Harry Potter Morning Light.

Chapter 1277
Severus went back to the living room of the main house and sat on the sofa.

Felix Young and Kreacher were there waiting for him.

An invisible and terrible pressure enveloped them, so that they did not dare to speak at all.

"You're weak." Severus said coldly. "Are you going to stay here with the woman, or come with me?"

"I'll go with you," said Felix immediately.

"What about you?" Severus looked at Kreacher.

"I want to save Master Regulus," Kreacher said in a bullfrog-like voice.

"I met a house elf yesterday. It's younger than you, but it's not as good as you. I want you to learn something from it. It may come in handy when you save Regulus..."

"No, you just want to save her." Kreacher interrupted Severus. "You don't want to save Master Regulus at all."

"I need strength, and he will help me after rescuing Regulus, and don't forget Kreacher, who took you in and gave you freedom?" Severus said, staring at Kreacher.

"Harry Potter," said Kreacher timidly.

Severus endured it, and said, "You can ask him to see if he is willing to help you save Regulus, he gave you Slytherin's locket, but he didn't say that It's a piece of clothing and he left you in the Hogwarts kitchen to fend for yourself, think who allowed you to go back to Black's house? She knows you, she knows your loyalty, you're better than that fool Dobby is a hundred times wiser..."

"Professor, you really look like the Dark Lord now," Kreacher said. "I can't follow someone like you, and you, young human, who will use you for his own ends."

"I know." Felix said indifferently, "Isn't the relationship between people a mutual use?"

Kreacher's eyes widened.

"She makes you believe that there are good feelings in this world." Severus said, "leaving us, where are you going, Kreacher, back to Hogwarts, or to Black's old house? Potter's taken."

"He didn't occupy that house."

"It was given to him by Sirius Black, tell me, who am I?"

Kreacher looked at Severus in horror.

"I defeated him in a duel." Severus laughed, "Siris Black has the right to dispose of the property of the Black family, but he is not the head of the Black family. I now order you as the patriarch of the Black family to go to Fontaine Near Bailu, in a manor named Champani, find a house elf named Boka and learn magic from him, I can't trust him, but I can trust you."

"Yes, Master." Kreacher bowed to Severus.

"What about me?" Felix said.

"I need to learn new fighting skills, and you need to become stronger. After I leave, this manor will be protected by you."

"You want to practice against me?"

"Let's go back to England." Severus said sullenly, "The night of the full moon is not over yet, you can practice with werewolves."

Felix's face changed, and he asked fearfully, "Am I going to kill someone?"

"They're not people, they're beasts." Severus said indifferently, "What do you think war is? A game for fun?"

Felix dared not speak.

"You can stay here with your mother." Severus continued slowly, "I will pay for her to take care of my wife. After she wakes up, you can stay and work in the winery, but I promised you Everything is gone, of course including the clothes on your body, you will still grow taller, and you will not be able to wear this clothes sooner or later."

Felix looked at the high-end suit on his body. As long as he put it on, he would be like a rich man's kid.

Just when Felix was hesitating, an owl suddenly appeared on the windowsill.

"Tsk." Severus walked up to the black owl with an ugly expression on his face, and unwrapped the letter from its feet.

Those who rose from the dead:
Please go to the Champani Manor, Pluto wants to discuss with you about peace talks.

messenger of death

"You can take your time, I hope to hear your answer when I get back," Severus said to Felix.

"Don't deploy defensive magic before leaving?" Kreacher said listlessly, "There is no one guarding here."

Severus took out the crystal ball.

"Godfather?" Draco's voice came out.

"Excuse me, you are newly married, Draco, I need your help with something." Severus said, "Come to the manor and help me guard your godmother."

"No problem." Draco agreed immediately.

"Remember to deploy defensive magic," Severus said to Draco, then put the crystal ball back in his pocket, and took Kreacher's hand to Disapparate together, leaving Felix standing alone in the living room.

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"Our relationship with Austria is not close. We fought a fierce battle in Mantua before." Bonaparte said while taking Georgiana to inspect the territory.

Before 1867, Hungary was completely ruled by Austria, collectively known as the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

France also has good horses and can breed them by itself, but in this way, France will not be able to maintain a "sweet relationship" with the Germans.

His Excellency Bonaparte, who had slaughtered the place, built roads and fortifications on the Rhine, all for the protection of his neighbours.

The French love to build fortifications, Maginot is a grand but useless plan, the Sun King Louis XIV is not only a king who likes to wear high heels, he is also a king who likes to build houses. In addition to the Palace of Versailles, he built houses. There is a castle on the border.

In fact, the main castle of Rambouillet also has the characteristics of a fortress. It is actually a rebuilt fortress. The most dangerous part of the Maginot Line is the sense of psychological security. It gives people an illusion of "safety", thinking that they are guarding it. You can sit back and relax.

She now has a weird feeling that Leon's heart is actually very disturbed, and his mind is not very clear. She doesn't think it is a good idea for Josephine to stay with her and Chaputal in Rambouillet.

When the rewards outweigh the risks, it is enough to take risks, and vice versa.One is a woman who can blackmail Napoleon, and the other is an important chemist, enough for outsiders to plan a kidnapping.

Josephine should go back to Malmaison, so that a chemist or an outsider will have to consider the risks and benefits.

French chemists are precious, and other countries have their own chemists. She feels that he is not thinking carefully about the problem now. Although it is understandable from the analysis of the purpose, she can get familiar with her "guardian" while working on sugar beets and sugar factories. thing.

This kind of situation sounds like multitasking, but it doesn't sound like it doesn't distinguish between priorities. It seems that apart from women, General Bonaparte has another weakness, that is, he doesn't know how to deal with scholars and experts.

He treated Mr. Jenner courteously, but Mr. Jenner didn't appreciate it. After all, he admitted that he was British.

In this world, there are many scientists who abandon their nationality when they are tempted by a little bit, and there are also "deadly loyal" to their motherland. This kind of people often encounter another extreme situation. , then this kind of scholars who are not used by me and will increase the strength of the opponent will be killed, and they will fall from heaven to hell.

Being a widow once is bad enough, let alone twice.

She grabbed his hand and made him stop.

"You're scared?"

"The battle of Mantua was the closest I was to death." He said a little weakly, "I was alone on the battlefield, and I fell into the swamp. The Austrian army walked past me and killed me and others. People were separated, and I didn't even dare to call for help. That feeling was worse than when I was almost shot in the head by a bullet in Egypt."

"So you're working on the fortifications while others are admiring the spoils?"

"The Arts Council people trust me to protect them." He seemed to be out of breath.

"I understand." She said calmly, "I don't actually know who my father is. I regard the headmaster as my father. He meddles in other people's business just like you, and ends up losing his love and family, Severus." He once told me that the more sober a person is, the more absurd he is, the headmaster always keeps himself sober, but in the end he begged Severus to kill him because he couldn't bear the pressure..."

"The more sober a person is, the more absurd he is." He smiled and repeated what she said just now, "This sentence has been requisitioned."

"What I want to express is, don't carry all the burdens on your own, find a few people to help you share them. Is Lucien going to help you or against you?"

Napoleon sighed again, "He didn't want to be the heir, so he did some seemingly absurd things."

"So the seemingly absurd person is actually very sober?"

"That's right, he doesn't have to be like me, he has to be busy 'defending' all day long."

"You were in the swamp, how did you get out?"

There was a hesitation in his eyes.

"tell me."

"My soldiers, they saved me."

"You treat them like a father treats a son, and they have the same love for you. You are unrelated relatives." She stroked his forehead. "This doesn't apply to everyone. I remember there was a rebellion a while ago."

He made a displeased expression.

"You have a strange family to deal with, General."

"Tell me what to do?" he said bitterly. "I think I'm in the mud again, princess."

"We slowly figured out a way. Now, enjoy the beautiful scenery."

"Want to go for a ride?"

"No, I prefer to walk." She took his arm and continued to walk through Rambouillet, which was full of flowers in summer. Go for a ride with a vain woman."

He raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

"Tell me more about Rambouillet," she asked, smelling the wildflowers in her hand.

"You don't want to know about Mantua?"

"I've decided not to draw Titans on the school wall, you don't like it anyway."

"Then what mural do you like?"

"How do I know this? There are so many painters in Paris, you can find a few... Oh, the Academy of Athens!" She jumped up and said, "Just draw Greek-themed stories!"

"Prometheus bound?"

"Why are you so dark, not as good as the feast on Mount Olympus?"

"That's a school!" He scolded seriously.

"Doesn't sugar give people a sense of happiness? Of course, eating too much will cause other problems..." She muttered, and then silenced herself.

"I really doubt what kind of students a teacher like you can teach." He said in a dignified tone.

"I will protect the students in the school with my life." She smiled weirdly. "Ask those children who are studying, who doesn't want to blow up the school."

He looked eager to argue the subject with her.

"You guys are really alike," Georgiana said. "They both make school look like a prison."

"It's him again, isn't it?" Bonaparte pursed his lips, looking "friendly".

"I don't know what you're talking about." She smiled slyly and continued to pick wild vegetables.

"He's going to kill me, isn't he?" Leon asked behind her.

"Do you still have few enemies?" She said nonchalantly.

"Those people are different from him." The dictator rubbed his eyes.

"Why is it different?"

He remained silent.

"I said that he has the ability to destroy Paris, and he really has this ability. How did you come up with the idea of ​​decorating the bathroom in the suite in a Pompeian style?"

"Remind myself that danger can happen at any time."

She was really curious what it would have been like if Napoleon had gone to defend the Maginot Line.

"You're going to be in big trouble, Leon," she said mercilessly, placing a wreath on her head.

"I take back what I said, it's worth fighting for a lady like you!" he bellowed behind her as if giving a speech.

At this moment, her heart was extremely peaceful, and what Leon said was right, she couldn't use "unworthy" to escape her choice.

He is indeed a good general who can make those who are timid take the initiative to fight. No wonder France made the whole of Europe tremble under his command.

A sheep led by a lion can defeat a lion led by a sheep, but a sheep cannot remain a sheep all the time, and must become a lion itself, otherwise the lion will die of exhaustion.

"What kind of woman can make him love you so much that you think he doesn't love you?" Napoleon Bonaparte said in the tone of a poet.

"A woman with red hair," she said, pursing her lips.

"Is she more beautiful than you?"

She thought about it for a while.

She had never thought of competing with Lily to see who was more beautiful.

"If one day I have nothing, will you still love me?" He asked again.

"If one day I'm old and I'm no longer young and beautiful, will you still love me?" She asked back.

"Of course!"

"Then why don't you love Josephine? You can forgive even criminals."

He didn't answer her question.

"Because she can't give birth to you, it's useless, right?" She smiled indifferently.

"I think you want to hit me right now."

"No, my dear, I don't want to at all." She said with a smirk, "A man who thinks like this is not even qualified to be beaten by me. Please fight for your breath and earn back the right to be beaten."

"Aren't you jealous of her at all?" The great Napoleon shrugged his head like a puppy, looking extremely pitiful.

"Sometimes I'm jealous of human women." She said forcefully. "Every man I meet has another woman in his heart."

He looked at her half understanding.

"I don't want to cause fights and become the object of snatching." She said with tears, "I think there is someone who can only love me from the beginning to the end, why can't I meet him?"

She wailed sadly, maybe she had, but she turned and walked away as if she didn't see it.

She watched the wheat field and guided the students to find their own ears of wheat, but her hands were empty.

What a sad mixed veela.

Others don't understand the pain of the mixed race, only the mixed race understands it, which makes Fleur Delacour so special.

Proud of her beauty, she watched the boys panic and incoherent in front of her.

Later, she met a man who was willing to listen to her voice, although his real purpose was to catch her in a very cunning way and make her his bride.

She lived a very happy life without being rich, much luckier than Georgiana and Pomona.

Maybe God wants to let her experience all the misfortunes that all women have to bear before letting her go, but she really doesn't know if she can hold on until the day when "the rain passes and the sky clears up".

Then she felt her arms hugging her. If Hathor knew that her little pet wanted to find another owner for her, how would she feel? Would she continue to protect him?

200 years is not too far away, but it is a pity that they are not from the same era after all.

Luna can only meet her shepherd in the dream, since it is in the dream, why bother to give herself so many shackles?

This time she kissed her without reservation, completely open, like a city with its defenses removed.

She let the general enter the city gate majestically.

She believes that he will not order the massacre of the city, but will treat the citizens of the city in a gentle way.

She hoped that he could become the father of her child. She didn't need to worry about the future, but where would she and her child have lunch tomorrow?

100 million quintals of food, what kind of concept is that?
Just for this, she regarded herself as a kind of reward, and awarded it to this hardworking person.

Although it's all an excuse.

(End of this chapter)