Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.79

This is Damascus, the city of roses with its garden on earth and the city of heaven on earth, located right next to Mount Kassin, next to the Baghdad River, and a fertile plain watered by rivers extending from the mouth of the coast.In a typical Mediterranean climate, the air becomes dry and rainless due to summer, and even a cloud cannot be seen in the sky. Looking up, it seems that the deep sapphire-like sky attracts the eye at a glance, and the air seems to be filled with a fragrance. The aroma, perhaps sweet apricot mixed with roses, has left a strong white color on this 4000-year-old ancient city, and there are typical exotic buildings in the Middle East everywhere.

Harry followed Snape. When they came out of the fireplace, they came to the Wizard Street in Damascus. As the capital of Syria, there is also a Wizard Street here, but maybe this city is too old. The river divides it into two cities, the old and the new, and so does the shaman, half of which remains in the ancient city with many historical sites, while the other half extends towards the new city. The streets of the new city are brand new and open, and roses bloom all year round.

And they were located in this part of the new city, which had been contaminated with a certain architectural style due to too much contact with Muggles, which reminded Harry of Istanbul.

And the style of the Wizard Street here is indeed similar to Bazaar Street. There are small vendors on both sides of the street, and the square brick street is similar to Istanbul under the feet. The streets are divided into squares and squares, just like a wizard chess board.

The wizards even wore Middle Eastern robes. During the time they stayed in Istanbul, Harry and Snape had already changed into local custom costumes, the same long beige robes that fell to the feet, made of silk fabrics Making the robes feather-thin, Harry laughed at Snape, after all it was a strange old Bat finally shedding his monkish black robes.

Harry also changed little Alexis into the popular little wizard's gauze and fringed skirt, as if shooting stars were falling on the skirt, shining brightly. The little girl liked her new clothes very much, and bowed her head from time to time look around.

"Let's go to the Old Town." Snape pulled Harry, who was fascinated by the exotics on the stall, and took their little girl from his hands, holding his noisy partner in one hand and babbling Daddy in the other. Dad called the little girl who kept looking around.

They walked to the river at the end of the street, where wizards and boats guided tourists to the old city.

Snape threw two Sickles to the boatman, and the boatman sang a Syriac tune, and the boat moved slowly towards the other side of the river.

The boatman’s singing voice was hoarse and rough, and because of the language barrier, Harry couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but he thought of the thousand-year-old city, where roses grew thickly by the quiet river, and a boy picked off a fiery red bouquet and gave it to him. The older teacher next to it--minus the teacher, they are lovers.

Harry interrupted his association, lowered his head and began to study the map. He carried the map provided by the hotel with him for fear of losing his way.

"Hey, it's quite close to the sea here." Harry looked at the sign on the map.

"About 80 kilometers." Snape replied, he changed his position to support the little girl, so that she could sit on his shoulders and look at the surrounding scenery, "Mediterranean climate, so it's very dry here. Put more ointment on it, boy." He said, and took out a half-high finger-high jar of ointment from his pocket.

Harry stared suspiciously at this familiar-looking object. After he unscrewed it, he smelled the smell of strawberries. After dipping his fingers in it, he found that it was not a greasy paste, but a mousse cake-like texture. Makes him want to lick it.

"Isn't this just a face cream?" Harry wrinkled his face, but still wiped it on his face a few times.He had seen Hermione paint it, so he knew it was something girls often used.

But as soon as Snape said it, he felt that it was so dry that the skin on his face was almost peeling.

"What did you call me?" Harry glared at Snape disapprovingly, and he scooped up another dollop of face cream and spread it on little Alexis' face, which was as big as a soufflé cake, and then came the old bastard up.

"Harry." Snape saw the young man's face puffed up in anger, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, the sound was like vibrating strings sliding into Harry's eardrums and trembling to the point where his heart trembled.

Just then the boat hit the pier on the other side of the river, and the boatman whistled, took off his hat, and bowed down to them with a smile on his face.

This short boat trip is over.

Snape took Harry's hand, "Let's go."

The streets of the old city were much narrower than the streets of the new city on the other side of the river, reminding Harry of Diagon Alley, and the road surface became gravel.There are more traces of ancient Rome on the buildings here - all the imprints engraved on the city over the years are preserved on the buildings.

What makes the local wizards most proud is that the complete Jupiter Temple is preserved in Wizard Street. Unlike the ruins found by Muggles, this is the only well-preserved Roman temple in existence.And Jupiter is Zeus in Greece and Odin in Northern Europe. He is the father god of ancient Rome and can best represent the existence of that glorious history.

Harry wasn't very interested in these stone ruins, but Snape couldn't hold back his liking, so he specifically asked, "Do you want to see the Temple of Jupiter?"

"You're always ready to make something as soon as you think it out, aren't you?" Snape stopped, staring at the boy who was always whimsical and deviated more and more from his original purpose.

"I thought you were going to insist on adventuring in the desert." He glanced casually at the mess of hair that was almost tantamount to trouble.

The little girl sitting on his shoulder clapped her hands as if agreeing with her father.

"We've already been here, so it's okay to take a little time to see the temple-and don't you like ancient Rome?" Harry pursed his lips, he didn't feel like stopping by the temple before heading to the desert How difficult the ruins would be, and he felt that the old bastard was awkward again.

Don't think he didn't know that Snape could see those broken stones with relish, and explained to him the historical stories of these ruins and what happened on this land.

Whether it is ancient Greece or ancient Rome, they invaded and invaded, and they were all burned in the flames of war. They were occupied by foreign Arabs, religious bloodbath, ancient relics and buildings collapsed and burned, and temples and temples rose one after another. It has been more than 1000 years now, and these outsiders are equally splendid in this land, and those who stay here now are the descendants of those who came to occupy the land on horseback and wielded sharp crescent knives. Under the world-famous □□.

Harry didn't like these war stories, although as a man, he would still feel excited and excited when hearing these wars, and these stories were far more ferocious than Voldemort and Death Eaters, these invaders were The real blood washed the city and destroyed civilization, but it also created an incomparably bright civilization.

So his mood was conflicted, and it made him unable to understand the longing on Snape's face as he told these stories.

"Who told you I like ancient Rome?" Snape asked coldly.

"Isn't it?" Harry was also confused now.

They looked at each other, and the little girl started grabbing her father's hair and yelling, "Ice, ice cream, ice cream."

Well, their little girl is going to eat ice cream.

Harry wanted to take their little girl from Snape, but when Snape refused, he let little Alexis grab his hair and began to manage his kind old father's face, He lifted his foot and walked towards the ice cream shop.

The desert VS. the Temple of Jupiter, and the ice cream parlor finally won. This kind of magical thing can still happen to Snape.

Shaking his head, Harry followed with a growing smile on his lips.

They went to a century-old ice cream shop, which was recommended on the map of the hotel. The ice cream here is similar to the one in Turkey. It is made of goat milk. It is very sticky and has a chewy texture. Sprinkled with lots of sliced ​​almonds and chopped pistachios.

Dried fruit abounds here, and Harry chooses scoops of ice cream, plain and strawberry, with a spoonful of honey on top, accompanied by raspberry jam, and topped with a tiny strawberry.

"When I think about going back and never having Turkish ice cream again, I wish Florin's would be able to offer these too." After Harry took a bite of the ice cream cone, he inserted the spoon into the ice cream cone and said with a sigh .

"I wish you could say that when you go to St. Mungo's," Snape sneered.

And Alexis could only watch helplessly as her dad scooped up the ice cream, because Harry, the only one who had tried it, thought it was too cold for her fragile stomach.

The author has something to say:

In reality, Damascus has been destroyed by artillery fire. I can only peek at this magnificent thousand-year-old city from my previous travel notes. So many beautiful things in this world were destroyed by human beings. All kinds of high-sounding reasons can’t cover up the bloody invasion. In fact, I hope that peace will come to that city as soon as possible.There are a lot of regrets written in this chapter, because it is a reference to travel notes, instead of going to Damascus to appreciate the style of this rose city with your own eyes, sigh.