Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 3096 Hiding and Appearing (Part 2)

Pomona put the coffee powder into the moka pot, then put it on the fire to heat, and then looked at it in a daze.

Water will turn into steam when heated, but instead of thinking about the Philosopher's Stone, she is more concerned about the Resurrection Stone. It once served as a ring surface and stayed on the Gaunt family's ancestral ring, and it was obviously Gaunt's. The home was purchased from the Peverell family or otherwise acquired.

Dumbledore likes to play wizard chess... Before the emergence of game theory, economists only studied the economy from mathematics, prices and market factors, and rarely analyzed it from other aspects. For example, highly competitive peers will always Open together, there must be other cafes nearby a famous cafe.

In the example of the pawnshop owner given by Kant, the owner thought that if he gave less money to the lay customer, there would be rumors, which would lead to damage to his reputation and make it difficult to get business. This is based on repeated game thinking. If people are engaged in a one-time game where there is no tomorrow, most people will tend to cheat and betray. For example, in the movie Casablanca, the heroine hid her married identity when she met the coffee shop owner Rick and fell in love with him. Then on the eve of the Nazi occupation of Paris, she learned that her husband Victor had escaped from the concentration camp. , she immediately left the man who comforted her.

Then in Casablanca, she met Rick again, and they soon rekindled their relationship, provided that Rick had two passes to the United States.

Does she really love Rick, or does she love Victor more?

She probably never expected to meet Rick again, just like so many men and women who pretended that they were not married and went away after a brief passionate love.

Because they plan to cooperate in the future, they choose integrity. The pawnshop owner only wants to make profits in future games. If there is no profit, people will no longer act with integrity.

There is only one Bojin Bock company doing that business. From a certain perspective, Bojin Bock has formed a monopoly. Even if people know that it is dishonest, they have no other choice.

At this time, the coffee liquid spurted out from the spout. Pomona watched carefully, waiting for it to make a "whistle" and immediately took it away from the flame.

But then someone hugged her from behind, and she was startled. When she turned around, she saw a man in black, and then he kissed her deeply.

She felt that she should take the coffee pot away from the fire to prevent the taste of the coffee from deteriorating, but her head was fixed and there was no way to turn back. She could only use the levitating spell to make it fly.

The kitchen was filled with a strong smell of coffee, slightly bitter, but with a very light fruity aroma.

It took a while for the kiss to end, but he was unwilling to let go, smelling the scent of her cheeks and hair.

"What were you thinking about just now?" he said in a drunken tone.

"Thinking about Casablanca," Pomona said.

"Movie?"

"What else could it be? I've never been to Morocco."

"You want to see?"

"No, I just watched a movie." She said coldly, "Besides, I didn't like it."

"Why?" he asked in surprise.

She knew that many people liked the movie "The Spy Movie" and regarded it as a classic.

"I feel suffocated," she deadpanned.

"What?" He looked at her confused.

"You want some coffee, right?" Pomona directed the coffee pot and poured black coffee into a small cup.

"I can see the light of Morocco in your eyes." Severus suddenly read the lyrics, "In my old Chevrolet."

"Stop reading it," she said expressionlessly.

"Any questions?" he asked.

She couldn't explain it, so she just got angry in a corner of the kitchen.

"Do you want to continue what we were talking about?" Severus asked, and then she heard a pecking sound, as if he had drank the bitter coffee.

"Socrates once asked a passerby." Pomona whispered, "Everyone talks about being a moral person, but what exactly is morality?"

"I know that story. Deception is a tactic in war and has nothing to do with morality." He said coldly.

Pomona didn't mean to criticize "Double Agent," she just hated that when Rick and Ilsa met, Ilsa was still so beautiful, and because her eyes were full of tears and filled with "the light of Morocco."

War should be about malnutrition and panic, because it was a black and white movie, and you couldn't see the pale face. If Victor really ran away from a concentration camp, he should know where it was.

A panicked woman will do anything to gain a sense of security, including pretending to be in love, abandoning her beloved husband, and fleeing with her lover on a passport.

Lovers in the world will suffer from uncertainty. If both parties can change their hearts, that will be the best ending.

If you change your mind, you can take your Yangguan Road and I can take my single-plank bridge.

The worst outcome is that one party has changed his mind and found a better couple, but the other party is still loyal.

The prisoners in the Prisoner's Dilemma agreed not to expose each other, but one party betrayed his promise and was immediately released, leaving the one who kept his promise to bear everything.

Although the final ending of the movie is that Rick lets Victor and Ilsa go, he takes a risk and kills the German officer, and then he and Renault flee to Free France, leaving behind the cafe that "everyone goes to" .

"You hated that movie because of the deception?" Severus said. "Who deceived whom?"

"Everybody," Pomona said through tears.

He doesn't seem to understand again.

“That movie wasn’t even shot in North Africa, I think it was Brazil,” Pomona said.

"There was a war," Severus said.

"Yeah, that's why it doesn't feel real." She said almost uncontrollably, "You know..."

"I know." He interrupted her with a cold face, "I saw your expression at that time."

She suddenly calmed down.

"You don't have the habit of carrying a mirror. You don't even know what you looked like at that time? But I remember it all."

"I'm in terrible pain, Severus," she said in a low voice. "Every day is dark and I can't shine any light."

"That's your problem." He said helplessly, "Did you put yourself in the movie?"

"Who could be that stupid!" Pomona cried.

"The more times like this, the more people need some illusory things, which can temporarily leave reality, just like hiding in a shelter." He laughed self-deprecatingly, "But I don't have such a place to hide."

She felt that he might need a hug, but she didn't know if she was qualified for it.

"Think on the bright side." He raised his hand to wipe her tears, "We all need light."

"I will avenge Victor," Pomona said angrily, "instead of going to Paris to find a lover."

"Really?" He seemed not to believe what she said.

"And not running away," she said firmly.

"This is not an escape. They will come back when the wind blows over. There is no need to fight head-on on the cusp of this storm." He said sternly.

Pomona was thinking about Neville, who had written many propaganda slogans with others and had found a place for resistance members to live in the Room of Requirement.

"It's just a movie. If you don't like it, don't watch it." He said impatiently.

She smiled.

"Why are you laughing?" He frowned.

"You never pretended to be yourself, did you?" Pomona asked.

He looked at her inexplicably.

"You have the guts to be hated, Severus," she said with a smile.

"Thank you," he smirked, taking a sip of coffee.

She walked over to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"They made a blood oath never to hurt each other," she said softly.

"You also want to make a blood oath?"

"It ended up shattering," Pomona said.

"That's not necessary," he said simply.