Harry Potter Morning Light

As the night wore on, the fog blowing over the Seine grew thicker.

Now there are not only the shadows of army tents in the Tuileries Gardens, but also the noise of people and the sound of horseshoes, as if time has returned to the 18th century.

"What are those outside?" Conseil asked Prince Eugene, "ghosts or apparitions?"

"They are waiting to cross the river," said Eugene.

"The river? The Seine?" asked Conseil.

"No, do you know which river I'm talking about, wizard?" Eugene asked Severus.

"It's obvious isn't it?" Severus smirked. "They're going to cross the River Styx."

"Wait, isn't the River Styx supposed to be in the Underworld?" Conseil asked, "How did it appear in the Louvre?"

"Did you see anything strange on the way here?" Eugene asked.

"Does the apparition in the pool around the glass pyramid count?" Severus asked.

"Now, you know where the river comes from." Eugene said, and then led the two to an exhibition hall full of tomb murals.

The environment in Egypt is dry, and the murals can be preserved intact, and many murals are still bright.

Although there are not many security personnel in the Louvre, there are still people working inside after nightfall, such as those working in the underground laboratory.

But the people who appear in this pavilion at this moment will not be the staff of the Louvre.

Dressed in a black robe with a hood, he looked both majestic and ghostly.

"I didn't expect to meet you again here, Mr. Smith." Lyle Meyer said with a smile, "Why did you come to France?"

"Coincidence," Severus said dryly, "What brought you here?"

"For the first time since the millennium, the full moon and summer solstice coincide, so of course I'm going to see it," Lyle said.

"The Egyptians didn't use AD dating," Severus said.

"You know what I'm talking about." Lyle smiled meaningfully, "I saw an unfinished chess game just now, did you play it?"

"What? Do you want to go too?"

"The residents of another world can only play chess with the living, and I can no longer be regarded as a completely living person." Lyle looked at Prince Eugene and said, "Just like the one next to you, he can't be regarded as a completely dead person. This situation of being caught in the middle is actually very bad, but who calls this our destiny?"

Severus looked at Eugene.

"I didn't say that living ghosts are exactly the same as living people." Ou Ren laughed mischievously, "You think so."

"You told me so easily to get me hooked?" Severus said in mock surprise.

"There are always people who can't stand her temptation and are unwilling to go on, and are turned into living ghosts by her." Ou Ren said softly, "Those people outside are all."

"They want to keep going?" Severus said.

"I don't understand, aren't the living ghosts the same as those pearly white ones?" asked Conseil.

"I think the high priest can answer your question." Eugene looked at Lyle and said, "I'm just a soldier after all."

"Are you?" Lyle Meyer asked hesitantly.

"Prince Eugene de Beauharnay." Severus introduced the two "persons". "This is the priest of death. He may be 500 years old."

"What do you want to express? Do I have to bow to him when he is old?" Eugene smiled contemptuously. "When I was alive, servants who were older than me often bowed to me."

"What you just mentioned is the problem of the underworld." Lyle said to Severus, "Who should salute whom."

"So we're going to talk about this now?" Severus asked the "people".

"I don't think it's necessary." Lyle bowed humbly towards Eugene.

"Answer their questions." Ou Ren said impatiently.

"Pearl white ghosts can't feel anything." Lyle stood up slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Although living ghosts have the same sensations as living people, they can't enjoy it."

"What do you mean?" Severus asked.

"They can feel pain, but the wounds don't bleed, they can taste the food, but they can't draw strength from it, they can feel anger, but they can't feel the blood flowing in the blood vessels and hearts, just like climbing a peak with a little time difference. Climbing to the top..."

"It's just not fun." Eugene stopped Lyle from continuing, "It's really long-winded."

Lyle smiled humbly and looked good-natured.

"I didn't expect such a day to come." Severus said to Lyle. "I'm glad to meet you, Priest."

"May I know what you played chess with the inhabitants of another world?" Lyle asked.

"No." Severus said bluntly.

"Good luck, then," Lyle said politely.

So Severus and Conseil followed Eugene out of the exhibition hall.

"It seems that we won't be alone tonight." Goncei whispered beside Severus, "How did you know the death priest just now?"

"That's going to be a long story, how long are we going?" Severus asked Eugene.

"There was one there just now, but your 'friend' was there, so we had to skip it and go to the next one," Eugene said.

"Where are we going now?" asked Conseil.

"On the roof," said Eugene.

"How could there be a crocodile on the roof of the Louvre?" asked Conseil.

"Rome wasn't built in a day, and the Louvre was the same. A worker was going to steal a lapis lazuli sculpture, but it fell somewhere." Eugene replied.

"Why did he choose a lapis lazuli sculpture in the shape of a crocodile?" asked Conseil.

"Why did the thief choose the Mona Lisa?" Eugene asked.

Then Conseil stopped asking.

"Can you Apparate?" Severus asked Conseil.

Conseil stopped.

"Strange, why not?" said Conseil with a frightened face.

"It seems that this is also one of the 'rules'." Severus said in admiration. "They want us to fight like Muggles."

"I don't understand why?" asked Conseil.

"In the Middle Ages, the commoners challenged the nobles. The nobles could ride horses and take swords and wear armor. But if the nobles challenged the commoners, they could only wear shirts. In my father's time, the duelists would wear the same clothes and carry the same clothes. All of this is for fairness." Ou Ren said, "As long as the sacrifice is right, ordinary people can also borrow power, and that dagger is not something you wizards can have."

"Fair? You say it's for fairness?" Conseil said excitedly.

"Muggles don't practice their martial arts like they did back then. I must say they do. What warrior would want to fight a wizard?"

"Is it strange that you are a wizard who can fight in melee? Where did you learn it?" Eugene asked.

"That's another long story." Severus gritted his teeth and grinned. "It's a pity that I never used it on that stupid deer once I learned it."

"What about his son?" Eugene asked maliciously.

Severus didn't answer, his face was gloomy, as if his mind had been lost in some unpleasant memory.

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Only one year passed from 1799 to 1800, but the epoch of mankind has already passed from the 18th century to the 19th century.

Minuet originated in France, and it was once a popular dance in European courts like waltz. However, with the French Revolution and the rapid popularity of the waltz in the social world, the minuet was gradually replaced by the waltz originated in Germany. It was this "new" dance step that Josephine learned from her young dance teacher.

The waltz requires two people to embrace each other and spin on the dance floor in pairs. It is conceivable how much Napoleon hated this dance.

While the music of the waltz was played at the court of Vienna, the French court still maintained the minuet advocated by Louis XIV. During the Romantic period, the waltz became the favorite dance of young people during the social season, and only "bored old men" danced the minuet.

As soon as the First Consul appeared, the waltz dancers on the dance floor stopped, the music stopped, and there was a deathly silence in the lively place. Those young people who bowed and bowed didn't have any smiles on their faces. They were like rebels. The boy in the early period hated the first ruling just as much as the autocratic elders.

"Do you want to dance with me, Goddess?" Pomona looked listlessly at the vision before her and yawned.

"I want to dance the waltz." Hathor said sadly, her tone was almost like that of a wives biting a handkerchief jealously.

"You want to waltz with your lion," Pomona snapped at her unscrupulously. "You know he'll never waltz."

"I know, so that's where it gets interesting," Hathor said with bright eyes.

Pomona looked at her with weird eyes.

"Don't you make your lover do what he doesn't want to do?" asked Hathor.

"I value life very much."

"coward."

Pomona looked at Napoleon on the dance floor, wearing boots and "socializing" with people, and suddenly felt that he was lonely.

There are many biographies that say that he does not need friendship, family affection and love, because he is a person who is naturally devoid of emotion.

But Pomona remembered the biography of Napoleon that Severus showed her. When Napoleon arrived at the military academy when he was ten years old, he built a "fortress" for himself to prevent anyone from approaching. If anyone broke into his "territory" He will be driven out with a stick.

Rather than saying that it is a desire to control and possess, it is better to say it is a kind of "defense". This is a way of adapting to a new environment that is different from "grouping".

"I'm not easy to mess with, you all don't mess with me."

That's probably what he meant.

Even someone like Voldemort could be seen a little better by her, Pomona sighed and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

She was indeed a coward, and a lifetime of courage had been spent on one person.

He, like Tobias and Severus, was a wild beast that got into the crowd and was beaten to the ground. But since he chose God, he hoped that with the company of God, this Corsican, named by the priest as the Lion in the Wilderness, could rest in peace.

This is his fate, and it cannot be changed if he doesn't want to accept his fate.

Erasmus's sentence "I hope fate will give me freedom, just like nature gives me" is just a good wish, and it is just a "fairy tale (tale)" that people who read too much and become stupid will come up with.