Harry Potter Morning Light

After walking out of the hotel, a taxi just dropped off a tourist at the door, and the last piece of luggage was taken out of the trunk.

The two got in and slammed it shut with a bang.

"Where are you going?" the driver sitting in the cab asked while looking at the rear-view mirror.

"London Post Centre," Severus said.

The taxi driver who hadn't turned off immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the black taxi began to pass through the streets of London.

Sitting in the car, Pomona looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar city through the window.

At the moment they were walking in the direction of King's Cross Station, but the taxi turned a corner when it was about to reach the British Library, passed the University of London and Russell Square, and the back of the British Museum could be seen through the square.

Then they turned again at this place, and after driving past a hospital, they came to the former residence of Charles Dickens, where many Dickens fans gathered, but they didn't wear deer hats like Holmes fans.

After one street the taxi came to the London Post Centre.

"20 pounds, thank you." The driver turned to the two of them.

Severus smiled at him, then waved his hand in front of the driver, and then the driver's eyes became glazed, and at this moment Severus opened the car door, led Pomona's men out of the taxi car.

He acted so skillfully that it was obviously not the first time he had done this. Originally, Pomona was worried about not having any Muggle money, but now she was worried about other things.

The International Statute of Secrecy stipulates that magic cannot be used on Muggles, but since magic can bring so many "conveniences", why can't it be used?

Not long after they got off the bus, two more tourists got into the taxi. The driver who came back to his senses shook his head and asked, "Where are you going?" The taxi drove away a few seconds later. Just like when they got in the car before.

However, it wasn't the open post office that Severus took her to, but the delivery station of the London Underground Post.

In addition to the underground subway for people to take, there is also a special postal railway in London, which can deliver tens of thousands of letters every day in the golden age. In addition, the tunnel is also connected with Whitechapel, Liverpool Street, Oxford Street, King Street, etc., so that postal transportation does not have to be affected by fog and traffic jams.

People's lives have undergone tremendous changes due to the continuous improvement of the postal system, but Severus did not take Pomona to visit those departments that are open to the outside world, but went straight to the innermost room, where After opening the old door, even the brass handle was polished by human hands, they came to a room that was somewhat like a lounge.

There is a very old fireplace here, probably because it has been used for too long, the fireplace has been blackened, and it looks like it is made of black stone.

After closing the door, Severus lit the fireplace with his wand, and he took a large sack of Floo powder from his shapeshifter skin pocket.

Pomona quickly shook out the written invitations from his velvet pocket. He took an invitation, read the address of the other party according to the name on the cover, and as the green magic flame suddenly rose , he threw the invitation into the fire, and it disappeared without a trace.

"Is this the way wizards send invitations?" Pomona asked curiously behind him.

"No." He took another invitation. "The Malfoys don't want to send me letters over their fireplace."

"Why not?" Pomona asked.

He looked at her coldly.

"Okay." She curled her lips, thinking that this is another "tradition" of a pure-blood family.

"This is a public place, and all wizards who enter the Floo network will establish a connection with it," Severus explained.

"So any of these people have no connection to the hearth at Malfoy Manor?" Pomona looked at the letters.

"No." Severus said.

"Then why..."

"Because this is a 'private' party." Without explaining, he read the name on the envelope, and then threw the letter into the Floo.

She still didn't quite understand what was going on, and could only mechanically hand the letters to Severus and watch him throw them into the green flames.

As the flame flickered, she felt something looming in it, and when she looked intently, her eyes gradually became blank, and the voice of Severus chanting his name gradually faded away and became distant, but he didn't notice it at all strange.

Then the surrounding streets began to "melt", like a watercolor painting that has been washed out of paint, leaving only a bright gold.

There is a woman in an ancient Egyptian dress sitting on a throne made of gold. In front of her is a shallow pool that extends like a carpet to the feet of Pomona.

"Do you understand what he just said?" asked the beautiful Egyptian woman. "There is a word that does not exist in the ancient Egyptian language."

"I don't know," Pomona replied.

"Watch," said the Egyptian woman, motioning Pomona to look at the pool.

Pomona looked at it, and some images appeared in it. An Egyptian woman with a golden headdress was surrounded by a group of priestesses, walking towards a magnificent building.

"She used to be a princess," said the beautiful Egyptian woman. "Do you know who she is?"

Pomona looked at the woman in the pool. After passing through the colonnade of the temple, she came to a small temple, which seemed to be a forbidden area, and no one except her could enter.

She took a plate from a priestess with a feather fan on it, and then she walked into the small temple.

"What is she doing here?" Pomona asked.

"Pray," said the beautiful Egyptian woman, "that her country will be rich and prosperous."

The woman in the pool put down the plate and picked up a brass bell placed on the altar. It was horseshoe-shaped and had no resemblance to a fork bell.

But the woman still held it and danced in front of Amon. After a while, she put down the "instrument" in her hand, closed her eyes and chanted for a while, then moved the feather fan closer to the ever-burning lamp on the altar...

"What does that mean?" asked Pomona, confused, as she saw the feather fan set ablaze.

"These fans belong to the enemy." The beautiful woman said, "They are similar to flags. Originally, this work belonged to the pharaoh or the high priest."

"Why did she light it?" asked Pomona.

"You know." The beautiful woman said with a smile.

Pomona was confused.

"Let me give you a hint." The beautiful woman said, pointing to the pool, another scene appeared in the pool, a man was erecting a pair of obelisks.

Pomona didn't understand hieroglyphics, but she found it familiar.

"Is that... Cleopatra's Needle?" asked Pomona.

"Yes and no." The beautiful woman said, "Look carefully."

"It's not done yet," Pomona said.

"So it belongs to..."

"Thutmose III," whispered Pomona.

As soon as she finished speaking, a civil servant came over, and Pharaoh Thutmose III looked at him.

The cleric lifted up a stone tablet with hieroglyphs carved on it, and Thutmose looked at it for a moment, then threw it down from a height.

As the slabs shattered into pieces, dust blurred vision, and when it became clear again, another scene unfolded. A group of soldiers stormed a magnificent temple, destroying some sculptures, and the women in the temple The priests were chased.

A priestess got caught in the hem of her skirt while running and fell in front of a statue.

"Now you know who she is." asked the beautiful woman.

"Hatshepsut," whispered Pomona.

The "Full Moon" family of Thebes, the last "orthodoxy" of the founders of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt.

"As the master of the temple, she can employ many people." The beautiful woman said, "Many people depend on her for their livelihood, so she hopes that these people can help her seize power."

Pomona looked at the priestesses.

"Has she ever thought about this scene?" Pomona asked the beautiful woman.

"Do you understand what he just said?" asked the beautiful Egyptian woman.

Pomona had no idea what she meant.

"People like to have fun," the woman said with a smile, "so after she became Pharaoh, she promoted a grand festival, which happened to be the day when the Nile River flooded, and people would drink all night and get so drunk that they passed out."

"And then?" Pomona asked.

"For the Egyptians, the flood was crucial, it ensured the growth of the crops, and it rejuvenated the whole country." The beautiful woman stood up "Reproduction is closely related to creation and prosperity. Marriage is a relationship with a partner." Cohabitation issues, a man or a woman can choose to divorce and move out without leaving any stains."

Pomona's eyes widened.

"It is precisely because she can ensure that the Nile River floods as scheduled every year, the crops are harvested, and the food is sufficient, so her status in Egypt is so important."

Now Pomona understood why Hatshepsut would preside over such an important ceremony instead of the pharaoh and the high priest.

"Who did Hatshepsut sacrifice to?" asked Pomona.

"Guess." The beautiful woman asked with a smile.

Pomona looked down at the pool, and another scene appeared in the pool, a woman who was exactly the same as the woman outside the pool, was walking towards the altar with the support of another male pharaoh.

She remembered him, when she seemed to be possessed by another person, looking at him...

"Nefel Tally," Pomona whispered.

"No." said the beautiful woman, "You guessed wrong."

Pomona looked up at her.

"Hartore," said Pomona again.

The beautiful woman smiled without saying a word.

"Why are you doing that to me?" Pomona asked.

"I don't understand," Hathor asked.

"It's a lie, isn't it?" Pomona asked. "You don't want me to put your 'dwelling' in that world, because that world is the 'paradise' you created."

"I have a question," Hathor said. "You can forgive him for the 'unforgivable sin.' How do you know he will forgive you for your crime?"

Pomona was shaking.

"Don't forgive people casually, you are not a god of hell." Hathor said calmly, "You also have no right to resurrect the dead."

"So, I got punished?" Pomona asked.

"That day, I asked him in a dream, do you want to be Augustus or have a happy family, he chose Augustus." Hathor said, "I have been thinking, is there another possible……"

"Let me go!" Pomona yelled.

"Why go back to the person who won't forgive you?" Hathor said coldly.

"How do you know he won't forgive..."

"You're dreaming." Hathor said nonchalantly, "No man can forgive you for your mistakes without any grudges."

"Leon..."

"Then what's the matter with you?" Hathor asked.

Pomona was speechless.

In the pool water, the lupine ignited by Hatshepsut burned up and turned into ashes, which fell on her face, leaving a gray mark.

"Do you now know why it was so hard for you to answer that letter?" Hathor asked.

"Yes." Pomona said indifferently.

"Say it," Hathor asked.

Pomona didn't want to talk.

"Very good." Hathor said as if he heard her heart, "This is right."

"You used Legilimency on me?" Pomona asked.

"Do you understand how the world your teacher created was composed?" Hathor said.

Pomona felt dizzy.

"You only know how to get out if you know how to get in." Hathor sighed helplessly. "Use your brain, don't always yell at people."

"I……"

She didn't finish her sentence, she just felt that her eyes went dark, and when she took a breath and sat up, she was still on the bed in Hogwarts.

The morning light is faint, the morning star is still there, but the sky has just dawned.