Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 3096: Hiding and Revealing (Part 2)

Chapter 3096 Hiding and Revealing (Part 2)

Pomona put the coffee powder into the moka pot, then put it on the fire to heat, and then looked at it in a daze.

Water will turn into steam when heated, but instead of thinking about the Philosopher's Stone, she is more concerned about the Resurrection Stone. It once served as a ring face on the Gaunt family's ancestral ring, and it is obviously Gaunt's. The home was purchased from the Peverell family or otherwise acquired.

Dumbledore likes to play wizard chess... Before the advent of game theory, economists only considered mathematics, prices and market factors when studying the economy, and rarely analyzed it from other aspects. For example, highly competitive peers would always start Together, there must be other cafes nearby a famous cafe.

In the example of the pawnshop owner given by Kant, the owner thought that if he gave less money to the lay customer, there would be rumors, which would damage his reputation and make it difficult to get business. This is based on repeated game thinking. If people are engaged in a one-time game where there is no tomorrow, most people will tend to cheat and betray. For example, in the movie Casablanca, the heroine hid her married identity when she met the coffee shop owner Rick and fell in love with him. Then on the eve of the Nazi occupation of Paris, she learned that her husband Victor had escaped from the concentration camp. , she immediately left the man who comforted her.

Then in Casablanca, she met Rick again, and they soon rekindled their relationship, provided that Rick had two passes to the United States.

Does she really love Rick, or does she love Victor more?

She probably never expected to meet Rick again, just like many men and women who pretended that they were not married and went away after a brief passionate love.

Because he plans to cooperate in the future, he chooses integrity. The pawnshop owner only wants to make profits in future games. If there is no profit, people will no longer act with integrity.

There is only one company doing that business. From a certain point of view, Bojinbok has formed a monopoly. Even if people know that it is dishonest, they have no other choice.

At this time, the coffee liquid spurted out from the spout. Pomona watched carefully, waiting for it to make a "whistle" and immediately took it away from the flame.

But then someone hugged her from behind, and she was startled. When she turned around, she saw a man in black, and then he kissed her deeply.

She felt that she should take the coffee pot away from the fire to prevent the taste of the coffee from deteriorating, but her head was fixed and there was no way to turn back. She could only use the levitating spell to make it fly.

The kitchen is filled with a strong smell of coffee, slightly bitter, but with a very light fruity aroma.

The kiss ended after a while, but he was unwilling to let go, smelling the scent of her cheeks and hair.

“What were you thinking about just now?” he said in a drunken tone.

“Thinking about Casablanca,” Pomona said.

"Movie?"

“What else could it be? I’ve never been to Morocco.”

"You want to see?"

“No, I just watched a movie.” She said coldly, “Besides, I didn’t like it.”

“Why?” he asked in surprise.

She knows that many people like the movie "The Spy in North Africa" and regard it as a classic.

“I feel suffocated,” she said expressionlessly.

“What?” He looked at her confused.

“You want some coffee, right?” Pomona directed the coffee pot and poured black coffee into a small cup.

"I can see the light of Morocco in your eyes." Severus suddenly read the lyrics "In my old Chevrolet sedan."

“Stop reading it,” she said expressionlessly.

“Any questions?” he asked.

She couldn't explain it, so she just got angry in a corner of the kitchen.

"Do you want to continue what we were talking about?" Severus asked, and then she heard the sound of pecking, as if he had drank the bitter coffee.

“Socrates once asked a passerby.” Pomona whispered, “Everyone talks about being a moral person, but what exactly is morality?”

“I know that story. Deception is a tactic in war and has nothing to do with morality.” He said coldly.

Pomona did not intend to criticize "Double Agent", she just hated that when Rick and Ilsa met, Ilsa was still so beautiful, and because her eyes were filled with tears and filled with "the light of Morocco."

The war should be about malnutrition and panic, because it was a black and white movie and there was no pale face. If Victor really ran away from a concentration camp, he should know where it was.

A panicked woman will do anything to gain a sense of security, including pretending to be in love, leaving her beloved husband behind, and fleeing with her lover on a passport.

Lovers in the world will suffer from uncertainty. If both parties can not change their hearts, that will be the best outcome.

If you change your mind, you can take your Yangguan Road and I can take my single-plank bridge.

The worst outcome is that one party has changed his mind and found a better lover, but the other party is still loyal.

The prisoners in the Prisoner's Dilemma agreed not to expose each other, but one party betrayed his promise and was immediately released, leaving the one who kept his promise to bear everything.

Although the final ending of the movie is that Rick lets Victor and Ilsa go, he takes a risk and kills the German officer, and then he and Renault flee to Free France, leaving behind the cafe that "everyone goes to" .

"You hated that movie because of the deception?" Severus said. "Who deceived whom?"

“Everyone,” Pomona said through tears. He seems to not understand again.

“That movie wasn’t even shot in North Africa, I think it was Brazil,” Pomona said.

“There was a war,” said Severus.

"Yeah, that's why it doesn't feel real." She said almost uncontrollably. "You know..."

"I know." He interrupted her with a cold face. "I saw your expression at that time."

She suddenly calmed down.

“You don’t have the habit of carrying a mirror. You don’t even know what you looked like at that time? But I remember it all.”

"I'm in terrible pain, Severus," she said in a low voice. "Every day is dark, and I can't shine any light."

“That’s your problem.” He said helplessly, “Have you brought yourself into the movie?”

“Who could be that stupid!” cried Pomona.

“At times like this, people need something illusory to escape reality for a short time, just like hiding in a shelter.” He laughed self-deprecatingly, “But I don’t have such a place to hide.”

She felt that he might need a hug, but she didn't know if she was qualified.

“Think on the bright side.” He raised his hand to wipe her tears, “We all need light.”

"I will avenge Victor," Pomona said angrily, "instead of going to Paris to find a lover."

“Really?” He seemed not to believe what she said.

“And I won’t run away,” she said firmly.

"This is not an escape. They will come back when the storm has passed. There is no need to face the storm head-on." He said sternly.

Pomona was thinking about Neville, who and others had written many propaganda slogans and found housing for resistance members in the Room of Requirement.

“It’s just a movie. If you don’t like it, don’t watch it.” He said impatiently.

She smiled.

“Why are you laughing?” He frowned.

“You never pretend to be yourself, do you?” Pomona asked.

He looked at her inexplicably.

“You have the courage to be disliked, Severus,” she said, smiling.

“Thank you.” He smirked and took a sip of coffee.

She walked up to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"They made a blood oath never to hurt each other." She said softly.

“You also want to make a blood oath?”

“It ended up breaking,” Pomona said.

“That’s not necessary,” he said simply.