Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1232 "Self-fiction"

  The sound of wheels turning came from outside the palace.

  Pomona looked up from a book about the Renaissance, and unknowingly the sky had begun to darken.

  She looked out from the window. Napoleon was wearing a bright red first ruling uniform sitting on a four-wheeled carriage. Guards cleared the way in front and Mamluk cavalry guards behind him, as if he had just participated in some kind of inspection ceremony.

  After the carriage stopped, a guard opened the door for him, and he walked down vigorously and swiftly, which made the girls in the room who had been concentrating on writing excitedly talk.

   Being young is a kind of capital in itself. Napoleon is not tall, but he still has a figure, especially his thin waist...

Pomona patted her forehead, took a picture of her strange thoughts just now, and walked back from the window to the sofa where she used to read. Leaning on the back of the chair, she put her legs on the low stool in front of the sofa~www. NovelMTL.com~Be sure to use a comfortable posture so that you can see in. She won't force the girls to sit upright to read. Anyway, even if they are nearsighted, they have glasses to wear.

  If people who don’t know the details are easily confused by him, then the young first ruling will definitely have ungirl admirers, but Pomona remembers Dubois’ eyes, and it’s definitely not ordinary people who can control such terrifying hyenas.

  Napoleon’s later wife Louisa once said that Napoleon was the dregs of hell. He did have blood on his hands during the battle, and it was not just a soldier’s.

  His supplies rely on war to support war, which is a nightmare for the people in the occupied areas.

  The Palodo where they went before, there are many civilians hiding in the mountains who escaped military disasters. Those generals do not care about ordinary people in order to achieve their military goals.

  Pomona suddenly understood that Josephine wanted to be an ordinary husband and wife. The blood debt of soldiers was too much, and ordinary people could not bear it.

  Some people are only suitable for viewing from a distance, it is difficult to really live together.

  She thought blankly, without reading a page of the book in her hand. At this time, the crisp sound of riding boots had been heard. She raised her head and found that Napoleon was standing in front of her with a straight military posture.

  "How do I look?" He said frivolously, like a young man who had come home in a uniform for the first time.

   "You look handsome." She praised, "Did you go to the review?"

  He walked to Pomona's side, sat down next to her, and the others left immediately.

   "I came back from Fontainebleau. I plan to turn that palace into a military academy." He looked at the tables and chairs in the gallery. "It seems that you use this as a classroom."

  "I want to return a part of the church book. I let the children copy it first, and leave the original version to them. We just leave the copy."

   "What if I don't pay it back?"

"Then I have to find something to do for the children. I think there are harp and piano in the music room next door. Can you find two people who can play?" Pomona looked at the book and said, "I think heaven. It should be like a library."

   "I saw a lot of boxes in the malachite room just now, where did they come from?"

   "Your man, from Dubois." Pomona said weakly.

  "What makes you sad?" Napoleon asked like a sweet lover.

  Pomona put down the book and stared at Napoleon, "I'm afraid of that person."

  Napoleon stared into her eyes, as if listening intently.

   "If I don't accept the gift from him, I'm afraid he will hold a grudge against me. I don't want to fall into the hands of someone like him."

  "You don't like the gift he gave?" Napoleon asked.

   "I like it." And she wanted to show it to you, she said in her heart that she would take this idea into the grave.

  "Don't you believe that I can protect you?" he asked again.

  "Can you take my fetters off?" she pleaded, "As long as the magic power is restored, I can not only protect myself, but also protect the girls."

  He did not immediately agree.

  "Since you like those gifts, why don't you wear them?" Napoleon said.

  "If I wear them, will you untie my fetters?"

   "I will think about it."

  Pomona immediately got up and changed her clothes.

  People always make excuses for themselves when they do bad things. Just like Hathor asked Pomona to put her residence in Napoleon’s dream, Pomona thought of many excuses beforehand.

  There are so many soldiers who died of thirst in the Egyptian desert, but even a girl from Baolin insisted on finishing the walk. Why can't they walk through as men?

  Look, there are so many good excuses. Pomona, who was originally guilty of guilt, changed into that white Egyptian dress very happily. She even turned around in front of the mirror twice with a good feeling about herself.

   "Your necklace does not match that dress." Napoleon said at the door, startling her.

  How long has he been standing there?

   "It looks nondescript, how about picking it off?"

  Pomona looked at the black swan necklace on her neck.

   "Tomorrow I want to take a day off, how about we go shopping on the street?"

  Napoleon walked into her bedroom. As the master, he had a bedroom of his own with a pale yellow background, and her room was purple.

  "Do you want to take off your feet?"

"miss you!"

  He lay down directly on her bed, patted the position next to him, and the soft mattress bounced, "Talk to me for a while."

   "We can go outside and talk." She whispered.

   "Yes." He readily agreed, "You will also say another day about taking off your ankles."

  Now she had nothing to say, and slowly lay down beside him.

   "Have you been to Italy?" he asked.

   "Have been there."

  "Which cities?"

   "Venice, Padua, Turin."

   "Which is your favorite?"

  She ruled out Turin first, and then struggled between Venice and Padua.

   "There are 18 million people in Italy, but there are only two talents." He stared at her thigh and said, looking very gloomy. "It's all rubbish."

   "What happened to you?" Pomona asked.

  He quickly adjusted his expression and smiled and asked, "Since you said you were a teacher before, do you know Dandolo and Myers?"

   "I know the Governor of Venice's surname is Dandolo, and Myers needs a hint."

  He smiled with interest.

   "How do you know Dandolo?"

  "I usually go to their library when I go to a place." Pomona thought for a while and asked, "I ask you a question, you can not answer it, but please don't be angry."

"go ahead."

   "Did you attack Venice because of your military expenses and want to find the whereabouts of the Knights Templar?"

   "What?" The smile on his face was exaggerated, as if he had listened to a fairy tale.

   "Don't care." Pomona shut up herself in shame.

  "Why do you have this idea?" He asked interestedly.

   "It's just imagination." Pomona shook her head, without realizing that he was getting closer.

   "I do lack military expenses, but I am not going to look for those Templars who have disappeared for many years. I am looking for the living." He said in a murderous tone, "Unfortunately, Venice is no longer the former power."

  Even France has become weak after hundreds of years, but Pomona dare not say.

  "Would you like to eat dinner first?" She said calmly, now his eyes were reflecting a terrible light in the dark.

  There was only silence for the next few minutes, except for the rustle of cloth rubbing.

  The feeling of kissing a dead person is a little weird, but within a tolerable range, she doesn't feel very disgusting.

  "Tell me, what do you think of Enrico Dandolo?" He stroked her lips.

  "Are you French or Italian?" she whispered.

   "To be honest, I won't be angry."

  "He is a profiteer who fooled a group of fools." Pomona said, "My husband said that the Duke of Champagne could not be threatened by him and directly diverted to attack Venice instead of robbing Constantinople."

  Napoleon laughed, "There is no contract spirit to do this."

  "I think this reputation is better than the seller’s Judas. In order to make Venice independent, unlike Portugal, which was controlled by Spain, he was controlled by Constantinople. He would dare to think of any evil ideas. He was a crazy adventure at the time."

   "I prefer to say that this is a gambling. Unfortunately, the Duke of Champagne is bound by the rules and can't think of the idea you just said." He nodded the tip of her nose with his index finger. "I am beginning to understand what kind of person your husband is."

   "Don't you think this idea is whimsical? Where is Venice so good?"

  "It’s very easy to play for me. What can I do if I change it to you?"

   "Floating bridge."

"You can try other methods, such as connecting the floating cannons with iron chains, so that you can fire on the water without a warship." He squeezed her leg hard, just like Hades hijacked Perse. Fene.

  "Can my chain be unlocked?"

   "You should hope now, don't untie the chains on my body now." He closed his eyes and gasped heavily in her ears.

  She did not dare to speak, and it took a while before his breathing became calm.

  It doesn’t look like a dead person anymore.

  "After you have released the shackles on your feet, what are you going to do with me?"

   "If I didn't do anything to offend you, you won't hurt me with your Mamluk sword." She whispered, "If you don't do things that offend me, I won't hurt you with my wand."

   "Then are you angry now?"

   "Not now, I will be angry if you don't let go."

  He did not let go.

   "Call my name, princess." He rubbed his head against her neck like a big cat.

  She did not call.

   "My husband will know."

   "If he can protect you, why do you need the power to protect yourself." Napoleon said, "It's strange, I didn't think like this the first time I saw you."

   "Me too." She said. She saw a short, vigorous man, a little arrogant, but never thought of lying with him.

  They are two hundred years away. Where else can they meet other than in a dream?

  So she didn't betray Severus, she just dreamed that the hero was not his.

   "You should get up." She reminded.

   "Lie down for a while." He begged, "I can only see you in my dreams."

  She stopped talking, waiting for the passage of time.

"I have a passion, a mistress. I slept with her. She never offended me and gave me blood and treasures generously." Napoleon said after a moment. "Her name is France, and I am French. After I die, I also hope to be buried among the French."

  "My feet..."

"I'll talk about it tomorrow." He calmly interrupted her, sat up and turned his back to her. "Someone told me that you are a British spy and I should send you to the execution ground instead of staying by my side. Are you a spy? ?Georgina?"

  "Do you think Mr. Jenner is?"

   "It doesn't matter whether you are or not." Napoleon sighed and said, "Wear the one you are wearing when you are in the palace."

   "Yes, General." Pomona said indifferently, she was just a prisoner with a change of clothes.

   Then he stood up, tidied his uniform, and left her bedroom.

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   "That's a trap!" John said to Severus, clutching his bloodied arm.

  Severus smoked a cigarette and ignored him.

   "Thank you for saving us." John said gratefully, his headache kept sweating.

  He threw a bottle of white moss in front of John.

  "Special medicine." Severus said, "It's better to let them do it by themselves rather than we do it. Do you want to listen to my plan?"

  John looked at Severus.

   "Do you have new information?"

   "Bonaparte is about to start a war again, and we will stop him with the army sent out." Severus said.

"how can that be?"

"Blow up the bridge so that they have to go around for several days. As long as Napoleon Bonaparte’s army has no military exploits, his brother Lucien will return home." Severus smiled and said, "We will have it then. A good show can be seen."

  (End of this chapter)