Chapter 1210 The Beginning of Chaos

  In ancient Egyptian legends, the universe began to be dark, and the lifeless earth was covered by the endless water of “Nun”.

  Later, a hill appeared in the water, so there was land, a lotus appeared impressively, and a creature appeared in the blooming lotus, and this was the sun-ra.

The rising sun dispels the darkness and illuminates the universe. Laxian spit out Shu and Tefnut from his mouth, representing air and water. These two form the sky, and the corresponding is the earth. Gabor is the ancient Egyptian myth. Among the gods, who represents the earth, he not only controls the storage of ground plants, but also controls whether the souls of the dead go to heaven or hell. Shu, Tefnut and Gaber were Egyptian creation gods, and later Tefnut and Gaber combined and gave birth to the eldest son Osiris.

  Although he is the **** of the underworld, he is not the devil or the **** of darkness. On the contrary, he symbolizes the hope of eternal glory that the Egyptians believed.

  Every night, the sun aging due to excessive burning of itself will come to Osiris, rejuvenating youthful vitality, Osiris also represents the power of regeneration.

Horus was the son of Osiris, and so was Bobby. Horus was the son of Gaber and Nut like Osiris at first. Later, he became the son of Osiris and Isis and the husband of Hathor, the **** of love. The **** Bobby, who represented the eldest son of Osiris, was forgotten.

  If Osiris inherited the power of the underworld and judge the undead from Gaber, then Bobby inherited the power of regeneration from Osiris.

  But just like Osiris would be killed and dismembered, Bobby can also be killed. In Egyptian mythology, the **** would also die, and was finally buried in a piece of land in the underworld.

Killing the gods will definitely be cursed, provided that someone really regards a group of baboons as gods, but Severus is still so dry. After the ribs are removed, the baboons all become sand, as representing the gods of the desert. Seth, there was no blood.

   But the dark temperament on his body is even more obvious. He dissected the baboons with Pharaoh's dagger, and that golden dagger was the only color on his body.

  Everyone, including the dead ghost Shang Boliang, looked at the black-robed wizard with fear.

  He raised his wand and used a blazing flame on the devil net on the ground, and it quickly burned.

  Ordinary flames are useless to the cloth soaked in Phoenix's tears, plus he is coated with fire-proof ointment, these ordinary flames can't hurt him at all.

  He is like a devil coming out of flames, or a black dragon that can breathe fire, walking towards the onlookers.

  Nadia looked at him full of appreciation, but he ignored her.

  He stuffed the cloth pockets with Bobby’s ribs to Gonsai.

   "Do you know how to use it? I don't want to wait for a while to encounter the situation just now."

   "Of course." Gonsey showed the book in front of Severus.

   "I can't read hieroglyphs, you just need to understand." Severus looked at Nadia. "What is your plan?"

   "My chess is over, how about you?" Nadia asked.

  Severus laughed, "He can't play chess with the dead, so I let you play, right? What did you win?"

   "What is your bet with them?" Nadia asked rhetorically.

  Severus shrugged and said nothing more. He led the people to the secret room on the top floor, as if he was already very familiar with the path that he had only walked once.

  Nadia also followed for some reason.

  No one drove her away, because in terms of her performance just now, she should be regarded as a human being, and it is not a bad thing to have a more favorable alliance.

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  In order to find the black dog, Pomona walked into the forest.

  She didn't dare to call Sirius. God knows if he changed that dog.

  But after walking for a while, she realized something was wrong. When did the forest in the Tuileries Garden become so big?

Of course, the royal gardens are carefully taken care of by gardeners, and they are all trimmed into neat shapes. Anyone who dares to show up will be cut off with a "click", while the forest she is in at the moment is full of wild nature. The vegetation grows naturally, covering the sky. It's like a dark forest.

   "Hator, what did you do?" Pomona muttered, groping forward in the forest.

  It didn’t take long before she heard the children’s laughter.

  She followed the voice, and when she walked out of the forest, she found herself in a strange and familiar palace.

   She used to dig out her flannel pocket, but found that there was no space to extend the curse, and there were no travel magazines.

   "This is a dream." She felt so more surely, and then she looked at the laughing child. They were playing with the warship model in the fountain in front of the palace, racing against which ship would run faster and better.

The children are serious about the game, but the adults are watching like a game. These people are not only well-dressed people, but also some slightly shabby people. Among them, a man in a blouse expertly repairs the children. The broken boats were quickly repaired, and the children took the models again and put them in the fountain to compete.

   "Boys." She said helplessly, and sat down on a bench in the park and watched them play with warship models.

  From people's clothes, she can feel the flow of time. The cold winter has passed and the spring is waking up. Everyone's clothes have become thinner, but men's clothing is still in a few monotonous colors, far less colorful than women's clothing.

  She suddenly smirked.

Neville’s Bogut became "Professor Snape". Under the guidance of Remus, he transformed him into the appearance of Augusta clothes. In order to avenge him, the petty Potions Professor Let him dissect a whole bucket of long-horned toads that are the same as his own pet.

  The tranquil water in the fountain made her feel a kind of peace and tranquility. Even if the sailing model disturbed the calmness of the water, she still felt alive, which was better than nothing, a pool of stagnant water.

After sitting with her head empty for a while, a kind of sleepiness swept through. She didn't know what time was outside now. Staying up all night is not suitable for people of her age, but she is not sure whether she will sleep like this. Will not wake up at all.

  Her upper eyelid and lower eyelid fought, and finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, she closed it slowly.

  Just squint for a while.

  She swears before going to bed that she will continue to find her way back when she has enough rest.

Then she had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was floating up, like flying into a cloud. Of course, she felt comfortable lying in the cloud. She was really reluctant to get up, but she still remembered to go home. Reluctantly sat up from among the "clouds".

  She opened her eyes and habitually wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, but she drew a burst of laughter.

  She followed the laughter and looked over, her sleepy eyes became clear.

  She looked around for her wand, and finally found it on the white gilded bedside table. She immediately flew over and took it in her hand.

   "Is that your weapon?" Napoleon took a booklet, sat in an armchair, and looked at Pomona calmly.

"Why am I here?" Pomona stood barefoot on the floor covered with a thick Persian carpet. She was lying on an oversized four-poster bed just now. It was almost as big as a commoner's bedroom, but it It looks very small in this luxurious palace because it is too spacious.

   Then she found out that her clothes had changed. It was a conservative white pajamas, but the horror effect almost made her scream.

  She immediately pulled up the sheets on the bed, wrapped herself up, and her wand kept shaking.

   "Don't worry, the maid changed it for you." Napoleon put the booklet on the side of the desk. "You have been wearing the same clothes since that dance. You only have this one to change?"

  She didn’t know how to explain the problem to this dreaming guy.

   "Do you have a place to live? Your husband kicked you out of the house?"

   "We are temporarily separated." Pomona said, "He will find me."

   "I can arrange a place for you..."

   "I don't think it is necessary." Pomona interrupted him. "I am a free woman."

  "Freedom to homelessness, sleeping in the public garden?" Napoleon sneered, "Is this kind of freedom too miserable?"

  "Humans have two ways of nomadism and settlement..."

  "Are you a gypsy?" Napoleon interrupted her.

   "If I said yes, would you despise me? And expel me?" Pomona asked.

  Napoleon sighed, "Who the **** are you?"

  "The woman in red."

  "You are not wearing red now, tell me your name."

  "What else?"

   "I can have someone interrogate you, in the name of espionage, trust me, you don't want to experience that kind of suffering." Napoleon said.

   Pomona sneered.

"why are you laughing?"

   "I thought you were people who have been baptized by civilization, and you have stopped interrogating wizards so savagely."

  Napoleon blinked his eyes and asked "Are you a wizard?"

   "Don't I look like it?"

  He burst out laughing.

   "You don't believe that there is magic in the world?" Pomona calmly looked at the future Muggle Emperor, wanting to see what he would say.

   "You said you are a wizard, how can you prove it?" Napoleon asked frivolously.

   "I can't." Pomona said, "International secrecy laws stipulate that I cannot use magic in front of Muggles."

   "Muggle?"

   "That's the name of someone who has no magic power like you."

  Napoleon stared at her, like a fox, shrewd and full of calculations.

   "Others don't think so." Napoleon slumped in an armchair with his hands on his stomach. "They think my command is like magic."

   "You mean, you are a magician on the battlefield?"

   "I don't like war so much. Whether it is victory or defeat, many people will die." Napoleon said, "If war can be like playing a game, it would be better to win or lose without death."

   "Why did you tell me this?" Pomona frowned.

"I wrote a lot of letters to Josephine, telling her what I saw on the battlefield, but she was not interested in those." Napoleon changed his posture and sat a little more straight. "Not only will you listen, but you It seems to understand what I'm talking about."

  "Are you not worried that I am a spy and leak your secrets?"

"Isn't this what you want? Peace, I know how arrogant you British people are. No matter how bad the situation is, you won't take the initiative to propose a truce. I think it doesn't matter if you leak the secret." Napoleon said with a pun. Did you wait until you fell asleep outside the Luxembourg Palace to wait for the results of our discussion?"

   "Oh, it turns out that the Luxembourg Palace!" Pomona patted her forehead, and she remembered where the garden she went before was the seat of the French Senate.

   "You British people are very good at giving gifts, much better than our diplomats." Napoleon gritted his teeth and said with a sullen expression, "Just know how to spend money."

   "I am not a gift!" Pomona corrected him.

  Napoleon didn’t believe it at all.

   "If you don't want to tell me your name, then I will pick one for you, how about Georgian?"

  "Don't name others without authorization!"

  "Do you know what the moral of Georgiana is?" Napoleon asked again.

   "Yes." She hesitated for a while, and finally reluctant to say it.

   "What is it?" He deliberately prolonged the ending sound, saying like a kid.

   "Queen of Greek." Pomona muttered, still the name of Sister Darcy in Pride and Prejudice.

"For the famous quote you recite before,'Purple robe is the most beautiful shroud.'" Napoleon took out the snuff bottle, opened the lid and got a bit of snuff, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and said after a while, "There is also That phrase represents "freedom" Nika."

  Pomona looked at the man sitting with her back in front of her, and felt sympathy for a while.

  Even though she knew that he was too dead to die, and the ashes were placed in the Les Invalides, he still had a living soul.

   "It's always easy for people to forgive others for their mistakes, but it's hard to forgive others for their right." Pomona said, "You did a great job, Captain."

   "Don't you think I am a tyrant?" Napoleon asked.

"This is a game for the brave. Maybe one day there will be a civilian leader who dares to move on in the face of gunfire." Pomona said with a smile. It's not safe anymore."

  "Is this your prediction?"

   "That's it." Pomona recalled "History". Does such a person exist?

   "Georgiana." Napoleon called.

  She actually responded immediately.

   "Have you ever thought that it is not your problem that you can't give birth, but your husband's problem." He stared at her and said, "Or try another person?"

   "At the ball that day, you told me that if I dare to say that in order to survive and live with a man, you will lock me up." Pomona said flatly, "I am your prisoner now?"

  Napoleon sneered, stood up slowly, and walked out of the bedroom.

  "Get me some books!" She shouted at his back, "Except for math!"

  No one answered her.

   So she jumped back to the cloud-like bed and lay down, but couldn't sleep anymore.

   "Damn French!" she muttered, "I hate your lover culture."

  (End of this chapter)