Harry Potter Morning Light

"Are you ready?" Pomona asked suddenly.

"What?" Severus asked as he was about to drink his soup.

"Next semester." She said patiently.

"I'm not a novice anymore." Severus said absently, "I can handle those students."

"I'm not talking about them." Pomona looked around, then lowered her voice, "I'm talking about Harry Potter."

Severus remained motionless as if petrified.

"He's going to be 11 soon, do you want to give him a gift?"

"Why should I give him a gift?" The old bat frowned.

"I don't know, like a birthday present?" Pomona said confusedly. "I heard that Hagrid is going to send him a birthday cake."

"I think the great savior will receive many gifts, and I will not be short of one." He said grumpily, taking a sip of the soup with a spoon.

"I don't think so." Pomona curled her lips. "Petunia has always been jealous of Lily."

Severus continued with his soup.

"As much as I hate to say it, I think she's trying to balance herself out by treating Harry unfairly," Pomona said, chewing on a potato.

"Since you don't want to say that, then don't say that." He replied stiffly.

Now she was quiet.

Originally he thought he could continue to enjoy dinner quietly, but she found a new topic.

He glanced up at the students in the auditorium, some of them were watching him secretly, and they all lowered their heads and continued to eat their dinner when caught by his gaze.

"Here you are." Baldwin put a plate of food in front of Severus, "This is for the hospital staff, I hope you don't dislike it."

"Alejandro" frowned, looking at the plate in front of Severus in disgust.

There is a Provençal stew, roast chicken legs, hummus, cut baguettes, a small avocado salad, and a cream of mushroom soup, all served in a plain white porcelain plate, simple but steaming , the apple tart that I ate in Cuvier's office before was like dessert after dinner.

Severus picked up the disposable cutlery and ate quietly.

Baldwin, who was eating across from him, stared at him.

"What are you looking at?" Lucius asked bluntly.

"This is the first time I've seen people like you eat here," Baldwin said. "At first he said he was hungry, and I thought you were going to eat in a restaurant outside."

Lucius turned his gaze to look at the scenery outside the window.

This medical assistance center is definitely located in the best location, where you can see the Notre Dame Cathedral up close. If it is used to open a restaurant, it will definitely be full of business.

But they leased only the riverside side to the pier, the subway company, a cafeteria that appears to provide food for employees, and a sushi restaurant, leaving the rest empty.

It was a little strange at first, but when the soles of their feet suddenly started to vibrate and there was a violent noise, the doubt was resolved.

Below are lines 14 and 7 of the Paris Metro, one of the busiest lines in Paris, and only the subway company can stand the noise.

As for why it is not dug deeper, it is due to lack of finances. Subway No. 14 passes through seven subways and 2 regional express rails. Moreover, the tunnel needs to be excavated into the aquifer. If it is necessary to follow the construction company’s plan, additional fees will be charged.

It was said that Eugene Beauharne mentioned that the beach square was built to welcome Mary Louise, but in fact it was built by Bonaparte for the coronation ceremony.

Is Eugene jealous of Aigron? This may only be known to him, because Napoleon died after he abdicated. Even if he had the right to inherit, there was no empire for him to inherit.

No one answered Baldwin's words, Severus was busy eating, and Lucius didn't want to talk to him.

Just then, they heard a "jingling" sound.

The three of them followed the sound and saw a bald guard picking up food from the dining area.

"His name is Arlette, and he's mute," said Baldwin, "but he can hear us."

Severus stared at the man named Arlette approaching.

In fact, there is nothing to steal in such a poor hospital, and thieves will go to this kind of public medical assistance organization to see a doctor when they are sick. Arlette is simply a decoration here.

It was nothing unusual for him to find a corner away from them to eat by himself.

"What do you see him doing?" Lucius followed Severus' gaze.

"It's nothing." Severus said nervously, continuing to eat his late dinner.

"I heard a rumor," Baldwin said. "During the excavation of the subway, an altar was found."

"What altar?" Severus asked.

"I just heard." Baldwin shrugged. "I don't come here often."

"Domiciles en l'air," Lucius said suddenly. "It's 'empty address' in French."

"What's that?" Baldwin asked.

"This is before the French Revolution. Those mobile merchants did not have a fixed address. In order to win supplies from suppliers, they would use coins to pay the down payment, and then use the address of the inn to issue a promissory note. When the promissory note expires disappeared, so there was a list of retailers who owed money to the supplier, and they gave addresses that were not fixed, such as a certain street, a certain person's residence, a certain inn, and a certain square. It’s risky because guests sometimes ask to buy banned books, it’s like a painkiller deal, which is illegal,” Lucius said.

"What does that matter?" Baldwin asked confused.

"The Seine is a river of books, and books are everywhere along its banks," Lucius said flatteringly.

"I thought you were trying to ask them for money," Baldwin said, and then he asked, "Your family sells books?"

"No." Lucius smiled proudly, "Nine barbecue sellers are rich, and one book seller is starving to death. I heard a saying in Paris that the right bank spends money and the left bank uses brains because of the Latin Quarter." Is it on the left bank?"

"What were the banned books at the time?" Severus asked casually.

"The Nun's Affair," Lucius said. "And the Philosopher's Story."

Severus looked at the old snake coldly.

"These books are transported through secret channels. This place is near the river. Do you think it used to be a place where readers from their Latin Quarter traded?"

"It's like when I'm buying an ooxx novel, I'm going to tell the bookseller that I'm buying a philosophical novel," Baldwin said.

"The gatekeeper, what do you think he is doing now?" Lucius said with a smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, Severus stared at Arlette, who looked like a real deaf-mute, who couldn't hear anything and was fiddling with his phone instead.

"How can you doubt him?" Baldwin said.

"Have you ever heard of the Chartres Order?" Lucius asked.

"What's that?" Baldwin shook his head in confusion.

"It's a hermitage that has been established for a thousand years. Their way of practice is to keep their mouths closed. Sometimes they are so quiet that you think they are dumb." Lucius said, "There is a forbidden book called Chartres. The Story of the Priest's Gatekeeper."

"I didn't know you could read," Severus teased.

"Who do you think I am, Goyle?"

"But I've heard that Chartresius will leave that valley at will," Severus said.

"I know, their job is to keep the manuscripts and books in the library, but there is another sect, and their job is to keep the grave." Lucius said. Hooded cloak, often seen in graveyards, looks suspicious."

"Arlette was in this place before I came," Baldwin said. "He can't talk, but he doesn't have a cape, and he doesn't look suspicious."

"What do you think?" Lucius asked Severus.

"I thought you weren't as fond of torturing Muggles as Bella," Severus said.

"I don't like it now, did you bring Veritaserum?"

"A doorman, do you think it's necessary?" Severus asked.

"That's my question, what do you think?" Lucius asked.

Severus was hesitating, but Arlette stood up and left.

His steps were hurried, almost trotting.

"Let's see if we can see for sure," Severus said, and he stood up too, cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, and disappeared.