Chapter 2663 "London Landmark" (Part 2)

After walking out of the hotel, a taxi just delivered a tourist to the door, and the last piece of luggage was taken out of the trunk.

The two got in and closed it with a bang.

"Where to go?" The driver sitting in the cab asked looking at the rear mirror.

"London Postal Centre," Severus said.

The taxi driver who had not yet turned off the engine immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the black taxi began to travel through the streets of London.

Pomona sat in the car and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar city through the car window.

The road they were taking at the moment happened to be in the direction of King's Cross Station, but the taxi turned a corner when they approached the British Library and passed the University of London and Russell Square. Through the square, you can see the back of the British Museum.

Then they turned around here again, and after driving past a hospital, they arrived at the former residence of Charles Dickens, where many Dickens fans gathered, but they did not wear deerstalker hats like Sherlock Holmes fans.

After driving through a street, the taxi arrived at the London Post Center.

"20 pounds, thank you." The driver turned back and said to the two of them.

Severus smiled at him, then waved his hand in front of the driver's face. Then the driver's eyes became dull. At this moment, Severus opened the car door and took Pomona's hand to get out of the taxi.

car.

He acted so skillfully, and it was obviously not the first time he had done this. Pomona was originally worried that she had not exchanged Muggle money, but now she started to worry about other things.

The International Statute of Secrecy stipulates that magic cannot be used on Muggles, but since magic can bring so many "conveniences", why can't it be used?

Not long after they got off the bus, two more tourists got into the taxi. The driver shook his head when he came to his senses, and then asked "Where are we going?" After a few seconds, the taxi drove away.

Just like when they got in the car before.

However, Severus took her not to the open post office, but to the London Underground Postal Delivery and Receiving Station.

In addition to the subway for people to ride on, the London underground also has a dedicated postal railway, which could deliver tens of thousands of letters every day in the golden age. In addition, the tunnel is also connected to Whitechapel, Liverpool Street, Oxford Street, King Street, etc., making postal transportation unnecessary.

Affected by heavy fog and traffic jams.

People's lives have undergone tremendous changes due to the continuous improvement of the postal system, but Severus did not take Pomona to visit the departments open to the public, but walked straight towards the innermost room.

After opening the old door, even the brass handle was polished by people's hands, they came to a room that looked a bit like a lounge.

There is a very old fireplace here. Perhaps because it has been used for too long, the fireplace has been blackened and looks like it is made of black stone.

After closing the door, Severus lit the fireplace with his wand, and then he took out a large sack of Floo powder from the basilisk skin pocket.

Pomona quickly shook out the written invitations from his velvet pocket. He took an invitation and read the other person's address according to the name on the cover. As the green magic flames suddenly rose,

, he threw the invitation into the fire, and then it disappeared without a trace.

"Is this how wizards send invitations?" Pomona asked, poking her head behind him.

"No." He accepted another invitation. "The Malfoys are not willing to lend me their fireplace to send me a letter."

"Why not?" Pomona asked.

He looked at her coldly.

"Okay." She curled her lips, thinking that this was another "tradition" of pure-blood families.

"This is a public place, and all wizards who enter the Floo Network will be connected to it." Severus explained.

"So any of these people have no connection to the fireplace at Malfoy Manor?" Pomona looked at the letters.

"No," Severus said.

"Then why..."

"Because this is a 'private' party." He said without explaining, read the name on the envelope, and then dropped the letter into the floo.

She still didn't quite understand what was going on, so she could only hand the letters to Severus mechanically, and then watch him throw the letters into the green flames.

As the flames swayed, she felt something looming in it. When she concentrated on looking at it, her eyes gradually became blank. Severus's voice of reciting the name gradually faded and became distant, but he was completely unaware of it.

Strange.

Then the surrounding streets began to "melt", like a watercolor painting with the paint washed away, leaving only a bright golden color.

There was a woman wearing an ancient Egyptian dress sitting on a throne made of gold. In front of her was a shallow pool of water that extended like a carpet to Pomona's feet.

"Do you understand what he just said?" asked the beautiful Egyptian woman. "There is a word that does not exist in the language of ancient Egypt."

"I don't know." Pomona replied.

"Look," the Egyptian woman said, motioning Pomona to look at the pool.

Pomona looked at it, and some scenes appeared inside. An Egyptian woman with a golden headdress was walking towards a magnificent building surrounded by a group of female priests.

"She was once a princess." said the beautiful Egyptian woman. "Do you know who she is?"

Pomona looked at the woman in the pool. After passing through the colonnade of the temple, she came to a small temple. It seemed to be a restricted area and no one could enter except her.

She took a plate from the hands of a priestess with a feather fan on it, and then she walked into the small temple.

"What is she doing?" Pomona asked.

"Pray," said the beautiful Egyptian woman, "that her country may be rich and prosperous."

The woman in the pool put down the plate and picked up a copper bell placed on the altar. It was horseshoe-shaped and looked nothing like a fork bell.

But the woman still held it and danced in front of Amon. After a while, she put down the "instrument" in her hand, closed her eyes and muttered something for a while, then put the feather fan close to the ever-burning lamp on the altar...

"What does this mean?" Pomona asked confused, and she saw the feather fan was set on fire.

"These fans belong to the enemy." The beautiful woman said, "They are similar to flags. Originally, this job belonged to the pharaoh or the high priest."

"Why did she light it?" Pomona asked.

"You know." The beautiful woman said with a smile.

Pomona was confused.

"I'll give you a hint." The beautiful woman said and pointed to the pool. Another scene appeared in the pool. A man was erecting a pair of obelisks.

Pomona didn't understand hieroglyphics, but it looked familiar to her.

"Is that...Cleopatra's Needle?" Pomona asked.

"Yes and no." said the beautiful woman, "Look carefully."

"It's not done yet," Pomona said.

"So it belongs to..."

"Thutmose III." Pomona whispered.

As soon as she finished speaking, a civil servant came over, and Pharaoh Thutmose III looked at him.

The civil servant held up a stone slab with hieroglyphs carved on it. Thutmose looked at it for a while, and then threw it down from the height.

As the stone slabs shattered into pieces, the dust blurred the vision. When it became clear again, the picture showed another scene. A group of soldiers rushed into a magnificent temple and destroyed some sculptures, while the women in the temple

The priests were pursued.

A priestess tripped over her skirt while running and fell in front of a sculpture.

"Now you know who she is." asked the beautiful woman.

"Hatshepsut," Pomona whispered.

The "Full Moon" family of Thebes, the last "orthodox" founder of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt.

"As the owner of the temple, she can hire many people." The beautiful woman said, "There are many people whose livelihood depends on her, so she hopes these people can help her seize power."

Pomona looked at the priestesses.

"Has she ever thought about this?" Pomona asked the beautiful woman.

"Do you understand what he just said?" the beautiful Egyptian woman asked.

Pomona had no idea what she meant.

"People like to have fun." The woman said with a smile, "So after becoming Pharaoh, she promoted a grand festival, which happened to be the day when the Nile River flooded. People would drink all night long and become unconscious."

"Then what?" Pomona asked.

"For the Egyptians, floods were crucial, ensuring the growth of crops and rejuvenating the entire country." The beautiful woman stood up. "Reproduction and creation are closely related to recovery and prosperity. Marriage is a relationship with a partner.

When it comes to cohabitation, either a man or a woman can choose to divorce and move out without leaving any stain."

Pomona opened her eyes wide.

"It is precisely because she can ensure that the Nile River floods as scheduled every year, that crops are harvested, and that food is sufficient, that her position in Egypt is so important."

Now Pomona understood why Hatshepsut would preside over such an important ceremony instead of the pharaoh and high priest.

"Who did Hatshepsut worship?" Pomona asked.

"Guess." the beautiful woman asked with a smile.

Pomona lowered his head and looked at the pool. Another scene appeared in the pool. A woman who was exactly the same as the woman outside the pool was walking towards the altar with the support of another male pharaoh.

She remembered him, as if she was possessed by another person, looking at him...
To be continued...