Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1657 The secret words of the goddess (2)

  Mirror, the mirror tells me, who is the most beautiful woman in this world?

--Grimm's Fairy Tales

  To this day, the naval mansion is still the admiralty of the French Republic. Although the facade is being renovated, there are still people standing guard in front of the door. Alessandro walked around the Admiralty and found a side door. Some senior officers walked from the side door to the Maxim restaurant across the road to dine.

  Through the glass window, you can see that the restaurant is full of seats, and there are many people in uniforms eating there, as if it is their "canteen".

  Through the open side door, you can see the atrium of the French Admiralty, with white lines drawn on the ground, which looks like a parking space, but now there is no car. Some rooms on the first floor and the second floor showed warm orange lights, while the rooms on the third and top floors were completely dark. It seemed that these "civil servants" had gone home from get off work.

  Alessandro regrets it very much. He originally thought that the Navy Mansion had been abandoned. If he was caught here, he would go to jail.

   So he picked up the phone, and just found out Monica’s phone number, but a scent came out. He turned his head and looked over and found that it was Hathor, the beautiful Egyptian **** of love.

   "Need help?" Hathor asked.

  "Do you have an invisible cloak?" Alessandro asked hopelessly.

  Hator pointed his chin with his index finger for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't have that kind of thing."

   "Then how can you help?" Alessandro said impatiently, and planned to pick up the phone to make a call.

   "But I know that the secret passage to the inside is under the square." Hathor said, "Didn't you see it? Every city sculpture has stairs underneath."

   "Where does that lead?" Alessandro asked.

   "Secret passage, Louis-Philippe will not be trapped in the palace like Louis XVI. He will find a way to escape."

  Alessandro was a little shocked.

  "He needs the navy to escape to Britain. If the situation is not good, these admirals will flee with him. I can tell you the passage."

   "My purpose is not to sneak into the navy headquarters to steal secrets." Alessandro said, "I want to know, where is the hidden thing?"

   "I can tell you." Hathor beckoned to Alessandro, "Come with me."

Then Alessandro really followed her. During the period, Mrs. Lorris kept meowing in her backpack, but Alessandro remained unmoved. It didn't take long for them to come to one of the Louvre. in the room.

   "Here," Hattor said, stepping barefoot on the surface of the terrazzo marble.

   "This is it?" Alessandro asked. He looked around and found that there were five huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors in this room. There was a marble table in the middle of the mirror with a pure gold incense burner on it.

   "These mirrors were originally in the navy headquarters, and the Germans moved them here." Hattor said, "Some people say that the ghost of Marie Antoinette was seen in these mirrors."

   "What?" Alessandro said in surprise.

"She said,'Take me back.' Those German naval staff were terrified, so they put these mirrors in the Louvre and moved some royal furniture over there by the way." Hathor said, "Now The walls of a corridor on the second floor of the Navy Mansion still have their positions, but they have been replaced by wooden boards, with the names of the five most important military ports of the French Navy. The Hall of Mirrors in Versailles is made up of more than 400 lenses. These mirrors are all a whole. These mirrors are very valuable based on the craftsmanship of the time. They were all facing the guillotine in the square, which is where the obelisk is now."

  Alessandro looked at the mirrors, only his own figure was in it, and Hathor was not seen.

"Poor people, they are always restless." Hathor said. "We in Egypt will use polished metal disks to make mirrors. When female customers wear jewelry, perfume and powder, and admire themselves in the mirror I feel very happy, just like them."

As Hathor’s voice just fell, there were suddenly many women in this hall who were dressing up. They gathered around a pool, or combed their hair with a comb, or used emerald green balm to draw eyeliner. They were dressed in transparent The fine linen dress, the slender curve is looming, which makes people think. There is a strong fragrance in the air, but it is not from the burning of spices, but the smell of perfume. A woman playing the harp is singing a love song softly. .

   "You are tired, my little pigeon." Hathor whispered to Alessandro, "Just stay here and sleep at ease."

  Alessandro used all his strength to release Mrs. Lorris out of the backpack.

   "Find someone to help!" He said to Mrs. Lorris's back with exhaustion, and then fell to the ground.

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  "Apart from Paris, where have you been in France?" Monsieur Asmodeus asked Severus.

   "Burgundy." Severus said, "and the Loire Valley."

  "Have you been to Brittany?" Pierre asked.

   "No," Severus said.

  "What about you, noble lady." Pierre asked Monica.

   "You called me a princess just now, and now I am a noble lady?" Monica asked.

  Pierre smirked and continued to look at Severus. "How much do you know about Machiavelli?"

   "I have read the book he wrote." Severus said.

   "So what about his life?"

   "I don't understand much."

"Machiavelli only does business trips in peace, first because he has no money, and second because he is willing to work. Venice is the place he visited for the first time in his life, but he did not leave a line saying that Venice is doing the ocean On the contrary, as soon as he took care of his work, he immediately began to discuss the international situation with the ambassador of the Holy See. In addition, he bought some lottery tickets in Venice and won small prizes, but he was always Lack of money, if he wins the big prize, he will tell others and have a big dinner for the guests."

  Severus listened silently.

"Even if there is a lack of moderation in the use of money, Machiavelli is a long-sighted person. It is true that the laws, contracts and agreements between individuals will make them keep their promises. However, the only thing that makes the powers keep their promises is force. Times will change. The sword is not necessarily reliable. The French Foreign Legion has actually become the main force. I think Napoleon is right. We should rely on the army formed by the people of our country instead of relying on the Foreign Legion."

  Severus was so wise that he did not answer the conversation.

"The night Piero Soderini died, Machiavelli was writing the second volume of "Decades". He wrote in the book that the soul of Piero Soderini came to the door of hell. Lu Tong roared, "Stupid souls also come to hell? Don't be talking stupid, go to the spiritual hell." Do you know what the limbus is?"

   "That's the place where the unbaptized or dying baby went, between heaven and hell." Monica said.

   "It's nice to hear you say that." Pierre smiled and said, "Which university did you graduate from?"

   "I didn't go to college." Monica said unhappily.

  "Please forgive my impoliteness." Pierre leaned toward Monica. "But you have to know that it is not pleasant to face models all day. They don't understand what you are talking about."

   "My sister is a model." Monica said again.

   "I'm beginning to understand why your girlfriend will leave you." Severus said with a smile of joy. "Times will change, but the important thing is that men like Machiavelli are not necessarily reliable."

   "Then what kind of man do you think is reliable?" Pierre asked.

   "I know you expect me to say a man who can make money." Severus said, "but just making money is just as unreliable."

   "So..." Pierre tilted his head and looked at Severus carefully.

   "Why should I tell you?" Severus said.

  Monsieur Asmodeus looked like he was choked with anger.

This made the old bat's mood very happy, the fake smile on her face was a lot of sincerity, Monica's relieved expression, very affectionate to hold Severus, but she soon stared at the death of the old bat Xia let go, and stood up well, not daring to act rashly.

  　 Voldemort is in Lingbo Prison, that is, the foggy railway station

  (End of this chapter)