Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1152 The Story of Paris (5)

  For fairies, the immortal effect brought by the magic stone is not rare at all, because they live longer than humans.

  As for the legendary ability to turn base metals into gold, they are not interested until the "ownership" has not reached an agreement with humans.

  Even if the goblins know that the Philosopher’s Stone is placed in the Gringotts, they will not be greedy for it like humans do. It is just one of the many “items” stored underground.

  But they also have what they want, that is, the Gryffindor sword made by the fairy king, which is absolutely impossible for humans to hand over.

  After hunting in the 15th century, the giant had another infighting in the 19th century, and it was also due to cannibalism that eventually led to extinction.

  Internal fighting and civil war are the most power-consuming, but some people are willing to do this. Anyway, they have not discerned who listens to whom, and they will definitely not do things.

   "I heard Scamander say that there is a water dragon underground in Paris. Do you think it is still alive?"

  After leaving Nick LeMay’s house, Pomona asked on the street.

   "It's great, there are still water dragons!" Severus said with a smile.

  "It's not as bad as you think." Pomona comfortedly said, "Water dragons just like to inhabit damp places, and they won't spit fire like fire dragons."

   "But they are fast, vigorous, and neurotic. They haven't caused any disaster for so many years, and they won't be in the future." Severus said optimistically.

  This is really a rare sight in a century, she thought...

  Pomona touched her gurgling belly. The smell of the restaurant next door made her feel hungry. It felt so bad that she could not eat it after smelling such a fragrant smell.

  At this time, the sky was already dark, the Eiffel Tower in the distance was lit, and Paris at night began to become romantic again.

   "Find a place to eat, I'm hungry."

   "How about next door?" Severus smiled maliciously.

   Pomona shook her head at him, holding his arm apparated.

  Because she was not familiar with the topography of Paris, she chose the square, and because she wanted to eat authentic French cuisine, she came to the Place des Vosges.

  There is a Michelin three-star restaurant on the square, L’ambroisie, which has been open for more than 100 years. It is said that it is the best restaurant in France. It is impossible to get a location.

Pomona’s purpose was not to eat in a magnificent restaurant. After wearing an invisibility cloak, she stole all the food from the kitchens of the gods that she could move with her index finger. She sneaked into the Place des Vosges No. 6. The former residence of Victor Hugo.

  It was closed at 6 o'clock, anyway, she just wanted to find an indoor place to eat.

   Victor Hugo is a Chinese fan, and you can see ornaments with oriental colors everywhere. Pomona put red wine lobster, onion caramel, strawberry sweet soup, grilled lamb chops, and vanilla ice cream on his table. She stretched her legs as if she had returned to her own house, and ate French food impolitely.

  Severus didn't say anything about her, he was eating the fried veal with asparagus in the dark mansion with the light outside the window.

   "I understand why Grindelwald wanted to ruin Paris." Pomona took a bite of butter bread and said, "I hate this place. Every inch of land here is full of conspiracy and trickery."

   "Why did you choose this place?" Severus asked.

   "Guess." she asked with a smile.

  He smiled and shook his head.

  "The Place des Vosges is the first public space in Paris, so it is a place where many nobles fight with swords."

  Severus shook his head, "Why are you so different from what ordinary women like?"

   "I don't think I can be the kind of trembling'sweetheart'." Pomona said coldly, "The deputy principal is not just a person."

   "I have never heard the White Wizard give orders."

   "I manage the largest college at Hogwarts, and I have enough work as a dean." She sighed. "Now I know what Albus is up to in the principal's office all day long."

   "If Europe is in turmoil, it should be the president of the Wizarding Federation to worry about it." Severus said calmly, "We have enough trouble for ourselves."

   "I'm in that illusion." Pomona shook her head, "Maybe I can stop this from happening."

   "So you want to stay in Paris?"

   "At least you need to know what fuse ignited the gunpowder keg, maybe I can put out the fuse like a peeing boy."

  Severus sneered, "You want to save the world like the White Wizard?"

   "No, I just don't want to escape fate. We have lived in seclusion for six years and have rested for so long. It's time..."

   "I don't want to take on a mission." Severus stared at her and said, "If it wasn't for the unbreakable vow..."

   "The Dark Lord will not let you go." Pomona said, "The double agent Snape who fought for love, a great legend. The more attention you receive, the more angry he will become."

   "Don't ruin the dinner." Severus lowered his head and ate the veal with a fork.

   "I want to go back to Hogwarts." Pomona said flatly, "I think Dumbledore can come back and continue to protect us."

   "I don't think he doesn't want to." Severus said gloomily. "He is too tired and wants to rest."

  "Who will the ‘Philosopher King’ be promulgated next month, who do you think it will be?" Pomona asked.

   "I think it's time for the younger generation to come out to work." Severus did not intend to change the subject, "We have done everything, what are the young people doing?"

   "Harry definitely can't do it. Who do you want to handle this? Draco?" Pomona smiled and drank a sip of sweet strawberry soup.

  "How are your students? See how far they can mess things up."

  Pomona is not eager to deny his teasing.

   "How is Justin?" Pomona asked, "I believe he should know a lot about France from his grandpa."

   "What about the French Ministry of Magic?" Severus asked for a moment.

   "The school should have summer vacation. He can come to France for summer vacation, and he can even be a short-term exchange student. Anyway, the latest for the accident will be the fall of next year."

   "Is he alone?"

   "I don't know, maybe I can get a Frenchman to help."

"Who?"

   "Mrs. Maximian, or Fleur, this is up to him." Pomona said depressedly, "We will go underground in a while."

   "You mean, the sewer?" Severus frowned.

   "No, I mean the catacombs. The French resistance organization can use the catacombs as a secret base, so other organizations can also. Let's go and see how weird Paris is."

   "Can't you be cute? I think I'm having dinner with a man."

   "I hope so too, but a weak girl can't handle this." Pomona said sadly, "I don't even remember how to be an ordinary woman."

  Severus stared at her for a while, then stood up and walked in front of her.

   "Can you dance with me?" He stretched out his hand to her.

   "There is no music here." Pomona said.

   "Did you bring the music box I gave you?"

   "I put it in the manor."

   "That's okay, we all know what the tune of that song is." He smiled and said, "Now that there is music, why do you have any reason to reject me?"

   "I think, I can't find a reason." Pomona put her hand on his palm, and the two danced silently in Hugo's house.

  "Do you think Hugo would think we offended him?" She asked softly while dancing.

   "There is a supreme gift, it is sometimes hidden, because it is hidden, the more powerful it is. This gift is respect." Severus said softly, "I believe Hugo will forgive us."

  If Pomona has realized something, but still hasn’t figured it out, is what they did count as respect?

  While spinning slowly, Pomona saw the brightly lit room for a moment. Many people were smiling at her with their wine glasses, but when she turned her head, they found that they were gone.

  The bright light just now came from a passing car, as if it were just her hallucinations.

  　L’ambrosisie means the place where the gods of the Greek gods hold banquets, where there are inexhaustible food and wine.

  　　 Place des Vosges used to be the Royal Plaza, but was later surrounded by mansions. Stories of love, hatred, and hatred were staged in these houses. The key is that it is very hidden. It is not easy to find in residential areas. It is really a place for duels.

  (End of this chapter)