Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1735 Queen of Hell (6)

  Smokers have difficulty quitting smoking, not only because of their dependence on nicotine, but also because smoking can stimulate taste and smell, which can relieve anxiety like eating without eating frequently.

  Severus stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette, blowing the Paris night breeze that had not cooled down completely due to the heat island effect. Perhaps the old Oriental Hotel used to be decent and luxurious, but now it is obscured by various houses. From the balcony, you can only see the wall, not to mention the view of Lawrence’s home that can be comparable to tourist postcards. Up.

On the North American continent in the 17th century, Indians would help capture fugitive slaves after receiving the benefits of immigrants. Some of these slaves were from Africa, and some were from hostile tribes. This was another way to obtain guns and whiskey in addition to the fur trade. Way.

  There were also many mercenaries in France in the 20th century. Some of these people did not enter the French foreign corps, and some were able to give higher commissions to other employers. It is not only artists who settled in Paris, but also politicians, warlords, mafia, oligarchs, arms dealers, etc. who have settled in Paris. It is not without reason that Interpol is in Lyon, France, the second largest city in France.

"Give you."

  Lawrence handed Severus a glass of whiskey with a chunk of ice in it.

   "How is your wife?" Severus said, taking the glass of wine.

   "It's the same as usual." Lawrence took a sip and said, "She told me that you changed my memory. You are different from the people who usually trouble us."

  "Why did you choose to stay in France?" Severus asked.

   "I told you, I'm worried about security." Lawrence took another sip. "There are a lot of secret files in my office. Please bodyguard, I don't worry about it."

   "When are you going to leave?" Severus said.

   "It depends on you, boss." Lawrence smiled bitterly, "Will you let us go?"

   Severus did not answer.

   "You know, I will keep a secret." Lawrence whispered, "When your son threatens me..."

   "He is not my son." Severus said.

"You are different from many people I know." Lawrence said, "I believe you more than the'friends' I met before, Mr. Smith, and Mr. Filch is very loyal to you, so I chose Call you, not anyone else."

   "You just want to return the burden to me." Severus said, "It is troublesome to explain where the bullet hurts."

   "And I have to pay a sum of money." Lawrence curled his lips, "I want to get involved in things I don't want to mix."

   "Do you want to stop?"

   "If you want that house, take it." Lawrence said generously, "Give me a euro, and it's yours."

  "Your wife has no opinion?"

   "Summer, it's time to go out on vacation." Lawrence sighed and shook the ice in his glass. "We are leaving France and going skiing in Switzerland."

   "Who is that group anyway?" Severus asked.

  "I’m still a lawyer. According to my professional ethics, I can’t tell you the client’s information." Lawrence said, "Are there foreigners in the school where you study? For example, Americans and French?"

   Severus did not answer.

  "There are foreign students in my alma mater. They go crazy when they hear the French accents raised by Britain and xxx, but I don’t think nobody likes American accents, right?"

   "You are speaking in London." Severus smiled and said, "People are proud to speak the accent of a queen."

   "Who did you mess with?" Lawrence asked.

   "Xxx French." Severus followed Lawrence's words.

   "Because of a woman?" Lawrence asked.

   "Why ask that?" Severus asked.

"Three people were put in jail. A warden gave them three boxes of cigars each, the Americans asked for three boxes of cigars, the Jews asked for a phone to communicate with the outside world, and the French asked for a beautiful chick. We It's in France now." Lawrence said indifferently.

  Severus and Lawrence touched their glasses, then took a sip of whiskey.

   "The woman who came with you, she is yours..."

   "No one is." Severus said decisively, "You can understand it as a collaborator."

"I have dealt with many marriage-related cases, so I want to give you a piece of advice. Don't let the women outside think you are a dependency, so you will be easily annoyed." Lawrence touched his bald head. "I choose to let You have become an unacceptable target. Maybe you should change your hairstyle."

   "Hair isn't that thick?" Severus asked with a smile.

"Did you know that whenever I see people wearing'natural wigs' or hair transplants, I can't help but think of those 18th-century French aristocrats. Now only the judges of the English courts wear that kind of wigs, our American judges? I don't wear it anymore."

  "Are they still the same people?" Severus asked.

  "Different wigs, different people, I like my natural bald head."

   Severus laughed.

   "You know I won't let you go even if you tell a joke." Severus said with a smile.

   "But we can suffer less, for example, how about removing the guards?" Lawrence said.

  Severus glanced at Filch, who was languishing, and then at Lawrence, "How can I make sure you won't run without guards?"

  "You can be my client..."

"I have a poison. If you don't drink the antidote, you will die. The only person in this world who knows how to prepare the antidote is me." Severus interrupted Lawrence's rhetoric, "Drink it, and I promise you to withdraw it." Go to the guards."

  Lawrence's eyes turned quickly, as if thinking of a way to get out.

   "I will give the medicine to someone I trust. Even if I can't come back, she will give you the antidote." Severus said leisurely.

   "The place you are going to is dangerous?" Lawrence asked.

   "Do you think the underworld is dangerous?" Severus asked.

  Lawrence opened his eyes wide, looking at him like he was looking at a lunatic.

   "Look at this." Severus drew out a Pharaoh's dagger. "This is Camos I's dagger."

   "So?" Lawrence asked confused.

"There is a war in the underworld. Whoever wins is the king of the underworld. Camos I will drive away the invaders who invaded his land, not only his enemies, the Sisok, but also Napoleon Bonaparte. "Severus said, "I will use this dagger to destroy his soul."

   "You mean..."

"He is my enemy." Severus put the golden golden dagger back. "The pharaohs lent me strength. I am like their mercenary. I destroyed the wild lion. They regained the rule of the underworld."

   "Sounds like a plot from a movie." Lawrence couldn't help but said, then took another sip of wine, seeming to be shocking himself.

"Let me give you a piece of advice, maybe you now want to get rid of everything you have now and live a retirement life far away from the world, but you will soon get tired of such a boring life, you will miss everything you have now, And when you want to regain it, you will find it extremely difficult, so my advice is, no matter how difficult it is now, you have to persevere, as long as you survive it, everything will be fine."

   "You don't have to." Lawrence said with a stiff face.

   "It's covered now, but I think you should have seen it." Severus pointed to his neck "I almost didn't get through it."

  "Do you think you have a good life now?" Lawrence asked.

   "I found my wife, I am a lucky man." Severus smiled triumphantly. "She is a flower that can only be seen in heaven."

   "But I think you are not doing well now." Lawrence said.

"This is why I fight." Severus said with a Slytherin smile. "We are from the quagmire, but we will not be stuck in the quagmire forever. Appropriate pressure will become the driving force for us to move forward, and we will become more powerful."

   "You really look like..." Lawrence suddenly stopped.

   "Mad?" Severus asked.

   "No." Lawrence said, "Change your hairstyle, Mr. Smith."

  After he finished speaking, he left the balcony and returned to the hotel room.

  After he left, Severus was still standing on the balcony. He looked at the sky where there were no stars due to the light pollution, took out his wand, and cast a spell on his greasy black hair.

  It quickly turned white, looking like the white-haired devil mentioned by Tituba and Gellert Grindelwald.

  (End of this chapter)