Chapter 2659 "A Tale of Two Cities"

There is a familiar smell of perfume floating in the air.

Pomona followed it, walking along the complicated and winding alleys, and finally came to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.

As long as you pass through it, you can reach Muggle London, which looks neat and spacious, not at all as narrow and crowded as Diagon Alley in the wizarding world.

She raised her feet and entered the bar.

The business here was as lively as usual, but everyone turned a blind eye to her, as if they couldn't see her, or maybe she was wearing an invisibility cloak.

There seemed to be a party going on in the bar. Their attire was too luxurious for this shabby bar. They were actually more suitable for going to a star-rated hotel decorated by Muggles.

Yet they are gathered here, and everyone has a sense of pride and satisfaction on their faces.

At this time, a beautiful figure walked down from the second floor of the bar. She was an actress who was actually over a hundred years old, but looked like she was only in her fifties. She was not dressed up in a grand manner, but was wearing a very smart suit. She looked

There is nothing old about her. Although she walks slowly, she is still elegant. People at the party immediately applauded when she appeared, as if she was still the shining opera star.

Only then did Pomona notice the notice next to Janice. This was Janice's new perfume launch conference. There was a line of handwriting on it that read:

'Do you want to feel magic?'

Pomona has always suspected that this perfume contains a love agent, which can make people smell their favorite scent. In the same pot of potion, some people smelled chocolate and some people asked about peppermint, but these are not contained in the potion itself.

s material.

It just makes you feel that way, just like Li Wei said, making the past perception present. But in the "own present", it does not happen, just like recalling the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle under the sunset, and for Jenny

In this case it is a brightly lit theater.

There was a strange buzzing sound.

Pomona looked at the perfume bottle not far away, watching it trembling slightly on the display stand. With the vibration of the liquid in the cup, she seemed to be lost in it.

Then she smelled a perfume that was different from Janice's perfume. It had a sweet citrus scent, which was pleasant and refreshing. When she turned around to look for the direction of the scent, she saw a person wearing a uniform.

The bird green and gold coat looks familiar.

"Good morning, madam," the man said in French with an accent.

Pomona is not married, but "Mrs." can also be used for unmarried women. After all, women of her age should be married in most people's minds.

"Is it morning?" Pomona asked.

The man smiled, showing his white teeth.

"What else do you think?"

She was a little dizzy.

"What perfume would you like?" he asked her like a store clerk.

"What suggestions do you have?" Pomona asked casually.

He looked at her with a confusing look.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Have you ever heard of the goddess Hathor?" he asked.

There was a fog in her mind.

"She is the 'twin' of Isis." he added.

"I know the goddess Isis, she is the wife of Osiris." Pomona answered.

"Hathor is the queen of heaven." He picked up a bottle of perfume and said, "Heaven should be full of dance, music, wine and perfume. How about trying this one?"

She didn't take the bottle.

Normal perfumes are packed in glass bottles or crystal bottles, but this one is in a small silver bottle, which looks like it contains some kind of magic potion.

"And she is also the Egyptian Goddess of Love." The man said in seductive language, "Use it and the other person will fall in love with you."

"Sounds like a love potion," Pomona said, unable to help but take it curiously.

"A love potion? No, it's not that kind of thing." He smiled and said, "For a love potion, you have to keep poisoning it. For this, you only need one drop."

Pomona felt that he was like the stepmother who coaxed Snow White to eat the poisoned apple. She looked at the silver bottle in her hand. It was polished so smooth that she could see her reflection, but because the bottle was not a flat surface like a mirror, her reflection

The appearance looks a little deformed.

"I don't think love potion is a poison." She put down the bottle in her hand. "Your choice of words is inappropriate."

"All it can bring is a strong sense of obsession, and when it disappears, the 'love' disappears," he said.

"Isn't it?" Pomona shook the small silver bottle in his hand.

"What do you know about Hathor?" he asked.

"Why do you keep mentioning her?" she complained.

"She has a pair of eyes that belong to the sun god, and they are filled with her tears."

"Why is she crying?" Pomona asked.

"She sympathizes with the dead. Legend has it that she will transform into a fig tree and give the fruits to the dead in hell."

"I heard that Hades would use pomegranate seeds to keep the Queen of Hades," Pomona said.

"Figs and pomegranates are not the same fruit, little fool." They were strangers, but he said in a doting tone.

'Sympathize with the living.'

She seemed to hear someone say.

"What about Isis? Does she sympathize with the living?" Pomona asked.

He didn't speak.

"Do you think Caesar loved Cleopatra?"

"What?" she exclaimed.

"She was still a girl." He stretched out his hand to lift the lid of the silver bottle in her hand, "fresh and refined..."

She dodged with the bottle in her hand.

"It's like the sea breeze in Alexandria. The smell makes you refreshed." He said pretending not to care.

"The sea breeze has a salty smell. Do you think I smell like a salted fish?"

He smiled.

"Seawater and tears are salty, even the tears of God."

"Have you tried it?" she asked provocatively.

"Yes." He replied firmly.

She didn't believe it.

Then he bent down, came close to her, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "Because I am already dead."

She took a step back, not because she was afraid of dead people, there were many ghosts in Hogwarts Castle, but because...

He laughed, as if he thought it was funny.

She didn't want to pay attention to this rude guy, and just wanted to leave, but found that she was no longer in the Leaky Cauldron.

This is a splendid theater, with people in formal attire and masks on their faces dancing to the sound of music.

"Isis and Hathor are the mothers of light and darkness." The man continued, "Isis later paired with Nip, ensuring the immortality of the Pharaoh through birth, death and resurrection, and the Pharaoh would also call himself Horu.

Si reincarnated and proved to his people that he was omnipotent, but in fact he was not so great. He could not stop Caesar's army, but his sister..."

"She hopes to gain Caesar's support and become the female pharaoh of Egypt." Pomona continued, "Caesar also hopes to rule Egypt through her. They just use each other."

"How to prove that there is love between them?" he asked.

"He can't do it." Pomona smiled. "Antony designated his and Cleopatra's children as the successors of Egypt and Rome..."

"I gave you the same promise." 'Caesar' said.

"And that was Antony's way of proving his love for Cleopatra," Pomona said. "It wasn't 'Caesar.'"

He was silent.

"Love is not a wise move, but Caesar is wise. Maybe Antony is not so wise, but his love for Cleopatra is true." She leaned into his ear and whispered, "This is why I am so wise.

Reasons why I like ‘One Day Lover’.”

She walked backwards, away from the man who smelled strongly of cologne.

She didn't know where the inspiration came from, but she actually came up with the words "If power were a kind of perfume, it would be sprayed all over the body."

"I like it too." He looked into her eyes and said, "It smells like figs."

"I thought you worshiped Isis," she said, looking at his sword, which had a relief of the goddess on it.

"That's because I didn't understand Hathor at the time." He smiled and said, "Do you know 'her'?"

She couldn't think of an answer.

"We will meet again." He said like a prophet. "Goodbye, princess."

She wanted to ask a question. She often heard that Muggles would do stupid things, such as selling their souls to the devil in exchange for something.

At this moment, she saw a sculpture of Frederick the Great out of the corner of her eye. However, before she could see it clearly, she had already exited the opera house, the door was closed in front of her, and she returned to the twists and turns of the magical world.

, everything here remains as it was before the renovation of Charing Cross Street, as if time has not passed and everything is still in the "best era".
Chapter completed!