Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1608 Son of God Abandoned (11)

There is a Roman amphitheater underneath the Normandy castle. According to the castle steward, this was built on the ruins of the Roman amphitheater after Philip Augustus destroyed the original Norman castle after entering Rouen in 1206. Your own castle.

At about the same time, the old Rouen Cathedral was destroyed, and the Gothic Rouen Cathedral began to be built. In 1791 it was listed as a cultural relic by the architectural museum established in Paris, but it was looted in 1792. It was empty, and later it became the office of the Rouen City Hall, where the welcome ceremony on Halloween will be held.

  The welcome party organized by the merchants is in the newly established art gallery, where the artworks on display are comparable to Venice even if there is not as much as the Louvre. When businessmen are rich, they often buy a large amount of art to make themselves appear aristocratic. They dress up as Renaissance women in galleries full of Renaissance works, as if the people in the paintings have come to "reality". It would be even better if it was held there on Halloween. Unfortunately, the order of the businessmen’s welcome party should be behind the municipal officials. Even after the bourgeois revolution, the social status of businessmen is generally low, and Napolioni also has it. So it means to suppress the businessman.

  The dart cavalry who was rumored with Josephine had a businessman background. Whether Josephine really asked Charles to inquire about the news for Napoleon, misunderstandings had already occurred anyway.

The citizens like her, maybe apart from her being with Napolioni in the streets and talking to the workers like she did a show, but also because she doesn't spend money in lavish, even if she wants to squander it is to use Polioni's money, the national treasury and taxes. It doesn't matter at all.

  Yes, they understand the demands of the people, but they cannot change the status quo of workers. Although the guild is gradually being dismantled, new forms of exploitation have emerged. The worker must bring a certificate that records his work status. This needs to be filled out by the previous employer and a letter of introduction is required. If there is no such thing , Then it is difficult for workers to find new jobs. This shows how much bread and time the workers have to be exploited in order for employers to write good comments on it.

The pillar industry of Rouen is the textile industry. In contrast, the most popular in Paris is the construction industry. Looking at this underground Roman theater, she can't help but think of Les in the Cemetery of Father Lachaise in Paris. The Tranch family cemetery.

  There, Lita Lestrange was burned to ashes by Grindelwald's black magic, but was not reborn from the ashes like a phoenix. Sometimes this is the case. People are dead when they die. Resurrection, rebirth, and reincarnation are just phantom dreams. You still have to look at the dull and boring "reality" when you wake up from a dream.

   "How about singing a song here?" Napolioni said to her with a smile.

   "I am not an opera actress." She muttered dissatisfied.

   "No need to sing a drama, sing a song you like." He gently pushed her toward the center of the stage, "Go."

  She looked around him and the French people she became more familiar with, and Rapp also waved at her, as if to encourage her.

   So she pretended to be bold and walked towards the center of the opera house.

  On the way down the steps, she looked up at the ceiling. The rotunda in Rome used to be open-air, but now it is sealed, and the upper floor seems to be the rotunda through which you enter.

  She couldn't imagine the effect of her singing in this place, but when she stood still and turned around, she found that Leon was looking at her intently.

  She suddenly understood.

  There are many people under the stage, but the actresses don’t care about them at all. The “goddess” who has attracted much attention only looks at him.

  He fell into a love affair created by fantasy again.

  This dream is so intoxicating, everything is so beautiful, and it's too far away from the "reality" that depends on the boss's face.

  Napoleon is like an ancient man. He lives in the age of swords and cloaks, knights and myths, crowns and roses.

   "You can sing with me if you don't sing that out of tune." She stood in the middle of the stage and laughed.

   "It's not that you told me that it's for God's sake, tell me not to sing!" He also smiled and responded in the audience.

   "I don't think he can hear it now." Georgiana looked over her head and said, "Anyway, I see thousands of people singing the Hogwarts school song in unison every year."

"what did you say?"

   "How about singing the onion song together?" She laughed.

   "You sing first." Rapp looked uncomfortable, as if he had eaten something bad.

   Then she started to remember which song she wanted to sing, and when she found the song, she suddenly realized that she had never sung the French version of the song.

  What if you sing weirdly?

   Then she looked at Napolioni again. No matter how bad she sang, she would not sing more badly than him, at least in the tune. She felt relieved when she thought of this, so she let go of her voice and began to sing.

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  Severus appeared in the underground cemetery of Lestrange's family. To be precise, Grindelwald gave a speech and nearly destroyed the entire Paris underground opera house with a fire.

  The flames produced by this black magic crystallized the opera house, and the ground was covered with obsidian-like black glass, especially the core area, like solidified black ice, covered with swirl-shaped lines, like a vortex in the sea.

  Severus’ leather shoes stepped on them, making a crisp sound, and the black glass cracked with his footsteps.

  As if a certain seal is being unlocked.

He held up his wand and cast a spell on a rune on the ceiling. The entire catacombs were shrouded in an unpleasant green light. Then he raised his sleeves and revealed the Death Eater tattoo. ...

   "Don't do that." Crimean's voice echoed in the empty space.

   Severus raised his head.

   "How do you know I am here?"

  Crimian hesitated, "I saw it in the crystal ball."

   Severus laughed, showing his yellow teeth. "Did it show the date?"

   "I just feel it, it will be today." Crimean said, "Don't do anything stupid, Snape."

  Severus stopped smiling.

   "I hate other people forcing me." He said in a dark and angry voice.

   "No one is forcing you."

   "I was fooled." Severus said grumpily, "I agreed to the old fool's request to help him solve his pain, but what about me? I ruined myself."

   "Promises bring pain." Crimean settled down and said, "So don't promise lightly."

   "You really look like someone who understands things."

  "Have you ever thought about what promises you have ever made? Especially to..." Crimean pointed to the top of his head.

"what?"

   "I just heard that man said that you used a forbidden technique to save her." Crimean said, "I know that people sometimes use whatever means."

  Severus looked a little calmer.

   "I said I want to marry her." Severus said.

"this one?"

"Find Wormtail and cut him into pieces." He gasped and said, "Four of them, three of them are dead. It doesn't make sense that he can live alone. I believe Sirius Black doesn't mind if I help. He is busy."

   "This is your task." Crimean said excitedly, "You..."

   "He is carrying the last Horcrux." Severus interrupted Crimean. "The Horcruxes are all destroyed to prevent Voldemort from resurrecting."

"one left?"

"Harry Potter is not the last Horcrux. If the Dark Lord knew that he was, he would not be destroyed." Severus said slowly and lowly. To make one, to make a Horcrux requires murder, and Cedric Digli is the sacrifice. Wormtail sacrificed one of his hands to make him a body, and the Dark Lord made him a silver artificial hand, the artificial hand It strangled Wormtail, and Wormtail became a corpse controlled by the Dark Lord."

   Then Severus laughed.

   "What are you laughing at?" Crimean asked.

   "I'm happy to perform this task." Severus smiled and said, "There is another thing."

"what?"

"Leroy once told me an Egyptian story. An Egyptian priest wanted to know how old he could live, so he asked a ghost. He used a spell on the ghost. The ghost told me that he could only live for 40 days. The incorruptible priest then paid for his burial expenses and began to compete with other priests for a sum of money. He won, but he was also accused. So this short-lived priest was really like what the ghost said, and 40 days later by the governor Execution, just like I told Voldemort about the prophecy about the savior, if he ignores that prophecy, he will not go to Godlik Valley, and will not be bounced back by Lily’s spell. Similarly, we don’t know the flame. Where is the cup, if you look for the goblet of fire, you will bring Voldemort back to life, knowing the result in advance will not change anything.

  Crimian did not speak.

   "We quarreled because of Sirius Black that day." Severus said in pain, "I left home and everything was ruined when I came back."

   "You just said that Sirius Black would be glad you did him this favor."

   "I hate that stupid dog." Severus cursed lowly, "How come those dead people are dead and still make people clean!"

   "In other words, it's how you, the living people, come to disturb the peace of the dead." A voice suddenly rang, "What are you doing this time?"

   "Who is talking?" Severus asked.

  A pearly white ghost suddenly walked out of a sculpture of a crow. He was wearing a robe, his face half covered by a hood, and a book in his hand.

  "You can call me Mr. Gray." The ghost said, "For God's sake, can you not make such a big noise as last time, our home is almost gone."

  (End of this chapter)