Harry Potter Morning Light

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Following the hurried footsteps of the key manager Arlette, the keys on his waist kept hitting and making noises.

He didn't know what he noticed, and turned his head suddenly, but there was no one in the corridor. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and continued walking, as if he was on a daily patrol.

About three to five minutes later, his cell phone rang.

Mobile phones are actually useless to deaf people. After all, the person on the other end of the phone cannot read sign language, but they can still communicate through text messages. Sometimes he meets people who come to consult and type on his mobile phone to reply.

However, Arlette pressed the answer button on the phone at this moment.

"Hello," Arlette said.

"Are you alone?" the man on the other end of the phone asked.

"I think so," Arlette said.

"How do you know 'they' are coming?" asked the man on the other end.

"There is no media." Arlette wiped the sweat off his face and said, "If big shots want to do 'charity', there will definitely be media reports, and it's still daytime."

"What are they doing?" the man on the other end asked.

"I don't know, they seem to be looking for something." Arlette covered his face.

"You think they're looking for that thing?"

"I'm not sure." Arlette said in horror. "What should I do?"

"Don't make the other person suspicious." The man on the other end said, "Did you do something stupid?"

"I don't think so," Arlette said.

"Keep it up," said the man on the other end. "If something goes wrong, let me know."

After finishing speaking, the person hung up the phone, and a beeping busy tone came out from the handset.

Arlette put the phone back in his pocket.

There is a feeling, called the same kind, even if you haven't talked or met before, you will feel like old friends at first sight, and there are endless topics to talk about.

There is a feeling called natural enemies, even if you don't speak, as long as you are in the same room, breathing the air in the same room feels uncomfortable.

Arlette didn't dare to breathe, as if there was a poisonous snake at his feet, and it would bite him if he dared to move it. His eyes were fixed on the front, which looked a little scary.

At this time, another train passed by, rumbling from the ground.

In fact, in addition to subway line 14, there is also a subway line 7 underground in the medical center. It was built much earlier than line 14 and is much shallower. After the opposition of the French academicians, the line was originally planned to extend southward to the left bank near the Louvre, and finally the route was changed to an east-west direction.

Some people thought that the academicians were a bit exaggerated. After all, someone would be stopped talking in the library, but now after hearing the noise and vibration, it is really not something ordinary people can bear.

"They won't notice it." Arlette said as if to encourage himself, just about to take a step.

"Can't you notice anything?" A person in the void asked.

Arlette was terrified.

"What are you hiding?" the man continued to ask.

"I... I don't know what you are talking about." Arlette said stubbornly.

"Victoria, why didn't I pay attention?" The man smiled and said, "That's the name of the street behind this building. Who doesn't like the feeling of victory?"

Arlette didn't make a sound, his expression became calm and composed, as if he had accepted his fate.

"Which faction are you a monk?" the man in the void asked.

"In December 1940, the SS and the SA came to the catacombs of the Habsburg family. They opened the tomb without our consent and took the coffin of the Roman king, intending to restore the relationship with the French. relations between the French and Germans, but the walls of the capital are covered with dreadful slogans, 'They took the charcoal and gave us the ashes', and no matter what deal the Vichy government made, the people Didn't fall for Hitler."

"You think I'm a ****?" said the man in the void.

"Whoever you are? It's rude to trespass without someone's permission."

"You seem to have made a mistake, monk, I wasn't the one who was 'impolite' first." The man in the void lowered his voice and said, "He kidnapped my wife."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Arlette said tremblingly.

"Tell me where he is?" said the man in the void.

Arlette asked in confusion, and then he came to his senses.

"It seems that we have some misunderstanding." The man in the void said, and then he slowly revealed himself, which was one of the two well-dressed people.

"Tell me what you know," Severus said, pointing his wand at Arlette.

"How did you find this place?" Arlette asked.

"It took a lot of twists and turns." Severus said, "You can also cooperate honestly, don't force me to be rude to you."

Arlette fell silent, as if he had become mute again.

"He's not worthy of your protection, that man is essentially no different from a devil," Severus said.

Arlette didn't answer.

"It seems that he won't cooperate without some means." Lucius said. "You know how stubborn these people are."

"Do you believe in souls, Monk," Severus went on. "And heaven and hell."

"Do you wizards believe it?" Arlette asked.

"I believe." Severus said, "People in the past were afraid of going to hell after death, but hell is actually in the world of the living. The unfortunate people forget their feelings and dreams, and harden them with a kind of cruelty that cannot be softened." With their own hearts, they closed the door to heaven by themselves, so at least they don’t have to suffer any more.”

"When did you become so poetic?" Lucius asked.

"I want to read it too, by Victor Hugo." Severus said, "It is human nature not to accept failure, and 'loser' is a new kind of hell that is different from the hell Dante described. , one is willing to do anything in order to escape from it."

"It sounds pitiful." Lucius turned to look at Arlette, "Do you think this kind of person can withstand Legilimency?"

"It depends on how strong his defense is." Severus said, "or, how firm his faith is."

"You... are you going to torture him?" Baldwin asked.

"I hope not," Severus said.

"No! I didn't bring you here to torture people!" Baldwin shouted immediately.

"Don't make me, Father," Severus begged. "I don't want to do that."

"Have you ever been forced to use violence?" Arlette asked.

"There is a man," Severus said, "his life is coming to an end, and he wants me to help him end it."

"How do you feel now?" Arlette asked.

"I regret it," Severus said. "I shouldn't have accepted his request."

"You shouldn't have said that," Lucius said. "You're asking him right now."

"Human existence is summed up in two words—pleasure and suffering, which was also written by Hugo." Arlette said, "A prisoner said, just give me some tobacco leaves, and put me in a dungeon, do you think he Is it pleasure or suffering?"

"I can live in the deserted ruins, as long as she's with me." Severus said with a smile, "For me, that's heaven."

"He is my son's godfather." Lucius said, "He left 'heaven' and returned to us because of the unbreakable vow."

"Godfather?" Arlette looked Severus up and down. "You? Wizards?"

"It's part of the 'tradition,'" Severus said dryly. "Every English kid has a godfather."

"Has your child been baptized?" Arlette asked.

"No!" Lucius denied it, along with Severus.

Let the former little villain, now the remnant of the Death Eater, be baptized? This idea is really terrible, not to mention that the holy water can't wash away the black brand on his arm, even if it is washed off, it can't wash away the hatred and discrimination in the eyes of others.

The only way may be to be like the old man with the "st" on his forehead, the symbol of a sheep thief, to accumulate virtue and do good deeds all his life. After a long time, people forget that period of time, and someone will ask him what the symbol on his forehead represents. Meaning, the answer of others is "saint".

It’s okay not to inherit the family business, but to become a doctor according to your own preferences. Draco is also performing his duties in his own way, although his “pure blood” father objected and did not understand.

Luckily, he had Astonia backing him, like the Laughing Man had Dee backing him, and even though they lived in the "green box" and had no permanent residence, they still had a home.

Love is an idealistic thing that can be found even in hell, and no hardship can wear out the heart of God's creation.

No empty canned laughs from TV, no maniacal laughs from clown performances.

Maybe this is the secret of the "Goddess" smile, quiet and gentle, how beautiful this scene is.