Harry Potter Morning Light

European collectors in the 19th century had a very controversial opinion, which is still marketed today.

They believed that it would be better for scholars and businessmen to bring their precious finds to Europe, since there is no museum in Cairo, and a European museum would save those artifacts from looting and destruction. Pasha was a senior official in the administrative system of the Ottoman Empire, usually the governor, general and senior officials, equivalent to the British "lord". Of course, the Egyptian Pasha Muhammad Ali at that time did not agree with the ideas of Europeans. He once A museum was established, but as that museum was disbanded, the gift of the collection was quickly divided up as a "diplomatic gift".

The three of them had to carefully examine the Egyptian cultural relics in the Louvre, trying to find some unusual traces, and they were dazzled.

At this time, Pomona suddenly thought of Bill Weasley. He had worked in Egypt and was also a spellbreaker, and he was much more credible than this ignorant Count Conseil Leroy.

Not all French people are proud to speak French. There are always people who want to speak English because of work. After all, English is now an international language.

But Pomona can't speak French to French people. She has met French people who have traveled to the UK before. As long as she speaks French, they are particularly keen to correct her accent, or a "I'm here "Patience" attitude, pretending to be patient enough to listen to her in accented French.

She was not familiar with Conseil, but Bill was much more familiar, and it would be safer to take acquaintances with her when she took risks, but she herself did not know why she hadn't thought of it at the time.

She kept recalling, and always felt that there was one very important thing she had forgotten, and then she came to the side of the Pensieve, which was filled with a silver substance at the moment, which looked similar to the one in the Hogwarts principal's room. Almost exactly the same.

"Come and see," Pomona said to the two men.

Gonseil and Severus came together.

Pomona pointed her wand at the Pensieve.

"It's full," said Pomona. "What do you think that means?"

"Do you know what this is?" Severus asked Gonseil.

"It's very rare." Conseil looked at the Pensieve and said, "I saw it in the books collected by my great-grandfather. This thing seems to be called a Pensieve."

"What do Muggles think of a room full of ancient Egyptian artefacts containing runes?" Pomona said.

"This is a room full of unsolved mysteries." Gonceil said, "This stone basin of unknown purpose is also one of the unsolved mysteries."

Severus leaned over to the Pensieve, looking eager to dive in.

"No." Pomona took his arm. "Too risky."

"The next time the summer solstice and the full moon are at the same time won't be until eight years later, who knows if the same vision will happen next time." Severus stared at Pomona, he seemed determined to take the risk Dangerous.

"I'll do it," said Conseil eagerly.

This time Pomona didn't stop, but Severus didn't immediately agree.

Pomona shook her head secretly.

No wonder Albus felt that Severus looked like a Gryffindor at times.

In the end it was Severus who brought his face closer to the Pensieve, which he was familiar with, as he said. Conseil watched his back with her, wondering what he had gone through.

"My great-grandfather once went to Egypt to explore." Gonseil said without words. "He said that the locals were as thin as monkeys and very agile. Once they opened a huge stone gate, and a small local man went through first. Going in, it took a lot of effort to open that stone door so that his body could get in."

"What did he find?" Pomona asked absently.

"Nothing was found," said Conseil. "It was hot and smelly in there. He went back."

Pomona looked at Conseil.

"My great-grandfather was not a studious and quick-witted person. At that time, the upper class thought it was a fashionable topic to talk about Egyptian civilization. He collected a lot of Egyptian artifacts, but he probably forgot them himself. There are so many Egyptian artefacts hidden in the warehouses.”

"Why don't you sell them?" asked Pomona.

"That was my mother's idea." Gong Saiyi said with a smile, "I should find a job instead of relying on the inheritance left by my ancestors to live a rich and leisurely life, and it is precisely because of those cultural relics that I became an appraiser. "

"You have a clever mother." Pomona admired.

"My father used to say that too." Gonçeil smiled. "He said she was the cornerstone of our family."

"Where are your parents?"

"They all live in the country and sometimes I go back to see them, they don't like the crowds in Paris."

"You have no other siblings?"

"I have an older brother who works in the Ministry of Magic." Gonseil raised his eyebrows. "He has a lot of opinions on the work I do and thinks I'm promoting corruption."

"How can you stop this?"

"I hope he thinks like you, Madame." Conseil addressed her in French. "We both work in Paris, but we rarely see each other. I don't know where he lives. Are you satisfied with my answer?" ?”

Pomona felt a little embarrassed and a little overwhelmed.

"The owner of the auction house is nice to me. I'm just tired of working in the office all the time." Goncey said, "I've seen a lot of antiques, and I've seen a lot of people. I can feel that you are different from them."

"What's different?"

"You didn't keep looking at the thing you were going to buy," said Conseil. "Your husband, he looked me in the eye, and I knew right then that you were not fools to be tricked by that old goblin."

"We exchanged a bottle of Phoenix Tears with him." Pomona said, "Do you know how much Phoenix Tears are cherished?"

"Then do you know why I think Edward Kelly knows where Nunn is?" Gonceil said again with a smile.

Pomona kept smiling.

Just then, Severus lifted his head from the Pensieve, and the two of them stopped talking.

"What did you see?" Pomona asked.

"It was a grand ceremony for the Egyptians to sacrifice the Nile River." Severus said, "After Osiris became the lord of the underworld, Habis became the river god of the Nile River, but they are not in charge of the rise and fall of the river, they just remind the residents along the river Pay attention to disaster prevention."

"I've heard the myth," said Gonseil, "that the Nile flooded because of the tears of the goddess Isis."

"I saw the priest sacrifice with the blood of the eagle," Severus said. "Not long after the sacrifice was completed, the river began to flood."

"What does that mean?" Pomona asked.

"The Egyptians slit the eagle's throat with a golden dagger." Severus touched the scar on his neck subconsciously. "I think their bet is the 'artifact' used in the sacrifice to the gods."

"That's not a big deal." Gonceil said, "I don't know how many times the Egyptians sacrificed to the Nile in history."

"But it doesn't work every time. The water level is sometimes too high or too low. The Aswan Reservoir can control the water flow, but the ecology of the Nile River has also been destroyed." Pomona said displeased.

"Once the game has started, it cannot end." Severus looked at Goncey. "Whether 'we' are satisfied with the bet or not, we will continue to play."

"Did they say what would happen if we lost?" asked Conseil.

"They'll take whatever they want, like a sacrifice." Severus curled his lips. "Even a bird as noble as an eagle will be a sacrifice."

Conseil showed no expression of fear.

Instead, he smiled, and his eyes seemed to glow in the dark like a beast.

"Then let's continue." Gong Saiyi couldn't wait to say, almost jumping and running to the display case where the chess pieces were placed.

"We could actually go to Bill," Pomona said softly. "He knows better."

"But Bill is a married man with a lovely wife and children." Severus stared at Goncey's back. "Let the adventures be done by bachelors."

After speaking, he put his arms around her shoulders, floated the pensieve, and walked towards the chessboard.