobby, a baboon with red ears." Severus said.

   "I don't allow that kind of monsters to appear in my museum!" Shang Boliang was excited and waved his fists. "They are dangerous to the audience!"

   "Where is the last crocodile?" Severus ignored Shang Boliang and looked at Eugene instead.

  Eu Ren's gaze swept across the mural quickly.

  Although these murals are painted in the tomb, they describe scenes in the living world, mainly farming and making pottery, sculptures, musicians playing instruments, and rituals.

   "There." Eugene pointed to a mural and said, "A crocodile hidden in the reed."

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed. It was a noble hunting picture. A group of people rode horses to the Nile River to hunt. Some horses still had prey on their backs. When the protagonist was holding a bow and arrow, he was about to shoot one. When it was a waterfowl, a crocodile hid in the reeds by the river and waited for an opportunity. It seemed that it was planning to wait for someone to kill the waterfowl and steal the prey.

  "Egypt is where the floodwaters are irrigated." Shang Boliang said fascinatedly, "Egypt is a gift from the Nile."

   Severus removed the dagger from the spear, and now he can use the Levitating Curse, the dagger of Pharaoh Camos I was floated in the air by him, and slowly approached the crocodile in the mural.

  "What are you doing?" Shang Boliang regained his consciousness. "Do you want to destroy cultural relics?"

   "What do you think?" Severus said impatiently.

  "You can't do this!" Shang Boliang looked at Eugene "Are you just watching this? Soldier?"

  Eu Ren didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.

   "Where did your ‘friend’ go?" Eugene asked Severus.

   "How do I know, I don't even know what he came here for." Severus said, and then suddenly holding his breath, the dagger pierced the mural crocodile's eye.

  This time the black water did not flow out from the wound that was stabbed, but the black water was dripping out from the cracks in the floor tiles of the entire hall, and everyone left the area.

More and more black liquid flowed out from the cracks in the ground, eventually forming a rectangular pond, and then with a "boom", the black liquid ignited like oil, and a large flame snake slowly stood upright in the fire. Lift up the upper body.

   "Paracelsus, it's the Rose Potter snake!" Gonsai yelled.

   "What's that?" Severus asked him, but Gonsey was pale and looked like he wanted to run, but he didn't run because he was concerned about something.

"It is the guardian of Naris, the southern gate of the underworld." Shang Boliang said. "From the southern gate to the house of the entourage, there is a lake of fire. It lives there. The lake of fire will burn the guilty and purify the righteous. And the Ross Tao snake feeds on the bodies of those people."

   "That's a monster." Eugène said to Severus, "How do you plan to score? This big one is much more difficult to deal with than the two smaller ones you just dealt with."

   "Difficult to deal with? It can't be destroyed!" Gonsai trembling said, "Only a spell can temporarily repel it."

   "What is that spell?" Severus asked.

  Gonsey seemed to wake up and began to look for books in his wallet.

  "I'll help." Shang Boliang said, he can pick up a book just like Eugene can pick up a sword.

   "I hate Egypt." Severus whispered and walked up to the big flame snake.

  This snake has no "substance", but is composed of flames, which looks similar to the fiery snake summoned by Voldemort during the Battle of the Ministry of Magic.

The air heated up quickly after being heated by the flames, and the hot wind from the surface almost burned people’s beards and hairs. It was only in the last Ministry of Magic battle that Albus Dumbledore could use the water from the Magic Brothers fountain to deal with him. , But there is no such fountain in this exhibition hall.

  Severus summoned an ointment to prevent flame magic from the deformed lizard skin pocket and applied it to his face and hands.

  "Do you think this ointment will work for high-level flame magic?" Eugene asked, seeing his behavior.

   "I'm also a high-end potion." Severus said, "It doesn't matter if you try to find out."

  He thought about it, and found a bottle of water from his pocket.

"what is that?"

  “Forget River Water.” The Potion Professor smiled and replied, “It depends on whether the water of the Styx in this Greek mythology has no effect on the flame snake in Egypt.”

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  "Do you know why the dance was held just now?"

  When Hathor was admiring the paintings in the Denon Pavilion at the Louvre, she suddenly asked Pomona.

  Pomona is now wearing a cloak of invisibility. Although there are few patrols in the Louvre, there are many surveillance cameras. She doesn't want her appearance on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow.

   "I don't know." Pomona said as if she gave up resistance.

"It was held for Josephine by the Textile Industry Chamber of Commerce. Napoleon only appeared for an hour." Hathor said. "1800 was the beginning of the French "Industrial Revolution". At that time, the British Industrial Revolution was already dozens of times ahead of France. In 1988, the civilian cotton yarn produced in the United Kingdom was much better in quality and quantity than that in France. They wanted France to open up the market, and the French textile industry chamber hoped that Napoleon would prohibit British goods from entering France, which would have an impact on the local industry. "

   "Oh, I didn't expect this." Pomona said in surprise.

"The British know how to compromise. In the autumn of 1801, the Baltic countries had a poor grain harvest, and the same was true in the United Kingdom. However, the price of food in the United Kingdom was not as sharp as that in France. This means that the consumption of food has increased, coupled with the poor harvest, within a week, the price of four pounds of bread has risen to 18 sou. People lined up in front of the bakery, and then someone gave an impromptu speech. There are not as many people inciting as before. Ten years of turmoil has exhausted the French. Civil strife and terror have reduced the French urban population by 20%. They hope for peace and a new life. Bonaparte asked French bankers to take everything they had originally. The grain shipped to the Netherlands and the UK was bought to stabilize grain prices. In exchange, he wanted to open the French cotton yarn market to the UK."

   "There is no good feast." Pomona shook her head. "It's all profit."

"Last year... I mean in 1800, when France and Austria were at war, the British also stepped in. When the Austrian army assembled in Genoa and Swabian to invade France on both sides, the British funded Bavaria and attacked Provence. With Alsace, he handed Liguria to Massena and the Rhine to Moreau. He brought 40,000 people, 600 horses, and 40 cannons into Italy from the Saint Bernard Pass. The soldiers complained. He said that he did not have much respect for humans and treated them as camel animals. The locals expected that they would not be able to browse the Alps, but they succeeded. The Austrian soldiers stationed in Italy were attacked from the back and could not support Germany. Southern France avoided invasion. Compared with the Franco-Prussian War, the French are still the French, but they lack the military genius like Bonaparte. What do you think?"

   "As you just said, the reason why the Medes were conquered by Persia was not because peace has made them more submissive, but because they lack the wisdom of war." Pomona said.

"Bonaparte has such a big head, and there is no air in it. He asked us a question just now. What do you think is the'lever' that drove the soldiers to pry out the cannons that were trapped in the snow?" Hato You asked.

   "I don't know." Pomona said troubledly, "I thought it was an honor."

"Women don’t understand soldiers, just as soldiers don’t understand women. Those **** actually think women’s rights are equal to minors in civil law.” Hathor said angrily. “They also treat women as intellectual when they make education plans. The weak, can you believe that someone dares to speak like this? "We Western people have corrupted themselves by pampering women too much. They should not be regarded as equal to men. In fact, they are all tools for childbirth and it is best to do Needlework, not rap'."

   "Who is so bold?" Pomona said angrily.

"This was what they said when they were in the secret room of the study. I was living in that sculpture." Hathor curled his lips displeased. "There were not many places I could go. You didn't ask me how I could read Emile. The book? It’s in the study room. I was bored so I had to take a look."

   "They said this behind our back." Pomona felt bored in her chest and wanted to fan herself.

   "In fact, there are more irritating things. I want to teach them a lesson. What do you think?" Hathor asked.

   "What are your plans?" Pomona asked.

   "Don't forget, you are a prophet." Hathor smiled and said, "How about you'predict' this storm?"

  　 The recognition of patriarchy and husbandship is a common view in Napoleon’s era. In fact, the status of women in Napoleon’s era is a big retrogression after Molière’s era.

  (End of this chapter)