Chapter 1163 Male and Female Thief
It is the imagination that rules the world.
— Napoleon
It can be seen from the promotional brochure attached to the tickets that the museum they visited just now is not the Syria Museum, but belongs to the Italian sculpture and ancient Greek sculpture area of the Denon Museum from the 16th to the 19th century.
They turned back from the Goddess Pillar Gate, and walked towards the central square, where the glass pyramid was no longer visible.
Long before Napoleon's expedition to Egypt, the French were passionate about the pharaoh's domain. Among the four ancient civilizations, the ancient Babylonian Kingdom left only a stone-carved Code of Hammurabi, and India has become a British colony. The capture of Egypt can cut off the British route to India.
For this expedition, Napoleon selected elite soldiers, while Egypt selected the most elite Mamluk cavalry. They rode the best Arabian horses and used the most advanced weapons in the world at that time.
However, in the battle under the pyramid, no matter how heroic the Mamluk cavalry was, they were forced to retreat by the French artillery.
To put it in a more vulgar way, the wheels of history are rolling forward, and these cavalry cannot resist it. Unless the Egyptians can find the Scorpion King's bracelet and summon an army of the undead.
Napoleon destroyed the rule of the Mamluk military aristocracy for centuries in Egypt, and also brought modern civilization to Egypt. At least Egypt is much more open than the Middle East.
He brought a large team of scholars, carried out large-scale archaeological excavations, and almost greedily excavated the remains of ancient Egyptian civilization.
Whether it is the tomb of the pharaoh or the cemetery of the common people, all have been excavated, even the mummies in the coffins have not been spared, and they have become collectors' collections.
But it was precisely because someone robbed them that Egyptians understood how important these stones buried in the ground and engraved with hieroglyphs were.
Treasures are not made of precious materials, and their value cannot be judged based on their materials.
Even if the Egyptians exchanged gold for the Rosetta Stone, the British Museum would not be willing to exchange it for the Dendera constellation board.
It’s just that the Westerners guarding these “treasures” don’t seem to think it’s a big deal, and they refuse to let go as if they were cursed. From the moment she came to this exhibition hall, she felt uncomfortable all over her body, as if she had returned to the place where they left a few days ago. Palo Alto's Labyrinth.
Severus didn't let go until he was sure no one was following.
There are fewer people here, and the sculptures are very abstract, not as lifelike as the ancient Greek sculptures, so you don't have to worry about "artists" who perform performances pretending to be sculptures.
"Are you angry?" She thought for a long time before coming up with such a stupid sentence.
"You still don't understand why Sirius Black and I are dueling? Do you?" he asked calmly.
"A little bit." She grabbed his little finger and said coyly, "But I don't think Sirius would like me."
"Why...forget it, don't mention that idiot." Severus changed his words midway, "I still remember Lily, but she is dead, and I live with you now, I know that clearly."
Just like Heathcliff, because he didn't let Catherine go, he died alone and crazy in the end.
She tilted her head to look at the hideous wound on his neck, why didn't she use Phoenix tears? Make sure not to leave any scars.
"Do you remember the story of the Resurrection Stone?" Severus continued without noticing that she was distracted, "The girl who was resurrected felt that she didn't belong to this world, and sometimes I feel that way too. I am dreaming like a human, and you will not be here when I wake up. I looked into Lily's eyes, and I didn't know how to face her after death, how to tell her that I would persuade her to protect the son with my life to die, but That's what Harry Potter is for, isn't it? And werewolves, I hate how people from the Ministry of Magic just kill to solve problems, but what else can I do? No werewolves, with Death Eater symbols on their arms people will continue to be discriminated against, I can't let Draco live like that, it's a curse, I didn't fulfill my vow to take care of him, look at that stone tablet, werewolves have been discriminated and expelled from five thousand years ago, I I can't... I can't..."
He gasped like he couldn't breathe.
"Sit down," said Pomona. "Come on, come here."
She sat on the ground, leaning against a pillar next to a sphinx sculpture, and Severus sat down too, taking a moment to breathe normally.
"Why are there still nightmares in Heaven?" After a long time, he looked at the ceiling and asked, "Where am I now?"
"Human world." Pomona said, "When you think about me, you don't have to think about those unpleasant things?"
"I don't want you to be involved in political life. It's a dangerous profession. Arthur Weasley was assassinated. I thought that would give you a little warning."
"But……"
"Europe is in war, what does going back to the Middle Ages have to do with you? Naturally, people smarter than you will think about this issue, besides, don't you plan to let Justin handle this matter?"
"What if he screwed up?"
"How bad do you think things can go?" Severus said slowly, "We've survived the Black Death, war, famine, religious reformation, life will find its own way, don't interfere too much , do you think that through education, people will become like the white wizard who abandons his family and devotes himself to the 'greater good'?"
"I……"
"I'll empty your possessions without leaving you a Sickle." Before she could speak, Severus threatened.
Pomona glared at him.
"I can't stop you from getting into trouble." He said with a sinister smile "just like you can't stop me from squandering money on your good. You can continue your great career. But when your coffers are empty, the bread for the next meal When everything becomes a problem, you will return to a normal life."
"You can't do that!" Pomona said.
"I am your husband." He said leisurely, "Which woman in this world is like you?"
She didn't know what to say again.
"Never mind the Muggles," he said, as pure-bloods would have it. "Let them fend for themselves."
"You want to let go of it?"
"Then you think I can manage it?" Severus asked back. "You know the bunker, we go there when the situation is not right, no one will find us."
Pomona thought of the bunker built by the mother, which contained a lot of expensive wine.
"I never thought it would come in handy one day," she whispered.
Severus stood up suddenly.
He walked to a booth and looked at the collection carefully.
It was a shallow stone basin. Pomona also stood up and walked to the side of the basin. It was empty, and there was even a dead mummified cricket lying in it.
"Is this..."
"The Pensieve," Severus said. "I remember Cairo having the largest research center for alchemy."
"I've heard it's rare," Pomona said.
"Rare doesn't mean it's unique. Most Pensieves are buried with wizards like wands. The Pensieve at Hogwarts is passed down from generation to generation, and only a few people use it. "Severus said in a long tone. "It can faithfully represent the details stored in the subconscious, no matter how ashamed those memories make him."
"Looks like those Muggles dug up a wizard's tomb," said Pomona.
"And it's a powerful wizard. Most wizards don't dare to deal with memory like this." Severus stared at the stone basin.
His eyes were clearly full of longing.
"No!" Pomona came to her senses and said repeatedly, "No no no no!"
"Why not?" Severus smiled, narrowing his eyes. "It's gathering dust here anyway."
"It doesn't mean that it is placed here..."
"We'll take it back," Severus said firmly.
"Steal it," said Pomona resignedly. "It's in the Louvre."
"This is stolen goods from Egypt taken by the French." Severus said, "Why do you think that things from the Louvre cannot be stolen?"
At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the exhibition hall. It turned out that the "stone sculpture" was running wildly, followed by several people in uniform, who seemed to be the security personnel of the Louvre.
"Sniff!" Pomona said coldly to the snotling. "That's your new nickname."
Severus smiled and bowed to her "You already mentioned it."
Then he glanced at the pensieve, took her hand and continued to patrol the exhibition hall, as if looking for the next prey.
