Chapter 367 Jiaguan Gallery

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

Now the news on Muggle TV is mainly about the Indonesian tsunami, and those horrific images are constantly being broadcast on TV, as if they still don't think the world is scary enough.

No one expected the sudden disaster. The exchange and cultural activities that had been hyped up had become deserted, and the scene of countless media taking pictures with cameras did not appear.

After getting out of the car, the three of them walked along the road paved with red carpets to the City Hall. From this modern glass building, you can see the brightly lit London Bridge and Buckingham Palace. This building is in harmony with the old London The breath is totally different, no matter how you look at it, it's weird.

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

"Come on, ma'am." Severus bent his arms. "We're already late."

"I hate high heels." Pomona held the professor's arm and murmured, "It's like a torture device."

Severus and Justin didn't say a word, except that they, like all men in the world, believed that high heels made women attractive.

Ordinary citizens' visits 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.

The hall on the first floor has a sunken square, a map of London on the ground, and an inverted tower pointing to a point.

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

The sound of music from upstairs drifted down, echoing with the footsteps of the three of them in the dim hall. They didn’t go to work on weekends, the indoor temperature was not much warmer than the outside, and there were no oriental lanterns hanging. This atmosphere reminded her of There is no morgue, but there is no freezer for storing corpses.

"Malfoy is always late," Severus said lightly and casually. "The Platinums love attention."

Pomona looked at the dark-haired Severus and the equally dark-haired Justin, and thought happily that they might be considered a family.

At this moment there was applause upstairs, as if the speech was over, and when they reached the party at the end of the stairs, there was a waiter standing there.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Sprout." The boy with the horse face said with a smile after checking the list, "Good evening, Mr. Fleury."

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

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

"Oh, there are Muggles everywhere."

She hastily walked around those people, wanting to see if any oriental wizards were among them.

"Enjoy the party, Professor." Justin said with a smile, "I went to visit my friends."

"What 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."

Like thieves, they sneaked into the venue that will be open to the public tomorrow.

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, which depicts mottled line.

At the end of the corridor there is a piece of golden armor, it is not a Western plate armor, it should be an Eastern style, the Japanese armor looks very exaggerated, with large shoulder armor, it looks golden, like gold, reminiscent of The two magnificent dynasties of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

The figures in the murals are brightly dressed, with simple and smooth lines. They are not as realistic as Western paintings. Ancient murals generally use ore as paint, which will not fade after a thousand years. Walking in this corridor of time makes people She was dizzy.

She has a lot of questions to ask, and wants to know the stories behind these murals. It would be great if someone would explain them.

"It's this painting." Severus walked to a mural and stood still. "The picture of the messenger we talked about just now."

There are six people in that painting, three orientals, and three envoys, one of them is just like what Justin said, dressed as a person from the Eastern Roman Empire, and his expression reveals anxiety, humility, and uneasiness. It seems to be asking for it.

"What do you think he's begging those Orientals for?" asked Pomona.

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

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

"I don't know," Severus said. "They were lucky that the Silk Road didn't bring the plague."

"The road by land is different from the road by sea. 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 humans to humans."

"What about the one in 1880? It was caught on the coast."

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

"It's much happier not knowing anything."

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

"Indeed, it is happier to know nothing."

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the exhibition hall. His English with a strong accent reminded Pomona of the oriental wizard Wang Wei she met in XZ.

The footsteps of the people coming out of the darkness were barely audible, like a black cat slowly approaching. Not long after, an oriental man with black hair and black eyes 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 Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes. The eyes are very similar.

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

Severus stood in front of her calmly.

"Are you lost? Young people," said the Easterner in a hoarse voice, sounding older than he looked.

"Who are you?" Severus asked.

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

"I've never heard of it." Severus sneered, their voices echoing in the empty exhibition hall, it felt like being in some dark catacomb.

"If you know anyone from that school, please send them a message that an envoy wants to meet them." Zhang Tao whispered

"What are we talking about? A joke?" Just as Severus finished speaking, he heard a loud laugh, as if someone had told a funny joke.

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

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

"You seem crazy." Severus sarcastically "why didn't you tell the police about a murder?"

"I believe that world is beyond their control, Muggles. I remember that's what they call people without magic power. You should pity those people instead of hating them."

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

"Killing can't solve all problems, although taking other people's lives 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 terribly evil.

"That's true, that's why we want to improve our understanding." Zhang Tao said with a gentle smile, "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 screams of fear came from outside.

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

Without the projection, all the murals on the wall have disappeared, leaving only pieces of white curtain walls, which reflect snow-like light under the cold white light, making people shudder.

"Was someone really there just now or was it Muggle magic?" Pomona asked panting.

Severus didn't answer.

A branch of light could be seen through the darkened glass window, which looked like lightning striking the ground.

"Light show?" Pomona asked.

"I don't know." Severus said coldly, "This year's birthday is full of surprises."