Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1226

  While Leah helped Pomona make the bed, Napoleon’s French footman, Gundams, brought his camp bed into the bedroom.

He put it next to the super-large bed full of Baroque style. Perhaps the reason why the citizens who entered St. Luke's robbery didn't **** this bed was because it was too big, reminiscent of Louis XIV. Fifteen extravagant lives, maybe several people have been lying on this bed at the same time.

In contrast, Napoleon’s camp bed was very small. Leah glanced at Miss "Georgiana" and said nothing. "Georgina" was the only maid in total. If any news goes out, then She definitely said it.

  Pomona was very satisfied with Napoleon's performance, and even didn't mind going to sleep on the camp bed by herself, giving the big bed to the first French ruling party to sleep.

  At the time of the Triwizard Tournament, Pomona felt that Braybarton’s girls looked a little arrogant, and now she knows that French women are used to men.

  "Does the first ruler sleep when he is marching outside?" Pomona asked Gundams.

   "Yes, Miss Giorgioanna." Gundams replied immediately, "Master always takes it with him, saying that he can sleep on a camp bed if he becomes uncomfortable after changing the bed."

   "You are the only one, are you busy?"

   "The former court chief is still alive, and I'm studying with him." Gundams said, "The first lady learns the court ceremony every day. Apart from these, we are still the same as before."

  From learning to dance to learning etiquette?

   Pomona raised her eyebrows, and did not comment on it.

  It’s easy to set up and lay the camp bed. Gundams got it right quickly. Pomona looked at the thin quilt and inexplicably thought of the heavy snow in Russia. Can such a quilt withstand the severe cold of Siberia?

   These questions should have been considered by Josephine, but she might prefer Napoleon to take care of her. If her husband was not a great man, she would think so much and it was commonplace.

   When they met, the young Napoleon was inferior to her, but she stopped growing, but Napoleon did not. This sense of disparity appeared.

  The average woman can't bear the hard life of marching, but how much colder can Siberia be than Scotland? There is also a long winter there.

  Pomona shook her head, throwing away the ridiculous thoughts in her mind, she was really "in the play".

  After all the preparations before going to bed were done, Napoleon still did not go back to the bedroom. It is estimated that he ran out of office again.

Pomona didn’t bother to care so much, so she took a book and started to read it. This Corsican robber actually did something to the church library. She was holding Latin books, and the papyrus was densely used. In his handwriting, he wrote the story of Saint Louis and the Crown of Thorns.

Yes, it was the crown of thorns worn by Roman soldiers when **** was nailed to the cross. The Latin aristocrats of Constantinople at that time were in desperate need of money, so they sold this most precious holy artifact to the French. Louis IX.

  This book describes in detail the process of the crown of thorns from identifying its authenticity to being transported from Constantinople to Paris. It even wrote about the process of Louis IX wearing a burlap robe to greet the crown. Because of this incident, even the vestment worn by Louis IX was stored in Notre Dame de Paris as a sacred relic. When the Revolution broke out, Notre Dame de Paris was severely damaged as a place for important religious ceremonies and ceremonies of the King of France. In addition to the accidental statue of the Virgin in the inner courtyard of the church, other sculptures were destroyed, and the church bell was also melted.

In Pomona at the Tuileries Palace, I didn’t hear the church bells. The common people are very sensitive to this sound, and they don’t know if the "real" crown of thorns was destroyed in the Revolution, or by the pious one. The monk protected the secret.

This crown of thorns was first obtained during the Crusades. It was obtained by the Baldwin family. It is said that Louis IX spent all the money in the treasury in order to purchase the crown of thorns. It is a treasure for believers, and someone will be ruined like Saint Louis. bought. The French who likes victory, led by Louis IX, lost twice in the Crusades, and the treasury was clean, he is still considered the best French king.

  He was even canonized and became Saint Louis. If Napoleon could bring the crown of thorns back to Notre-Dame de Paris after the defeat of Waterloo, his prestige might not be affected so much.

This still depends on the attitude of the church. Pomona can understand the reason why Pius VII has been delayed. Louis XVIII is now in exile. If Pius VII establishes diplomatic relations with Napoleon, then Louis XVIII will reopen with the support of the domestic kingly party. Ascending to the throne, the situation of the church will be very embarrassing. Will he go to the coronation ceremony of the King of France in the future?

And he must also take into account the attitudes of other European Catholic countries. Wars are always deadly. Some members of the anti-French alliance have formed a deep hatred with France, but Pomona doesn’t know how long Napoleon’s patience can wait. He is already dead, why is he still so impatient?

  He is definitely the strangest ghost she has ever seen. It is actually hot. This may be related to his love of roasting and taking hot baths during his lifetime.

  It is precisely because of this that he does not look like an undead at all.

"What are you looking at?"

  Napoleon stood in the doorway of the bedroom in his nightgown.

  It's not gorgeous, it's similar to ordinary home clothes, and wears the old pair of sanded slippers on the feet.

"The process of King Louis IX transporting the Crown of Thorns from Constantinople to Paris." She closed the book in her hand, propped herself up on the bed with her hand, and sat up half-sit. "I thought there was a thrilling story. , Such as someone robbed or something, the result went smoothly."

  He laughed, walked over to the bed and sat down, and took the book away from her hand.

  "Do you know Latin?"

   "This is the foundation." Pomona said.

   "Can you read it to me?"

   "I have other questions for you."

"What do you want to ask?"

   "I heard that soldiers in your army don't sleep in tents. Only you have it. Is this because of the general's privileges?"

"No, you should say that it is the privilege of writing." Napoleon flipped through the books in his hand. "Tents are harmful to health, and the air is very poor. It is only needed for officers who need to use maps and writing instruments. Bonfires can quickly bring soldiers near where they sleep. The land is toasted dry, and wooden boards or straw can be used to block the wind and snow. Soldiers can put their feet to sleep toward the campfire.

   "What if it rains?"

"There are other rainproof gadgets. They are more effective than tents. We use tents to protect wood and grass roofs. If a camper needs to use a tent, it takes five horses to pull it. Horses are the best use. It is used to transport food. In addition, the enemy’s spies and scouts will use the number of tents to confirm the configuration and number of the army. On the contrary, when the troops are arranged in a two-column or three-column camp, the enemy can only see from a distance. Cooking smoke, they often treat the smoke as fog, and they can't count all campfires, but it is easy to count the tents and draw the tent layout."

   "Oh." Pomona suddenly realized that she originally thought it was the emperor's privilege.

"The commander of the battalion will live in a tent. They are often with the officers who write the clerks. They are also the targets for the night attack. Our infantry phalanx is like this." He took Pomona's palm. , Drew a square in her palm with her fingertips. "This hollow square is something that needs to be protected. We used it during the Pyramid Battle. The baggage, the scholars, and the items found on the way, except for the few people in the front row. In fact, the people in the back did not engage in the battle at all. I transferred the soldiers from the back to the front row, which expanded the actual area of ​​engagement. The only advantage of a large number of people is that they can be courageous. Although we only have six rows of soldiers, we don’t. It is intended that the soldiers wear armor and directly collide with the Mamluks as they did in the Cold Weapons era. The armor actually hinders movement, and wearing light clothes will be more flexible."

  Pomona put her hand back.

  His fingertips were itchy when she stroked her palms, and she felt her heart beating faster.

"There are two powers in the world, the sword and the power of the spirit. In the long run, the sword will always be defeated by the mind." After a period of silence, Napoleon said, "I once told you that I do not reject Flattery. If no one says flattery, no one will respect me. The people will think that I am not as good as a grassroots. Now I want to tell you, only tell you, even if I am willing to listen to the truth, how many people are willing to speak? I actually really want to live a solitary life. Have you ever been to Marie Antoinette’s Trianon Palace?"

  Pomona shook her head.

   "Now my mother lives there. It's a good place to escape from the world. After crossing the canal and the botanical garden is the Grand Trianon. It is a rosestone building. How about going there for a while?"

"I do not understand……"

   "Don't get me wrong, I just want to find some peace. If I move over, it will be weird if you don't go." He gently pinched her fingertips, "Not to mention I have someone else I want to introduce to you."

  Pomona was dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

   "You want to introduce your mother to me?" Pomona exclaimed.

   "No." He smiled and shook his head, "Where do you want to go?"

  The old professor who is almost fifty seems to be calculated by the 30-year-old boy.

  But if he was born in 1769, he would be an old monster in his 200s, and she would still be young.

   "Then who do I want to see?" she said blushing.

  "Your guardian, the law requires you to have one."

  Pomona stared at this arbitrary dictatorship, and could add, delete, and modify the first ruler of the French civil law. She turned her back and got into the bed, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore.

   "He is British just like you." Napoleon leaned into her ear and whispered, "You British people are really impressive sometimes."

  She trembled in fear.

  This soft whisper is more terrifying than a roar.

   "Have a good dream, Georgiana." Napoleon kissed her forehead. "Tell me good night."

   "Good night." She immediately obeyed the order.

   "There is nothing else to say."

   "Good night, Lion King."

  He shook his head.

   "Good night, my lion." She changed her words.

   "Good night, my princess." He whispered, then got up, lowered the curtain, and was suddenly enveloped in darkness.

  It didn't take long for her to hear a creak from outside the "tent", as if he was already lying on the camp bed.

The light penetrating through the gap in the bed curtain illuminated the "tent", and then even the sliver of light disappeared. She knew that the next time she opened her eyes, the sky would be bright. But the eyelids cannot be lifted.

   Soon she was "asleep".

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  Severus, with the help of Polkadot, returned to the real world along the waterhole.

  But his condition is not very good, and his face is whiter than before. He lifted the flying cloak, and there was blood stains underneath that were not dried.

  He pressed the position of the wound with a painful expression on his face, and then began to swear swearing.

   "Snape? Are you back so soon?" Gonsey asked in the crystal ball.

   "How long have I been away?" Severus asked.

   "Uh, less than a minute?" Gong Saiyi looked at his watch and said.

  Severus froze for a moment, took out his pocket watch, and it started turning normally again.

At the same time, he took out another pocket watch, which he found from someone in another world. He had planned to put on that dress, but it was too gorgeous, and he couldn’t stand the ridiculous triangle. Cap, so he still wears his own black clothes.

  But he took the watch away. At this moment, it was spinning like crazy. He put the two watches together and compared them, and the speed of the two watches was obviously different.

  He estimated that the half-minute here is more than four hours there, which is about the same as the time it took him to break into Saint Luke.

  Speaking of the Middle Ages, the most contemptuous law is the right of the first night. Although the real situation is very different from what people understand, the hatred of feudal despotism is common.

   "I want to be an emperor, dream!" Severus roared as if he had found a strange enemy.

  After that, he didn't seem to feel any pain anymore, opened his clothes, and directly poured white moss on the wound.

  A lead bullet fell out of him.

  He simply handled the blood stains on his body, and then took out the confidential information from his jacket pocket. His bloodied fingers touched it, leaving a blood stain, which seemed more authentic.

  He collected the piece of information, found a tube of blood tonic from the deformed lizard skin pocket and took it, and then jumped into another world.

   "I remember, it seems that the British stopped Napoleon." Shang Boliang said to Gong Saiyi in French, "It seems that the one was also British."

   "You think too much, continue to look for the map." Gong Saiyi said, one person and one ghost continued to search through the pile of old papers.

  (End of this chapter)