Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1336 marry me ([-])
Even in the 21st century, the royal wedding still needs a rehearsal, and the opening ceremony of the canal also needs a rehearsal. Just like Lucien said, Napoleoni likes big scenes, and all the 5 soldiers stationed in Paris may have been dispatched.

The French Times is a conservative newspaper, and Genoud has been the editor of the main royalist newspaper for many years, but he is not an unrepentant and absolute monarchist supporter of the Bourbon royal family.

Godin, who loves to write scripts, published an article in the "French Times". On April 1764, 4, 11 merchant ships loaded with grain anchored from the Chesapeake and sailed to the French port. The British Navy was ordered to intercept them. The French fleet to protect them.After a fierce naval battle, the French Venges, which was being shot and sinking, issued a distress signal, and a British ship arrived and rescued 130 of the 723 sailors.

The survivors, who were not killed or injured, stood on the masts and shouted "Long live the Republic" as the battleship sank. On August 1801, 8, France purchased 29 tans of grain from the Netherlands, and the British Royal Navy also gave way to the blockade, allowing these merchant ships to arrive at French ports full of grain.

Cavalier wars do not harm civilians, and the tighter the anchors are entangled with each other, the less they will fire at each other.

Humanity in war is often the shining point of human nature. The peaceful atmosphere makes the cavalry in beautiful uniforms less aggressive and more like a gorgeous guard of honor. Even the artillery salute doesn't sound so scary.

Regardless of the objections of the MPs, the rehearsal began, and even the gendarmerie and patrol police had uniforms to wear.

Escorting Georgiana was Davout, who led two columns of hussars to clear the way for Georgiana's carriage.

Georgiana was not sitting alone in the carriage, there was also Corallan who was dressed like a bridesmaid, she was looking at the crowd outside the car window, not knowing what she was thinking.

Georgiana looked at the white linen dress on her body. In fact, not only was the purple robe the most beautiful shroud, but flax could also be used as a material for shrouds and bandages.

Only the threat of death can wake her up from this dizzying scene.

"Can't you act like a normal bride?" Coraline said listlessly.

"what?"

"Smile." Coraline said with a smirk. "Citizens want to see a happy and smiling bride."

Her logic stalled.

"The French want to see English women smile?"

"You're not that cold-blooded English woman."

"Why? Because I don't look as pale as a ghost?"

Caroline ignored her and looked out the window again.

Georgiana was nervous to herself.

"If your husband came to fetch you, would you go with him?" asked Coraline.

"No." She said emphatically.

"why?"

"Leon will be very angry," she trembled.

She thought of Attila, now that he was on fire, the wedding was the only thing that kept him happy and restrained, and God knew what he would do if he lost his "decency" in public again.

People in this world are not really alive, nor are they really dead. What she is worried about is that a warm-hearted person will become more and more cold-blooded again because of emotional injuries. Even the tears of a woman will not move him.

He knew this very well. Mr. Jenner changed his original intention because of her tears, and took a carriage with her to participate in the celebration banquet where the French defeated the Portuguese, or the Portuguese supported by the British army.

It's no use begging him, the solution to the problem is more useful to him than begging.

"You will indeed make men lose their minds over you, half-breed Veela." Caroline smiled and said, "Did you know that your Leon is looking for a wizard to fight in his place?"

"what?"

"Our previous lands, castles, and vineyards have all been auctioned off. As long as you win your husband, these things we used to own will be returned to us." Caroline said, "and he also promised to give the family money in the Lachaise Cemetery. Leave a luxurious cemetery."

Georgiana's eyes widened.

"The cemetery is so full that the bones are going to be put in the old quarry, and there are three families who are already planning to fight anyway, including Lestrange." Caroline said. "Privilege still has benefits, right? "

"do not talk!"

"Sure enough, seeing you like this makes me feel better." Caroline breathed a sigh of relief, "If your life is too perfect and happy, I will feel very painful."

"I feel terrible," she said, clutching her chest.

"Someone cursed you?"

"No, it's something else..." She covered her head and said.

Gradually, the carriage pulled into the pier, and it stopped on the red carpet.

The rehearsal doesn't need to be very formal, but there will be some, there are Venetian warships on the Seine River, and the military band plays on board.

There are many white roses and blue and red ribbons arranged on the pier. Generals and dignitaries stand on the podium of the pier, waiting for the "bride" to arrive.

Napoleon was not dressed like a groom at the moment, he was still wearing a chasseur uniform, with a sword tied with a Regency-style pompom around his waist, and he was smiling when he saw Georgiana's carriage arriving safely.

He walked over himself, as if intending to open the car door for Georgiana.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came from behind the carriage.

"For the Republic, kill the tyrant!"

She heard a man shouting, and then she saw a group of cavalry riding towards the dwarf on their horses.

The hussars did not accompany their guns, but they had their sabers, and as the swords were unsheathed, her eyes were full of cold light.

Napoleon rolled on the ground in embarrassment, avoiding a sword that was cut towards his head, but it was precisely because of this that he fell under the trample of the horse's hoof.

General Davout immediately reined in his horse and charged forward, entangled with those assassins.

"Open the door," Georgiana told Coraline, who complied.

Georgiana didn't get out of the car, she was waiting for Napoleon to get out of this chaotic group. The advantage of being short and thin is that he is flexible. When it comes to life and death, he will not pay attention to "decency".

She inexplicably thought of that rainy day, the military academy boy who hid under a tree to hide from the rain, and the captain who drove past him in a two-wheeled carriage, and her innocent fantasy, if she stopped the carriage He asked, how would that boy who is arrogant and lacks self-confidence in front of girls react?
War is bound to bleed, she smelled blood, but she wasn't messed up at all, and she didn't plan to go out to help. Albus's sister just wanted to help, and the more she helped, the more chaotic she became, and she died in the melee.

There is such a "perfect hero" who loves war but hates death, loves love but can control women, loves power but despises willfulness, loves life but dares to die.

Of course there is no such hero.

Her heart was pounding, waiting for him to break out of the battle group, and then give him a hand, but what she didn't expect was that the car door behind her was opened, and Bonaparte jumped into the car with a look of shock , covered in blood and mud.

"Go!" Coraline shouted to the coachman.

"No, don't go!" Georgiana shouted again, and she grabbed his trembling hand, looked him directly in the eyes, and said in a tone almost bewitching, "Leon, I think this is fate, it shows us When it comes to the script, do you want the assassins tied up and taken away, or do you want them taken away with dignity like Charlotte."

He looked at her in horror at first.

Then he lowered his head slowly, seemingly lost in thought.

"I'll follow you wherever you go," said Georgiana.

He stared at her for a while, then held her face and kissed her passionately, and soon he regained his composure and jumped out of the car.

"Don't kill them!" he yelled.

"Yes!"

The infantry on guard around the pier shouted, and the commander separated a team to separate the chaotic cavalry from the dwarf general.

The situation was quickly brought under control, and the rebellious cavalrymen were pulled off their horses and fell to the ground.

"The Republic is a place where the rule of law is emphasized. Do you think you can control your mind with the sword in your hand?"

"You don't remember me?" said one of the assassins to Bonaparte.

"I have a good memory, Guérande." Bonaparte said calmly, "What you are doing now is why so many people recommend you to me, but I don't use you."

The assassin laughed. "You're funny, Bonnie."

"You should actually wait two more days for more drama when the ceremony is officially held."

"I'm not you, messing up a lady's wedding." Guérand spat. "Your presence in this place is an ugliness."

"Take him away," said Bonaparte. "He wears the uniform of a hussar. Be in awe of that uniform, and do not treat him with the same insolence as you would with thieves and robbers."

The soldiers walked away with the living assassins as he said to give dignity to the masterminds, and there were still several dead bodies on the ground.

Davout got off his horse and walked to the side of "His Majesty the Emperor". Napoleon briefly explained a few words, and then stepped into the carriage again.

The moment the car door closed, his whole body was limp, and he sat in an ugly posture, as if he had lost all his strength.

"Can we go?" Coraline asked Georgiana.

"Go," she said, holding Leon in her arms.

"How am I doing?" he said with a smile.

"You're a bad actor," she said with a smile, "but you've done a good job, brave lion."

(End of this chapter)