Harry Potter Morning Light

In order to better welcome the visitors of the 1867 World Expo, Napoleon III ordered the construction of a huge oval building on the Champ de Mars, and dug an artificial river to meander in the spacious site.

At that time, so many people participated in the World Expo that the hotel almost had to split a bed in half, and in this oval-shaped building, there were strange buildings everywhere.

Napoleon III imitated his uncle in many places, but he and his uncle are not the same kind of people after all. In addition to the nickname Painter, Napoleon III also has the nickname Sphinx. He is very good at hiding his emotions. He almost never lost his temper, even if a servant accidentally got soda water on his neck, he just took the glass to the other side without saying a word or even showing any expression.

No matter how Napoleon III imitates, he is not Napoleon after all; no matter how much he obeys his uncle's teachings and puts France's interests first, his eyes are still not sharp enough to penetrate the future after all the darkness and fog.

"How did you find out?" the female member wearing a Dior white dress asked as she wiped off the water stains on her face, "Is it because I answered questions that shouldn't be answered, and that girl hasn't read the Divine Comedy?"

"No." Severus put away the glass bottle in his hand, "It's perfume, Monica uses Venetian soap, and you use..."

"Overture 1870, they say it's a masculine fragrance, but I like the smell of it." Susan interrupted Severus. "I thought you couldn't tell the difference between the smell of perfume."

"Who are you referring to?" Severus asked.

"All the men who think they're unmanly with perfume," said Susan, smiling.

"What's your purpose?" Severus asked.

"Find out why you are so eager to inquire about Napoleon I." Susan said while taking out a wand from her clutch bag. "What did you mean by that last question?"

"Are you sure?" Severus asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Susan said.

Severus thought for a moment and said, "Tell me, where is my assistant?"

"Is she your lover?" asked Susan.

"She works for me, and I'm responsible for her safety," Severus said. "Is she safe?"

"You don't have to worry about this, I don't have the habit of blackmailing people with hostages." Susan said, "She's in the women's dressing room."

Severus was in no hurry to leave, and after a moment he said "You have eyes like his."

"What do you mean?"

"Are you that kind of girl? In order to get the happiness of the elders, you are willing to do anything? Including some things you don't want to do?"

"No." Susan said sullenly.

"So, you're the black sheep of the family?" Severus asked.

"Our family is a small family, not a big one," said Susan. "Your assumption is wrong, Mr. Smith."

"What's your last name?" Severus asked.

"Herve, my father was a conductor," said Susan.

"I've always wondered, what is the role of a conductor in an orchestra?" Severus asked. "If everyone knows what they're playing, why would he be needed?"

"Although the command of the baton and the marshal's staff are different, their essence is the same." Hervé said, "For the overall harmony and unity."

"I'm not here to wreak havoc in your country," Severus said.

"As a spy, you have failed so much, why are you so eye-catching when you look like this?" Herway asked.

"Napoleon was also the shortest in the crowd, why do people adore him so much?" Severus asked.

"You compare yourself to him?" said Hervé incredulously.

"He's still a Muggle even if he's the Muggle Emperor, have you read the story about the rabbit and the croaking tree stump?" Severus said in a low voice. "He's lucky he wasn't tricked by a charlatan."

"He's a French academician," said Hervé hastily.

"Do you think that the French Academician won't be deceived?" Severus asked. "An illusion performed by a brilliant magician looks like magic..."

"What's the matter with you?" Herway asked.

"Take me to her," Severus said to Susan. "Don't make me rough the lady."

"Unless you tell me who you are?" Herway raised his wand.

"You left me with no choice." Severus said helplessly, a transparent confusion spell suddenly flew towards Susan, but an invisible hood bounced it away, leaving behind a shadow on the palace wall of Versailles. The next shallow pit.

"Armor protection?" Severus looked Susan up and down. "Where did you hide it?"

Herway answered his question with a flash of red light from his wand.

He blocked it effortlessly.

"If you're going to fight me, be serious," Severus said dryly. "Do you know the Dark Arts?"

"We are light," said Hervé, "not like you, dark wizard."

"Your magic of light brings only illusions to the world, just like the epitaph left by the French to Louis Napoleon is written 'He once gave us a beautiful illusion, but it was this illusion that made us lose completely in the end. Totally bottom'."

"You seem to be in a hurry," said Herway.

"It won't take long to deal with you," Severus said.

"I can make a noise, and the French Aurors will come." Hervé said. "Believe me, if they can't arrest you, they can cause trouble for you and take your time."

Severus said no more.

"Do you know Nick Flamel?" Severus asked.

"You mean the refiner of the Philosopher's Stone?" Herway asked.

"He left a prophecy that France will fall into riots soon." Severus said with a smile, "Your acting skills are not good enough. You don't pretend to hate soldiers, right?"

"What does it matter?"

"During the French Revolution and the Portuguese Moon riots, the army did not come forward to suppress the riots. Force is the last resort to suppress the riots. Think about it, what would happen if the army did not mobilize or stand by in this citizen riot like the French Revolution? ?" Severus asked. "That's going to be another revolution."

"You scare me." Herve said sternly.

"Although Pierre's words are not pleasant, they are correct. People are really more likely to forgive others' mistakes than others' rightness." Severus sneered, "Although Napoleon is not an upright person, he is still a A strong man, a sheep led by a lion can defeat a lion led by a sheep."

"You finally admitted..."

"I hate lions." Severus interrupted Herway again.

Herway looked at him inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm here to investigate this," Severus said, "What caused this mess, please get out of my way, you think a pure-blood would care about a female Muggle Live or die?"

Herway wavered.

"You can go to the Rabbit Tavern," Severus said. "We can go there and talk about it."

"I don't believe you," said Hervé.

"Then what do you want?"

"you swear……"

"No!" Severus yelled. "Why do women like being sworn so much?"

"Then I can't let you go!" Herway raised his wand again, aiming at the "British Spy".

Severus gritted his teeth angrily, and he was about to make a move when a woman's voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Are you there, Snape?" said Mrs. Pince.

"Snape? Severus Snape? You're dead already?" Herway said in surprise.

"I thought your relative was dead, too," Severus said. "You see I'm not alive right now."

"What?"

"If a man drinks Polyjuice before he dies, he will remain that way as long as the man is alive," Severus said. , but his body is intact, don't you think there is a problem?"

"It's nonsense," said Herway.

"I hope so too." Severus said, "What kind of person do you think your relative is, the person who disrupts the world order, or the person who brings order? Is it the spokesperson of the god or the devil? The queen."