Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1175 Misunderstanding ([-])

"3...you won!" Pomona couldn't hide her excitement.

Severus didn't make a sound, he removed the last piece from the chessboard, there was another jackal head piece belonging to the underworld, it was in the House of Truth where Pharaoh was, they were one step ahead of Severus, It's a pity that the underworld didn't get the 2 points they wanted.

For someone who played the game for the first time, this performance was pretty good, and Pomona couldn't help feeling complacent.

"Where's our prize?" Pomona looked around.

Conseil went straight to the Pensieve.

"Here," said Gonseil, but he didn't look too excited.

Pomona and Severus walked over too, and there was a black scarab amulet in the shallow basin of the Pensieve.

"Where's the dagger?" Pomona asked.

"It seems that they don't want to decide the outcome, we have to continue to play this game." Gonseil looked at the bottom of the Pensieve, the amulet looming in the silver substance said, "This amulet was used by the Egyptians to deceive the god of death. As long as Put it in the heart of the mummy, and all the wrongdoings of the deceased will be hidden, and even sinners will be as pure as lambs before Osiris."

"In other words, this is a cheating tool?" Pomona asked Conseil.

He didn't make a sound.

"Merlin's beard." Pomona looked at Severus. "Are you cheating?"

"Why don't you suspect that it's the people of Hades who want to renege?" Severus said calmly, "If this amulet works, then there are sinners who sneaked into the Egyptian kingdom of heaven, and they were not good people when they were alive."

Pomona didn't dwell on the issue too much.

In the Middle Ages, as long as enough penance rolls were bought, even the devil could go to heaven. It seems that this habit is not unique to one family.

Priests in ancient Egypt would also help patrons conceal the crimes they had committed. No wonder everyone aspires to be powerful.You can do whatever you want when you are alive, and you don't have to suffer any punishment when you die. This is the benefit of having power and money.

"Have you ever heard of the Deathly Hallows?" Severus asked.

"You mean the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak?" Gonseil said with a smile, "How could I not know, my grandfather is a follower of Grindelwald."

"Do you think this amulet will be the same as the invisibility cloak, which can block the eyes of death?"

Gonseil looked at Severus.

"Here's this for you." Severus stared at the Pensieve again. "I'm still more interested in the dagger. There seem to be more memories in it, should we take a look?"

"I guess it's my turn this time, isn't it?" Gonseil said, looking at Severus.

Severus smirked mischievously.

"I remember your famous saying, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests, what should I exchange for? British?"

"I told you the truth, even though I knew the dagger would interest you," Severus said to Conseil. "It's a fascinating weapon, but I don't want to use it to kill myself."

"It's amazing to hear that from an Englishman."

"You French also have the rules of infighting." Severus still smiled, "I read the newspapers in your country during the Franco-Prussian War. France is indeed a country of literature. Let me think about it, how did that author write it? Spit out A Jonah's devil, right?"

Pomona was left speechless by the question.

"That's Muggle business." Gonseil put away his smile, "According to the provisions of the International Statute of Secrecy..."

"I know the relationship between the French nobles and Muggles is very good, and you all like to enjoy it." Severus interrupted Conseil, "There are even many wizards who have hereditary titles, but my wife thinks that after the Great Revolution, France did not Nobility, do you know why?"

Conseil looked at Pomona.

"I know that the Bourbon dynasty was restored later." Pomona looked at Conseil calmly, "but you think nobility is just a title?"

Conseil sighed.

"You have the spirit of adventure, which is very good." Severus continued without waiting for Conseil to speak. "Fate is sometimes like a gamble. I know a man who started with a good hand of cards. In the end, he lost everything.”

Pomona couldn't help rolling her eyes.

She knew who the old bat was talking about again.

"When he was down, he always complained about how unfair fate was. I wouldn't take someone like him to gamble with fate. Are you that kind of person? Count Leroy?"

Gonseil looked at Severus appreciatively.

"You used to say 'we', which meant we were a team, and I'm telling you right now, I don't want someone to hold me back when I'm concentrating on something, like, what you guys did in World War II."

"Merlin's beard!" Pomona couldn't help shouting, "Why are you mentioning this at this time?"

"I can understand why Justin's grandpa hated the French so much." Severus stared at Goncey and said, "Even more than the Germans who cost him a leg, let me tell you a story, one day, We were traveling in the Alps and we found a strange place where someone had left a line in French on the ruins of a castle which meant 'the devil is dead' and we later investigated and found that there was a French army during the War of the Spanish Crown The army passed by here, and those Muggles bravely killed the monsters in the mountains, even if they paid a heavy price for it, I think this is the French nobleman we expect, as far as I know, the French court before Louis XIV The etiquette is not that complicated, very free and easy..."

"You can call it barbaric." Goncey said nonchalantly, "The nobleman sat at the dining table without using any utensils, grabbed the food with his hands, and then threw his leftover bones to the servants sitting on the ground."

"Brutal, but at least reliable. Later, Louis XIV introduced Spanish court etiquette to France. You do seem to have become a lot more civilized, with powdered faces and wigs on your heads. Why don't you continue to dress like that? ’ Severus smiled maliciously.

"Don't try to provoke me, Englishman." Conseil smiled gracefully.

"In the face of a bigger enemy, I don't want to be distracted, and I don't want to waste my energy in intrigue with you. I need a united 'team'. I think most people will lure you at this time and promise you many benefits, but In the end you will find that he got more than you, and even his promise is a lie, my method is a bit special."

"What lex specialis?" asked Conseil.

"I am determined to get that dagger. If you want to fight with me, I will find a way to prevent you from getting it. This is not good for us. So, this is my condition, keep the amulet that can deceive the god of death, Then concentrate on doing things, don't feel like a baby that fate is unfair, think that the ones in other people's hands are better, even though Nightingale is small, you still hold it in your hands, don't let go of what you hold in your hands just because of "expectation" In the end, it came back empty-handed.”

"What if I don't agree?" asked Conseil.

"This game is over." Severus said with a smile, "Don't think I only know you who know Egyptology."

Conseil looked at Pomona.

As if he found her easier to deal with.

"You heard him," Pomona said. "We chose you because you're single, and young people deserve a chance..."

"Enough." Severus stopped her chattering impatiently. "What do you think? Accept the offer, or just go back empty-handed?"

"What a bastard you are," complained Conseil.

"Thank you." Severus played a long tone and smiled triumphantly, "I know your father and teacher must have always taught you to be an honest and trustworthy person, but I have encountered more treacherous people." People, nobles are really..."

"You're annoying enough." Pomona interrupted his tirade aloud, "Please don't make others hate you more."

"No, I want to hear him go on." Conseil smiled in a good mood, "What is a nobleman really?"

"Pedantic and naive, that's why you get scammed by cunning businessmen." Severus sneered. "Chivalry, how funny."

"But ladies like chivalrous men, and you don't think women like you very much, sir."

"I already have a beautiful wife and don't need a forest of birds."

"What exactly do you want in him, Madame?" Conseil looked at Pomona.

"I'm also asking myself this question, Mr. Leroy." Pomona kept shaking her head. "Believe it or not, there are still many women who think he is cute like this. I still have to worry about someone seducing him."

Conseil's face was full of shock and disbelief.

"It doesn't matter if he's handsome, but I'm worried about being so ugly." Pomona muttered distraughtly, "What was your metaphor just now? Am I the head of a deer? Proof that you have caught the prey?"

"What do you think?" Severus asked Gonseil.

"Give me some time to think about it." Goncei lay down beside the pensieve, staring at the amulets in the basin, and after two seconds he said again, "Okay, I agree to your terms."

"Nothing else?" Severus asked cautiously.

"No." Gong Saiyi spread his hands calmly. "Although you are a bastard, I think it would be interesting to form a team with you. Let's continue the 'game'."

　BBC's Golden Globe and Prisoner's Dilemma, I don't know if anyone still remembers it
A bird in hand comes from Aesop's fable. Although the nightingale is smart, the eagle is not stupid, and he did not let the nightingale go to catch a bigger bird.
　
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