After dark, the lanterns are lit.

In fact, there are many lights that do not need to be turned on, but in order to make the night scene beautiful, some completely unnecessary lights are turned on.

There are many people in this world who write about how beautiful the night view of a city is. After all, the night view is a symbol of whether a city is charming. The real night should be quiet and mysterious, with bright stars in the sky, not nothing visible due to light pollution.

Pomona couldn't think of any other words to describe the sky other than "what a waste."

Any living thing will change its surrounding environment in order to survive. Cities are suitable living environments for human beings. Electricity for some things must be supplied, but the money and energy consumed by these prestige lighting projects will eventually be passed on to the civilians.

Before Fleur appeared at Hogwarts, neither of them thought that such a day would come. In Severus' words, the place was like a monastery to them. He almost became a monk, and she almost became a monk.

Albus had his own arrangements for the two of them, and no one noticed anything was wrong.

Everything was messed up after that self-centered hybrid Veela appeared.

Human nature is to make mistakes, and they have always done the right thing under the leadership of Albus, the "Abbot". They have "survived", but they are not "alive". Their lives are not interesting at all.

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There were no lights on in this house located on the top floor of a luxury townhouse in South Kensington. Under the cover of darkness, Pomona used the light outside the window to get the wine from the bar like a little mouse.

They had drank a lot before, and she was walking a little unsteadily, but since others could continue the "carnival", why couldn't they?

She staggered to the door with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. The statue of Laconio had disappeared, and it had turned into a...

"What is that?" Pomona asked Severus.

"Easter sculpture." Severus also drank a lot of wine and looked a little dull.

"I don't think it would be nice for guests to see a huge black stone statue when they come here." Pomona pointed to the stone statue that almost touched the ceiling and said, "You might as well put an elephant there."

Although it is black, it is better than magic is power, but it looks too weird.

"Otherwise, what are you going to do?" He said provocatively, "I don't want you to see the statue of the male god, but you don't want me to see the statue of the goddess. Everyone will be satisfied with this statue."

This meaningless dispute originated after they came back from the outside. The group of Lacon O's sculptures made Pomona feel worse, so she strongly requested to replace it.

In the Parthenon exhibition hall of the British Museum, the only thing she liked was the statue of Venus taking a bath.

Human beings cannot imagine how a heavenly God of Love who pursues moral and intellectual perfection would react when a stranger breaks in while he is taking a shower. A God of Love on earth pursues earthly desires, and a woman is caught by a man.

The bathing scene will definitely scream, and Venus’s surprised expression seems to be about to scream. This returns to the core idea of ​​the Renaissance-people-oriented humanism.

Who would love a cold goddess of love who exudes law and order? The one who has that kind of feeling is Athena, the goddess of wisdom. The goddess of love must be cute before anyone can love her. Her figure is slender and plump, full of roundness and softness.

The lines are completely different from the strong and strong lines of male sculptures.

Christian sculptures all require people to wear clothes to cover their shame. The Renaissance is to revive the unclothed sculptures of ancient Greece. Oh, moral gentlemen say this is so shameless. People are the creators and enjoyers of life in this world.

People should pursue knowledge, explore nature, appreciate art, and enjoy friendship and joy. Of course, this joy includes lust. Where do children without lust come from? Are they conceived by angels like the Virgin Mary?

But after turning Lacono's sculpture into the goddess of love, the way Severus looked at it made Pomona extremely uncomfortable.

She became jealous, so she turned the statue into a statue of a black dog. Severus was not satisfied, so he also used his wand to transform the statue. Later, it seemed to become a game. They drank and turned the statue into one.

Transform the statue into whatever you like.

The Easter stone sculpture just now was Severus's "masterpiece". He was really drunk, and Slytherin's taste in art was gone.

"I don't like it." She drank whiskey from the bottle. "I actually like the sculptures of the three goddesses of destiny, but it's a pity that their heads are missing."

"Headless," he said with a hint of humor.

"Even you and Sybil have so many admirers." Pomona suddenly broke down and started crying. "Ever since Sybil predicted that Lavender's rabbit would die, she suddenly had many admirers.

Admirers, the Patil twins all like her, why doesn't anyone come to admire me?"

"I don't care what other people think." Severus said coldly, "The idealist is irredeemable. If he is thrown out of heaven, he will create an ideal hell. I remember this sentence is

Nietzsche said."

"Yes." Pomona said doubtfully.

"That's simple and easy. Grindelwald wants to expose the entire wizarding world, and Voldemort has Death Eaters. This is my style. If anyone continues to push me, I will use the Tarantine Dance Steps to make the Yellowstone Volcano and Vesuvius

"Dancing" like a powerful volcano, ah, I feel much better."

He said with a smile of great pleasure.

"Are you kidding?" Pomona asked cautiously.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Severus looked at her with a smile, and then took a sip of wine.

"No!" Pomona sobered up. "You can't do this!"

"Even if you tell others, who will believe you? I am a dead person." Severus said coldly. "Lucius has always thought that Muggles are like ants, but they are greedy and vain, and they hand over the world to

Sooner or later it will be over for them."

"Don't forget their numerical advantage."

"It won't happen soon. Natural disasters destroy most people. Oh, and now they don't want to be the majority."

"Do you also want wizards to rule Muggles?"

"I don't want this! You forced me!"

Pomona didn't know who forced him, but he was obviously almost out of control.

"Calm down."

"Why should the minority obey the majority? It has always been the minority that has really changed history. Democracy is a joke, as if those who are dawdling know what they are doing. No one can save mankind, not doctors or teachers, old fools

He gave up, he quit. He committed suicide and didn't dare to do it himself. He was afraid of going to hell. His soul and Draco's soul have been saved. Who can save me?" He shook his head crazily and said.

I will not go to hell alone like Yin Merton. For the decisions made by most people, everyone should bear the responsibility together. The law cannot blame everyone, but God can. Let us see if humans really have the power to make volcanoes erupt.

"

Pomona now regrets taking him to that movie.

"You're drunk, Severus."

"Not drunk enough, I also need a name for my organization. The mascot of the Irish team in the 1994 Quidditch World Cup was dancing. We also danced at Christmas that year. What do you think about calling it 'Dancer'?

, we are dancing the dance of death.”

"Don't give up, Sev."

"No, I've had enough." Severus said expressionlessly, "I was thrown out of heaven, and others are living with me in the hell I created. I won't make it easy for anyone.

"

The Chinese team entered the finals of the 2010 Quidditch World Cup, and the finals lasted three days. Although they lost, JK Rowling really thought highly of the Chinese.
Chapter completed!