Chapter 524 Bad guys

In the afternoon, Pomona returned to her apartment. As soon as the elevator door opened, she saw a dozen men in black standing at her door.

They almost wrote "I am a gangster" on their faces, and these people were all Asian, and one of them was sitting on a folding chair, and the others were standing, and he was holding a gun in his hand. Cigarettes, smoking leisurely, there are three more cigarettes in front of the poor panda sculpture, which looks like burning incense.

In Hong Kong gangster movies, the gangsters come to their door for three things. The first is to collect debts and splash paint, the second is to provoke troubles, and the third is to discuss business (mainly illegal trade). Pomona feels that she does not owe them usury, so they come to the door It's the latter two.

"What are you here for?" asked the bearded man who was sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette.

"I live here!" she ventured, taking her wand in her hand.

Although long-range wizards are very powerful, they are not opponents of these nimble "kung fu masters" in melee combat. Wizards are also human and need reaction time. This reaction time is enough for them to use their "grabbers" to grab their wrists and disarm them.

War is a confrontation between people. You are faster and more courageous than the opponent. Even if he has a gun in his hand, if you don’t give him a chance to shoot, it is a piece of scrap iron. This is the reason why Qing's musketeers fight.

The Qing soldiers who had smoked opium were unresponsive, unable to stand still, and fell down with a light push.

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

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

Pomona didn't know how to explain it to him.

At this moment, the door behind him opened, and a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out. The smoking man stood up immediately, and the ashes fell on the ground because he stood up too hastily. body.

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

"Hello." Pomona also greeted him.

Then that person led a dozen men in black and walked past her. Pomona immediately walked back to the door. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a lot of silver bricks on the floor of the living room.

According to Marco Polo's travel notes, gold and spices are everywhere in the east. Now Pomona has opened her eyes, and her living room is full of silver.

This color is very suitable for Slytherin's green. Severus is smoking with his back to her and looking at Kensington Palace outside the window. It is not easy to maintain an inverted triangle figure at the age of forty-five. Fernon is just like him When I was old, I was so fat that I couldn't see my feet.

"What is this for?"

"Bullets." He said without turning his head.

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

"They're really rich!" Pomona said in disbelief, looking at the silver bricks all over the floor.

"They want metric caliber bullets, not imperial caliber." Severus sneered, "To support domestic production."

Pomona also began to doubt like Mr. Wen, whether the current Chinatown in London is still dominated by the Hongmen.

There are doves and hawks in the West, and young men and veterans in the East. Young people are energetic and radical in thinking, and they can do it when they say it.

Gangsters are civilians no matter what, and they are not a change from veterans. At least judging from the mental outlook of the few people just now, they are much better than British soldiers.

"If the werewolves really attacked Chinatown, they would be courting their own death." Pomona said sympathetically, "Is there no way to negotiate peace?"

"They're crazy." Severus stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray. "Son of Remus, you'd better keep him out of the wizarding world."

"Teddy stays with his grandmother, no one will make things difficult for an old lady and a child."

"In front of me, stood a nation, a nation moaning in humiliation! After that war ended, the pride of our nation was gone! Those victors rode on our necks to dominate, They trampled on our dignity at will, the dignity of the most noble nation on the European continent! Tell me, do you choose to be a freedom fighter like Benjamin Martin, or a slave?" Severus said in a calm tone Reading Hitler's speeches, which are provocative if not impassioned, would be more evocative if accompanied by impassioned voices and body movements.

"They choose to be fighters?"

"The Chinese are very proud. They still think they are the most noble people 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 bully us, even the weakest nation tramples on us, we can only shout: We express our strong indignation and protest, such a person has no bones! Such a person is low! We should use The deafening sound of the cannon makes the enemy tremble! We should crush their dignity and life, and let them know that we are not a group of cowards who only know how to protest! Remember, a country that only knows how to protest is a country without bones! A A government that only knows how to protest is a government without bones! When our dignity, territory, and living space are being trampled on, we don’t need a government that has not shamelessly protested! You will also abandon them in the end !" He paused and said, "As long as people from other countries laugh contemptuously when they say the word Germany in a chat, our dignity will not exist!"

"You should stay away from Hitler, his thinking is very extreme."

"So you think he's wrong?" he asked back. "As long as other people mention Slytherin with a contemptuous smile on their faces, I will give them a good look."

"No one dares to laugh at you."

"That's how nobles fight back." Severus said grimly, "I will never be indignant and protest, and then swallow my anger."

Pomona found it really difficult to communicate with him.

Slytherins were proud, and taught them to be humble, unless they were going to act, and such a hypocrite was more dangerous than a villain who looked the same.

In Hitler's words there is the voice of pent-up passion, cries of hate, spasms of violence and savagery, those tones and voices that come from the back of instinct, recalling terrible impulses that have been suppressed for too long.

The longer it is suppressed, the more dangerous it is to unleash, and pure blood cannot withstand a third mad Dark Lord.

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

All of a sudden, the tense aura on his body disappeared.

A man is sometimes like a king's sword drawn out of its sheath, with invincible power, but it is easy to hurt himself. At this time, he needs the 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 a song. She heard this song in Chinatown, but unfortunately it was sung in Hokkien. She couldn’t understand a word. Anyway, cuddling and playing, singing and singing can make her feel happier, why? Are you happy?