Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 524: Badguys

  Chapter 524 Badguys

  In the afternoon, Pomona returned to the apartment. As soon as the elevator door opened, a dozen people in black were seen standing in front of her house.

They did not miss “I am a gangster” on their faces, and these people are all Asians. One of them is sitting on a folding chair and the others are standing. He is holding one in his hand. The smoke was smoking leisurely, and there were three more cigarettes in front of the poor panda sculpture, which looked like it was burning incense.

In Hong Kong gangster movies, the underworld has no other three things when it comes to the door. The first is to collect debts and splash paint, the second is to provoke trouble, and the third is to talk about business (mainly illegal trade). Pomona feels that she does not owe them loan sharks, so they come It's the last two.

  "What are you doing here?" asked the moustache who was sitting in the chair and smoking.

   "I live here!" She boldly took her wand in her hand.

  Although the power of the remote wizard is very strong, close combat is not the opponent of these flexible "kung fu masters". The wizard is also a human and needs reaction time. This reaction time is enough for them to use the "grabbing hand" to grab the wrist and disarm.

War is a confrontation between people. You are faster and bolder than the other party. Even if he has a gun in his hand, if he is not given a chance to shoot, it is still a piece of scrap iron. In the age of the musket, the boxers of the Heaven and Earth Club dared to follow him. The fighting of the Qing Musketeers is for this reason.

  The Qing soldiers who had inhaled the opium reacted slowly, and could not stand still, and fell over with a light push.

  The sick man of East Asia has been numb and unkind for a long time, and he is talking about the kind of smoker who serves as a soldier for a mess.

  "What are you doing with the stick?" he asked strangely.

  Pomona didn’t know how to explain to him.

At this moment, the door behind him opened, and a well-mannered middle-aged man wearing golden glasses walked out of it. The smoking man immediately stood up, because he stood up in a hurry and soot fell on it. Body.

   "Hello." The gentleman nodded and smiled friendly at Pomona, as if saying hello in a cafe.

   "Hello." Pomona also greeted him.

  Then that person walked past her with a dozen people in black, and Pomona quickly walked back to the door. As soon as she entered the door, she saw many silver bricks on the floor of the living room.

   Marco Polo’s travel notes record that the East is full of gold and spices. Now Pomona is eye-opening, and her living room is full of silver.

This color is very suitable for the green of Slytherin. Severus is smoking with his back to her while looking at Kensington Palace out of the window. It is not easy to maintain an inverted triangle at the age of 45. Fenon is with him. When I was old, I was so fat that I couldn't see the surface of my feet.

   "What is this for?"

   "Bullet." He couldn't turn back to say.

  Wolf poison bullets use silver, but if so much silver is made into bullets, it can trigger a world war.

   "They are so rich!" Pomona couldn't believe it and said, looking at the silver bricks all over the floor.

  "They want metric caliber bullets, not imperial caliber bullets." Severus sneered and said, "In order to support domestic production."

  Pomona also began to doubt like Mr. Wen that the current London Chinatown is still not the world of Hongmen.

  There are doves and hawks in the West, and young and veteran in the East. Young people are energetic and radical in their thinking.

No matter how the gangs are citizens, they are not a change from the veterans. At least judging from the mental outlook of those people just now, they are much better than the British soldiers.

  "If the werewolf really attacked Chinatown, he would kill himself." Pomona said sympathetically, "Is there no way to negotiate?"

   "They are crazy." Severus pinched out the cigarette **** in the crystal ashtray. "Son of Remus, you better not let him stay in the wizarding world."

   "Teddy stays with his grandmother, no one will embarrass an old lady and a child."

"Before me, there is a nation standing, a nation moaning in humiliation! After that war, the pride of our nation is gone! Those victors ride on our necks and do their best. They trample on our dignity at will, the dignity of the most noble nation on the European continent! Tell me, did you choose to be a freedom fighter or a slave like Benjamin Martin?" Severus said in a calm tone Reading Hitler's speech, even if it is not impassioned, it is inciting power, if it is accompanied by passionate voice and body movements, it would be so inspiring.

   "They choose to be fighters?"

  "The Chinese are very proud. They still consider themselves the noblest nation in East Asia." Severus sighed. "They are much more difficult to deal with than the Japanese."

   "A difficult opponent can promote our progress, you should be happy." Pomona said with infinite emotion.

"Others insult us, even the weakest nation will trample on us, we will only shout: We express strong indignation and protest, such a person has no bones! Such a person is lowly! We should use it The deafening sound of the cannon earthquake makes the enemy tremble! We should crush their dignity and lives, and let them know that we are not a group of cowards who only know how to protest! You must remember that a country that only knows how to protest is a country without bones! A government that only knows how to protest is a government without bones! When our dignity, territory, and living space are trampled on, we don’t need a government that shamelessly protests! You will eventually abandon them. He paused and said, "As long as people from other countries will make a contemptuous laugh when they talk about the word Germany in a chat, our dignity does not exist!"

  "You should stay away from Hitler, his thoughts are extreme."

  "Do you think what he said was wrong?" He asked back, "As long as other people mention Slytherin with a contemptuous smile on their faces, I will show them good looks."

   "No one dares to laugh at you."

   "That's how the nobles fought back." Severus said grimly, "I will never be angry and protest, and then swallow."

  Pomona finds it really difficult to communicate with him.

  Slytherin is very proud and wants them to learn to be humble, unless they plan to act. Such a hypocritical person is more dangerous than a uniform villain.

  Hitler’s words were full of suppressed passionate voices. He uttered hateful shouts, violent and savage convulsions. Those tones and voices came from behind instinct, which reminded people of the terrible impulse that had been suppressed for too long.

The longer    is suppressed, the more dangerous it is to release. Pure blood can no longer stand the third crazy dark lord.

   "We are our own devil, we drove ourselves out of our own heaven." Pomona walked over and hugged him from behind. "I don't want your heart to be full of hatred. You should love, dear."

  The tense momentum of his body suddenly disappeared.

  Sometimes a man is like an unsheathed sword of the king, with invincible power, but it is easy to hurt himself. At this time, he needs a scabbard to put him away.

  No matter how strong the scabbard is, it is not suitable for a sword, because it does not have such a sharp blade.

Pomona began to hum. She heard this song in Chinatown, but unfortunately it was sung in Hokkien. She couldn't understand a word. Anyway, hugging, hugging and playing, singing and singing can be more enjoyable. Are you happy?

  (End of this chapter)