Chapter 367 Jiaguan Gallery

  The wanted Sirius Black was carried out by the Muggle world and the wizarding world. In the Muggle world, he was a dangerous man with a gun. In the wizarding world, his wanted photos were plastered all over the streets.

  Now the news on Muggle TV is mainly about the Indonesian tsunami. Those horrible images are constantly being broadcast on TV, as if they still think the world is not scary enough.

  No one expected the sudden disaster. The originally hyped cultural exchange activities became deserted, and there was no scene where countless media took photos with cameras.

After getting out of the car, the three of them came to the City Hall together along the red carpet road. From this modern glass building, you can see the brilliantly lit London Bridge and Buckingham Palace, this building and the old London The breath is completely different, no matter how you look at it, it is very strange.

   "I really don't understand the aesthetics of Muggles." Pomona looked at the cake that looked like it was cut and shook her head. "I like symmetry."

   "Let's go, ma'am." Severus bent his arm "We are already late."

   "I hate high heels." Pomona took the professor's arm and whispered, "It's just a torture tool."

  Severus and Justin didn't say a word, but they were not allowed to feel like all men in the world, thinking that high heels would make women charming.

  The visit for ordinary citizens will start tomorrow. The location is on the second floor of the city hall. There is a security check at the entrance on the first floor. Several security guards are holding things like sticks.

  At first she thought it was for self-defense, but then they took it and swept it around the three of them and let them in.

  There is a sunken square in the lobby on the first floor. There is a map of London on the ground, and an inverted tower points to a point.

  It’s the 21st century now. It’s not in ancient times. King power can no longer freely control the life and death of others. The city hall represents the will of the people, and the spire shows that this is the starting point of London.

The music from upstairs floated down and echoed with the footsteps of the three in the dim hall. When I did not go to work on weekends, the temperature in the room was not much warmer than outside, and there was no oriental lantern hanging. This atmosphere reminded her of I left the morgue, but there is no freezer to store the dead body.

   "Malfoy is always late." Severus said casually, "The Platinum family likes to be eye-catching."

  Pomona looked at the black-haired Severus and the same black-haired Justin, thinking happily that others might treat them as a family.

  At this time, there was applause from upstairs. It seemed that the speech was over. When they reached the party scene along the end of the stairs, a waiter was standing there.

  "Welcome to the two, Mr. and Mrs. Sprout." The boy with a horse face smiled after checking the list and said, "Good evening, Mr. Lieli."

   "I'm a regular customer." Justin said indifferently, "My dad and the mayor are friends."

  This party is very low-key, but there are still bands present, and they still play oriental music as usual. They walked in the direction of light. The small venue was crowded with people, and half of the women were wearing cheongsams.

   "Oh, there are Muggles everywhere."

  She hurriedly bypassed those people, trying to see if there were any Eastern wizards in it.

   "Enjoy the party, Professor." Justin smiled and said, "I went to play with my friends."

   "It's a pity." Severus said, watching Justin's back.

  "Are you satisfied with the birthday present?" she asked expectantly, holding his arm.

   "I don't want to go to the party, let's go, let's go to the exhibition."

  They sneaked into the venue that was only open to the public tomorrow, like thieves.

This is a very long corridor. There are murals on both sides of the corridor. They are not painted, but projected with some kind of equipment. The warm orange light looks like yellowed paper with mottled paintings on it. line.

At the end of the corridor, there is a golden armor. It is not a western plate armor. It should be an oriental style. The Japanese armor looks very exaggerated. There are large shoulder armors. It looks golden, like gold, reminiscent of The two magnificent dynasties of Han and Tang Dynasties.

The characters in the murals are brightly dressed and have simple and smooth lines. They are not as realistic as Western paintings. The ancient murals generally use minerals as pigments, and they will not fade after a thousand years. Walking on this time corridor allows She is dizzy.

  She has a lot of questions and wants to know the story behind these murals. It would be nice if someone came to explain it.

   "This is the picture." Severus walked to a mural and stood still. "The picture of the guest we just talked about."

There are six people in the painting, three Orientals, and three messengers. One of them is dressed as a member of the Eastern Roman Empire, just as Justin said. His expression reveals anxiety, humility, and anxiety. It seems to be asking for it.

   "What do you think he is begging of those Orientals for?" Pomona asked.

   "Food and mercy." Severus said blankly, "The Tang Empire is a big food country. If they can lend food to the Eastern Romans, so many people will not starve to death."

  "Do you think Oriental herbs can cure the Black Death?"

   "I don't know." Severus said, "They were lucky. The Silk Road did not bring the plague over."

  "The land and sea are different. The mouse is much more comfortable in the cabin than on the hunchback."

  "The Black Death in 1910, Chinese doctors said that it was not transmitted from animals to humans, but from human to human."

   "Then what happened in 1880? That time it was infected in coastal areas."

   "That's a question considered by Chinese wizards. We still have'rabies' to be cured." He said listlessly, "The plague broke out all over the world in 2003, and we were living in seclusion."

   "Knowing nothing will make you happier."

  Pomona looked at the Chinese officials in the painting. What did they do after hearing the Eastern Roman envoy's request for help?

   "It's true, knowing nothing will make you happier."

  At this moment, a man’s voice suddenly rang from the exhibition hall. His English with a strong accent reminded Pomona of the Oriental wizard Wang Wei she met in Tibet.

  The footsteps of people walking out of the darkness were barely audible, like a black cat slowly approaching. After a while, a black-haired and black-eyed Oriental appeared under the orange light.

Easterners can’t tell the race of Westerners, and Westerners can’t tell the difference between Japan, China, and Korea. Pomona only knows that the person in front of her has a pair of wise black eyes, and the blue of Albus Dumbledore The eyes are very similar.

   "But I heard a philosopher in the West said that ignorance is a sin."

   Severus stood calmly in front of her.

   "Are you lost? Young man." The oriental man said in a hoarse voice, sounding older than it seemed.

   "Who are you?" Severus asked.

"The organizer of this event, Zhang Tao." The middle-aged man named Zhang Tao looked up and down Severus. "I have a relative in England, and his daughter is studying at a school called Hogwarts. You heard Ever?"

   "I haven't heard of it." Severus sneered, and their voices echoed in the empty exhibition hall, as if they were in some dark catacomb.

  "If you know people from that school, please bring them a message that an envoy wants to see them." Zhang Tao whispered

   "What did you talk about during the meeting? A joke?" As soon as Severus's voice fell, he heard a loud laugh, like someone told a funny joke.

"Some wizards only talk about topics." Zhang Tao continued calmly. "It's a pity that the most outstanding white wizard in history has died. I heard that his disciple killed him, one named Severus Snape. People."

   Pomona subconsciously grabbed the hand of the person whose name was mentioned.

   "You seem crazy." Severus sarcastically, "Why don't you tell the police if there is a murder?"

  "I believe that the world is beyond their control, Muggle, I remember that they call people without magic powers that way. You should have mercy on those people, not hate them."

   "It's a pity, not everyone in this world has a broad mind." Severus said slowly, "Are you going to teach me your Eastern philosophy?"

   "Killing cannot solve all problems, although taking someone else's life will make you feel stronger." Zhang Tao looked into Severus' eyes and said, "A truly powerful person should learn how to control his desires."

   "You don't know who I am." Severus laughed, looking very evil.

   "It is true, so we have to increase our understanding." Zhang Tao smiled gently and said, "This is the purpose of cultural exchange, isn't it?"

  As Zhang Tao's voice fell, the lights in the room began to flicker, and then it turned into darkness, and there was a scream of fear outside.

  They immediately took out their wands and used a fluorescent flash. There was no one in the place where Zhang Tao was just now.

  Without the projection, the murals on the wall have lost their traces, leaving only pieces of white curtain walls. They reflect the snow-like light under the cold white light, making people shudder.

   "Someone was really doing Muggle magic just now?" Pomona asked breathlessly.

   Severus did not answer.

  From the dark glass window, you can see a branch-shaped beam of light, which looks like lightning that has struck the ground.

   "Light show?" Pomona asked.

   "I don't know." Severus said coldly, "This year's birthday is really amazing."

  (End of this chapter)