Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1233 "The Battle of the Fief"

"How effective is the Portuguese army?" In the basement of the warehouse, Severus pointed at the map with his wand and asked the injured John.

"I don't expect much from them." John shrugged. "And our Army."

"Sending troops to Portugal can not only alleviate the domestic food crisis, but also take away a piece of land. We occupied Egypt, and the French will not suffer in vain. This is a good way to pass on the domestic crisis. As much as their military expenses, What they raised in Italy in the past was raised in Portugal, asking the locals to collect a "special war tax". Unless our army suddenly becomes like the navy."

"Should we report back home?" the Liverpool man asked.

"By the time our MPs have discussed the outcome and decided whether to send troops, the French flag is already flying over Lisbon." Severus stiffened his face, "What we can do is create a situation where they will fight among themselves, except Napoleon, France There are also many generals with great military exploits, such as Moreau. They may all think that they can replace Napoleon as a military dictator, but that dwarf can not only fight and intrigue, we want to send Jenner back to the country, and he will use Jenner to make himself His prestige has become even more unshakable."

"What should we do?" John asked Severus.

"First find out which army is going to send troops to Portugal. I stayed in St. Luke's Palace for a day yesterday..."

"His military operations were planned at Malemaison, you ask the watchers, did his cronies gather suddenly?" John interrupted Severus.

"Not necessarily his cronies... look up Gouvion Saint-Cyr."

"You even know the commander's name?" John looked at Severus strangely.

"Go, you're wasting time." Severus looked at the map. "Time is the only thing we need right now."

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There is a lake to the south of the Palace of Versailles. This lake was dug out by a Swiss mercenary. It is said that the nobles of the old days would set up a stage in the lake and hold summer concerts.

Putting your feet in clean water in summer will definitely be cool. The weather in May is not too hot, but it still feels a little cold to step on the marble with bare feet.

She curled up her toes, enduring the touch from the other foot. Her shackles were on her ankle, not her foot, but he pinched them endlessly.

"You...you untie it for me!" She couldn't help cursing.

Bonaparte found her reaction very interesting, and continued to pinch her feet.

In a patriarchal and patriarchal society, if a man is caught raped, the man will not bear any responsibility, and all the faults will be borne by the woman.

As long as she thinks about the possible consequences, Pomona can't continue playing, and there will be problems if she plays this game again.

"How is your peace talks going?" Pomona yelled loudly, and Hathor said that taking the peace talks as an opportunity, she might be able to go back if the peace talks were successful.

"I'm off today." He said coldly.

She stared at the key in his hand, which the Scavengers had given him, with which he could undo the fetters without a wand.

Muggle studies class is not taught what to do in this situation?
She was crying so hard that Napoleon opened her fetters, and as the magic returned to her, she aimed her wand at him.

"Did I offend you?" the Corsican villain asked worriedly, as if he didn't know what he had just done.

She couldn't do it, how could a man's thick skin be so hateful.

"I'm not going alone with you, I'm looking for my guardian!" she yelled, stomping her feet.

"He's already waiting for us in the waiting hall." Napoleon smiled triumphantly, "When you go out later, you have to call me uncle."

Pomona froze for a moment.

"The rich man?"

"Doesn't it look like it?" He spun around to himself.

At this moment, he changed the conspicuous red inspection uniform, and put on a black uniform worn by ordinary men of the middle class.

"Shouldn't you be looking for Josephine?" Pomona asked.

"Let's go out first and meet up in the botanical garden later." He said calmly, and then helped her to find Mr. Jenner.

At this time, he appeared to be very well-behaved again, like a well-bred nobleman, and the chameleon did not change as fast as he did.

She raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

With her wand in hand she was confident that she would not allow herself to be shackled again.

In the end, he covered his beaten face and smiled contentedly.

If Napoleon wasn't a butcher with blood on his hands, he'd be cute too.

It's a pity that he chose a shortcut. According to the theory of monarchy, force is a shortcut for common people to obtain monarchy, which is different from what he said in a high-sounding manner, for the country.

People are always deceived by appearances, just like when he appeared yesterday wearing a red parade uniform, no matter how he looked, he looked majestic, like a hero.

People who get rich by luck alone have no difficulties in the middle, because they are flying, but after they land, all difficulties will follow.

Now Napoleon is in the prime of his life. Like the son who divided his father’s property and went outside to play, he can spend as much as he likes. When the money is spent, he becomes someone else’s shepherd. His life is worse than before at home. He will go back.

He will definitely return to Josephine's side, because their fate has been connected through marriage. Their bodies are in one time and space, and Pomona is in another time and space. No wonder so many people are lost in this time and space. the world.

She has to get out of this place.

She made up her mind to look no more at this charming devil, who, as Mary Louisa had rightly said, was a scum from hell.

She turned her back to him, covering her lips, trying to wipe away the kiss last night.

This is a mistake, and it must be corrected before the mistakes are added to the mistakes. How many people have ruined themselves because of a momentary distraction.

Is Josephine really stupid?She was just dazzled by love, look at their current attire, they are similar to ordinary citizen couples.

For Napoleon it was a game of drag, for others it was everyday life.

Ordinary citizens would fight if they found out about adultery. They would not follow the upper class, where each had extramarital affairs, and the marriage was only maintained on the surface.

She wants to protect the honor of marriage, and everything before is the price paid for freedom, that's all.

Maybe it was because her walking was so amazing that everyone in the palace avoided her. It didn't take long for her to arrive at the audience hall. Mr. Jenner put on a full set of clothes this time, unlike last time when he only wore a vest.

"Good morning." Pomona greeted Mr. Jenner with a sweet smile.

"Good morning, Miss Georgiana." Mr. Jenner kissed her finger, and then found Napoleon behind her. He looked at him with a surprised expression, "First Consul, you are dressed like this..."

"You can call me Wissance, Mr. Jenner." Napoleon bowed politely. "I suggest you better change into your boots. We will walk in Paris later."

"Why?" Mr. Jenner asked strangely.

"Because you will see the real situation in Paris." Napoleon said directly that "epidemic prevention is closely related to the harsh environment. Compared with London, many streets in Paris are not paved with sidewalks. The sanitation and road conditions of such streets are very bad. Because there is no sound sewer system and there will be a lot of dirt, shoe polishers have become a big industry in Paris. Voltaire once said that Paris is like a sculpture of Nebuchadnezzar, where gold and sludge coexist.”

"Have you seen Voltaire?" Jenner said in surprise.

"I'm not the kind of general who only knows how to fight. I like literature very much. I once wanted to become a novelist. Of course I have read Voltaire's works." Napoleon said with a smile

Pomona shuddered a little, and she hugged Mr. Jenner's arm tightly.

"Are you all right, Miss?" Mr. Jenner asked with concern.

Pomona didn't know whether Mr. Jenner was a ghost or for other reasons, but she didn't feel the aura emanating from Napoleon.

Enrico Dandolo was really lucky that he did not live in the same era as Napoleon. If Napoleon was leading the French army, Enrico's strategy would not have succeeded.

How could the lagoon around Venice stop Napoleon's army.

A genius is like a meteorite, destined to burn himself to illuminate his era.

She seemed to see a mass of burning meteorites standing in front of her.

Isn't it scary to see a satellite hit the earth?So it's normal for her to feel scared.

What human defenses can block meteorites?

It is only a matter of time before the fortress is breached, and hopefully her reinforcements will arrive as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)