Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1655 The Battle of Water and Fire (Part 2)

  Monica hung up the phone. At this time, President Pierre had already dealt with the members who had not actually suffered any losses in the theft, and approached them.

The fluffy-haired Pierre Asmode felt a bit crazy, while Severus remained expressionless. To others, the scene was like a child running to a zoo to see a snake and lying on a branch. The motionless snake, one full of curiosity observation, the other full of wariness and motionless, until Pierre stood up straight again, the strange atmosphere disappeared.

  "Hello, Mr. Edgar Smith." Pierre reached out to Severus, "Do you want to cooperate with us, too?"

   "I heard that you have done dozens of touring exhibitions in the US and Canada, why not in the UK?" Severus asked with a smirk.

"I think everyone has a different view of this famous person from the old days. Talleyrand thinks he is a vulgar and uncultivated person, and I believe that friends who are really interested in him will take the initiative to come to us. "Pierre said with a smile.

  Severus’ smile became a lot deeper. "Do you admire a vulgar and uneducated person?"

"He is a soldier, and I think the swear words are rampant in the armies of all countries." Pierre said. "But he also said this during the Battle of Toulon. Soldiers, if I charge forward, follow me, If I retreat and kill me, if I sacrifice, please avenge me. Greatness and absurdity are only one step away. I think you should understand what I mean."

   "Interesting." Severus said with a smile, "Do you think it would change the situation if Napoleon led the French soldiers?"

"At least not so many people have jumped out so far to say that Napoleon Bonaparte is Italian, he is French, which he himself admitted." Pierre said, "As long as he has the same spirit, I think even if his favorite is pink, it won't make people think he has a weak heart."

  Severus laughed.

   "My God." Monica murmured, "Napoleon's favorite is pink?"

  "When I first heard about it, the reaction was the same as you, princess, do you like pink?" Pierre asked Monica.

  Monica took a sip of red wine and avoided answering this question.

  "Why don't you wear pink?" Severus asked Pierre.

   "I'm just an ordinary person, and I need to be dressed externally to give others a stereotyped image." Pierre said with a smile.

   "Are you losing a lot this time?" Severus asked.

"If you mean that you have lost a few silverware, no, if you say that you have lost a few cultural relics, my security captain is investigating with the police." Pierre said, "I really shouldn't have brought them back to St. Helena. Island, a perfect reproduction of the mass of the year."

   "Silverware?" Severus asked.

"The items used by His Majesty Napoleon himself and the items used by his family members are all made of gold or at least gilded, while the utensils related to the church are made of silver. According to what he said to Portalis, use the cheapest. I remember that the price of silver was much cheaper than gold at that time, and these artifacts used for consecration must be made of precious metals."

  Severus leaned into Monica’s ear, "Just now they said that the mass bell they found was gilded or pure gold?"

   "Pure gold." Monica whispered.

   "Is it stained and it looks golden? It's actually silver." Severus asked.

   "Will silver rust?"

   "What do you think?" Severus asked, tilting his head, smiling.

   "It may have been smoked." Monica said, "Sometimes silver jewelry turns yellow."

   "Call him to confirm." Severus said coldly, then turned to look at Pierre, "Have we met somewhere?"

   "My appearance is impressive." Pierre said, "If we had met, how could you forget me?"

  Severus looked at Pierre's blue eyes.

  They look deep and quiet, like the eyes of a pair of deer.

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   "What? Of course it is pure gold!" Alessandro said in Italian after receiving Monica's call.

   "Of course, of course, I can be sure, it must be pure gold." He repeated impatiently, "Go and ask him, what shall we do next?"

  Then the call was hung up again.

  Alessandro sat down directly on the grass by the fountain. It didn't take long for Haji to return. He held three paper bags in his hand and gave one of them to Alessandro.

   "Eat." Haji said, "I don't know when the next meal will be."

  Just now, Alessandro, who was not hungry, took the paper bag, which contained two vanilla waffles, a can of pomegranate juice and a can of sparkling water.

   "Drink like me." Felix said to Alessandro, pour the canned mango juice and sparkling water into a paper cup, and then slurped and drank it.

   "He likes to drink carbonated drinks." Haji said helplessly to Alessandro, opened a can of non-alcoholic cold beer and drank it.

  Alessandro shrugged indifferently. He just opened the can of pomegranate juice, and the liquid inside continued to rise as if it was boiling, and he sprinkled it on the grass in a panic.

  The pink liquid emits white smoke and sizzling noise like a chemical medicine, and then a beautiful woman in an ancient Egyptian white dress sits on the fountain without water.

  "Are you calling me?" The beauty asked Alessandro in Italian.

   "Summon? No!" Alessandro shouted, "Who are you?"

  "They gave me a lot of names." The beauty dangled her slender legs and said leisurely, "The most famous one is Hathor. You can understand that I am the Egyptian **** of love."

   "What?" Alessandro said incredulously.

   "You seem to be in trouble, maybe I can help you." The woman who claimed to be Hathor smiled charmingly.

  Alessandro seemed to be in a trance for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

  "How can you help us?" Alessandro asked.

  "How about taking out the contents?" Hathor looked back at the fountain behind "You need to get some water."

   "Don't you understand?" Alessandro complained, "The fountain should have sprayed water."

   "You don't understand." Hathor curled his hair. "You need to perform a ritual to awaken the power of the gods."

   "What ceremony?"

"My priestess told me that love and wisdom can overcome death, but she needs to be familiar with dressing to gain strength. When she feels beautiful and moving, she shares my light. You should find some perfume, and then Perfume as a sacrifice, poured into this spring." Hathor said, "then it will open."

   "What's inside?" Alessandro asked.

   "Fragrant boat." Hathor replied, "I think you know what it is for."

  Although it’s rare in France, it’s still common to see gospel parades in Italy. Priests sometimes walk in the forefront of the line with cigarette holders and sing incense according to the rules of etiquette.

  In an era when people generally believed that the plague was the spread of miasma, people believed that the aroma and pungent smell could drive away the disease.

It is not always effective, especially when the Black Death spreads. The aerosol produced by the infected person through coughing is still contagious even in the air. At this time, put on a doctor's beak mask or cover your nose and mouth with a handkerchief or mask. This is the most effective way to prevent the epidemic.

Bird beak masks are usually made of silver. People dressed as beak doctors can often be seen appearing at the Venice Carnival. These people are not the agents of death. They dress up as a kind of protection for themselves. The doctors start from scratch. He wore linoleum coats to his feet, his hands were gloves, his eyes were protected by transparent glass, and his "beak" was stuffed with herbs.

  In fact, people have never really left the Dark Age.

Someone must take responsibility for the disaster. Many of the "witches" judged by religious trials are innocent, but people need to be convinced that killing them will make their lives better, like getting rid of those harmful creatures. , As if as long as they disappear, the threat does not exist.

  The sudden disappearance of the Black Death in Venice is not a miracle. It is because the women stopped holding banquets and dances and stayed at home to pray, praying that the plague would disappear soon.

  They not only achieved self-isolation, but also reduced group gatherings. Isolation is the best way to prevent airborne diseases.

Even the ants know this. Unfortunately, more people go to Poville Island in Venice with a curious heart. Excessive pain and terror can make people secrete dopamine, which means that stimulation will make people feel happy.

  The crazy laughter at the carnival and the weird costumes of tourists from all over the world make Venice a world where all kinds of ghosts gather together.

  When you can feel the temptation of the devil, your heart is already bright.

  Alessandro looked at the sword in his hand that did not know when it appeared, and held it to Hathor, the Egyptian **** of love screamed out, and the sword finally smashed into the fountain.

  A huge stream of water spouted from the spring, and a wooden box jumped out.

  Alessandro dropped the sword and reached out to take it, but before he could open it, there seemed to be someone pointing to the east in front of him.

   "Hey, hello!" Monica's voice came from the microphone, "Are you listening, Sonny?"

  Alessandro recovered, the pomegranate juice in his hand fell to the ground, and a group of ants were surrounding the pool of sweet drinks.

   Then he glanced at his left hand, where there was a wooden box, exactly as he had dreamed of.

  Alessandro opened the buckle on the lily-patterned box, which contained a pure gold incense boat for frankincense.

  "It's pure gold." Alessandro said, and then he hung up, lying on his back on the grass as if experiencing a very exhausting experience.

  　 Recommend a book, Wizards and Witch Hunts, written by Wolfgang Bellinger in Germany

  (End of this chapter)