Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1243 Wealthy Life

Generally speaking, the first thing that comes to mind when talking about cloth is clothing. Pomona remembers the last time Napoleon mentioned gebu. The cloth is very cheap. If it is worn like Saint-Louis to meet the crown of thorns, it’s nothing. It’s not a daily wear. It fits.

  But if it is used as a medical bandage, it is a very suitable material, provided that its water absorption problem is solved.

Mr. Jenner claimed to be unwell due to the cold wind on the day of the reception, and did not leave his room much for the next week. Pomona felt that she still had to do the preparations for the medical school. The first thing she thought of was to solve the bandage. problem.

  The bandage produced by the school-run factory can not only save money, but also create a surplus. Most of the servants who remain in the manor are newly recruited. Most of the servants of the former dynasty have followed their masters in exile or disappeared without a trace.

  This shows how much effort Napoleon exerted to find the former palace master.

  These nearby farmers will not salute or say flattery, but they can weave cloth, which was an essential craft for working class women in France before the Industrial Revolution. What's more, Saint Quentin is not far from Versailles, where it used to be an important production base for fine fabrics. Two of these maids were from textile workers.

They changed the former hunting dog canopy into a weaving room, and worked with 9 weaving machines. The water absorption capacity of fine gebu was good, but it was still a bit worse than what she expected. At this time, the female workers would discuss what plants to add. The fiber goes in.

  If only the magic bandage can be used.

However, this idea disappeared without a trace in her mind. Doing so will expose the magical world, and the participation of wizards in Muggle wars will bring curses. Even if she wants to use it, she can only use Muggle methods. .

  With bandages, they need to be disinfected. Nowadays, doctors usually use sage smoke to disinfect the wards, while Pomona intends to soak the bandages with herbs.

  The fountain is useful, and it can be changed into several medicine pools in the future, which again requires masons. It's a pity that the beautiful and luxurious stables have been demolished. She plans to use them as the school's chapel in the future, which can be used for gatherings. In addition, there are student dormitories, anatomy rooms, and classrooms. It is so busy that a week is over soon.

  Sometimes she thinks, how much time has passed outside? Is it a day or a year?

  But soon her thoughts will be interrupted by others.

  It wasn't until the luxurious carriage that took her to the dance stopped at the entrance of the manor that she remembered that there was something else.

  "Miss Georgianna, Miss Georgiananna!" Aunt Ola, the chef and cleaning lady, waved at her a long distance away and yelled, "Let's see who is coming!"

  Pomona felt a strong stomachache, and she wanted to return to the weaving room to continue working.

  The rural women in France are very enthusiastic. They pushed her to the manor. It is estimated that they were so energetically pushing Marie Antoinette to the guillotine.

   Then she was in the luxurious hall and saw Napoleon in the uniform of a colonel.

  She has a very strong sense of unreality. She feels that she is having a fantasy dream. How did she think of having an extramarital affair with Napoleon? It's normal for her to even think of having romantic affairs with any movie star.

  If she does not use magic, she is definitely not the opponent of a group of rural women who have been working in the farm for a long time. No matter how she resists, she is still pushed in front of Napoleon.

  The women snickered and left, closing the door of the manor before leaving, so there were only two of them in the hall.

  She stood at a loss for a while, feeling that she was about to solidify into a sculpture, and then one hand picked up the cotton sticking to her hair.

   "How about the test site?" he asked.

   "Continue." Pomona said, "If it's not a bandage for hemostasis, just a bandage for fixation is fine. Gebu has good air permeability."

   "Do you take your wealth wherever you go?"

   "I still hope that there will be no more wars. You have won this Portuguese war." Pomona said helplessly. The newspapers have been talking about this these days.

  "It's not ‘you’, it’s ‘us’." He corrected, "Lucien has returned home. Today is his welcome party. Go freshen up."

   "Where is Josephine?"

   "She's in another carriage." He said calmly.

  She didn't ask why the two of them didn't ride in a carriage. The last time they were assassinated on Christmas, they didn't ride a carriage to the opera together.

  She was thinking about the problem of having to ride a carriage with him in a while. This person will become very abnormal in the carriage. She must be protected by Mr. Jenner.

   "I'll call Mr. Jenner."

   "He won't go." Napoleon said, "If the banner in a man's heart is so easy to change, he won't be respected by me."

  Pomona was stunned on the spot.

  How much can a woman’s patriotism have? Just look at her now.

  Perhaps in the eyes of other British people, she has become a traitor.

  He stroked the black swan pendant around her neck, stared at it and said softly, "Are you still reluctant to take it off?"

"Do not."

  He loosened the necklace that he would take off with a slight pull.

   "Go and dress up." He said politely, but Pomona knew that if he didn't want to, he would treat her as a trophy in the carriage later.

  She hesitated, and went upstairs up the stairs, hoping that time would pass more slowly.

  Napoleon did not follow her upstairs. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a lion about to attack the gazelle.

  Pomona finally walked to Mr. Jenner’s room.

  He is her only support at the moment.

  "Open the door, Mr. Jenner, please open the door." Pomona patted the door and shouted, "I need your help, please help me."

   "You can say you are unwell." Mr. Jenner said in the room, "or just tell him that you don't want to go."

  Pomona's mind was blank.

"I'm not blind, Georgian, you don't actually want to reject him that much, do you?" Mr. Jenner said in a hoarse voice, "You have been very busy these days, but have you ever thought about these things you made? They are all for our enemies. Every time they cure a soldier, we have one more enemy. We have no advantage over France in terms of numbers."

  "But they are also human lives, Mr. Jenner, when you promote cowpox in other countries, have you ever thought that people from those countries will one day become enemies of Britain?"

   "I know." Mr. Jenner coughed twice in pain. "But I can't let the technology that can benefit all mankind be lost because of our own country."

  Pomona didn’t know what to say again.

  "You are a good boy, but it is not enough for us to have a good time. In this kind of problem, each of us has our own choice. I chose mine, and now it's your turn."

  Pomona covered her face and cried.

  She cried so sad that she didn’t know why she was crying.

  It seems that what she is about to attend is not a dance, but a funeral.

  She should be wearing a black mourning suit, rather than dressing herself up as jeweled and brilliant.

   To make matters worse, she found that she could not say “no” so firmly.

  Don’t know how long she had been crying, Mr. Jenner opened the door, his hair was tousled, and it looked like he hadn’t closed his eyes all night.

  She immediately hugged the old man and cried loudly in his arms, even though she knew he was not a real living person or a ghost.

   "I'll be back to England after this dance." Mr. Jenner said, "You can do it yourself in the future, Georgiana."

  History seems to be advancing according to its line. Is it possible for the Amiens peace talks to take effect after the war between the two countries?

  British people will not be convinced so easily.

  It’s no wonder that the day when she talked about Anglo-French peace talks at the Louvre, the wife of the Russian ambassador was so shocked.

  After a while, Pomona wiped away her tears, bowed her knees to Mr. Jenner, and then returned to her room.

  When the door light came up, she looked at the neatly cleaned and silk-covered big bed, thinking it was like a beautiful trap, and captured all the people lying on it.

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   "I think this is what you might be looking for." Giovanni spread a blueprint on the dining table.

   "What is this?" Severus in the black vest looked at the drawing and asked.

   "The city of beggars, in order to solve the problem of too many beggars in Paris, the police department planned a new city specifically to house beggars." Giovanni said.

   "He would be so good to beggars?" Severus asked.

"Many of those beggars are veterans. At the last gathering, I heard that there were almost 100,000 beggars in the city." Giovanni said. "They can't live with ordinary citizens, and the people are afraid of the soldiers, so Bonaparte I plan to build another city on the outskirts of Paris."

  Severus stared at the blueprint.

   "This is a big deal." Giovanni sighed and said, "The French are really rich."

   "What can I do if I have money?" Severus said contemptuously, "Isn't it just spending splurge."

   "I haven't asked you, what on earth have you had with Bonaparte..."

   "Because he is French, I am English." Severus yelled angrily, "Damn the English-French tunnel, what idiot thinks of fixing it!"

  Giovanni looked at him blankly.

   Snape grinned coldly, returned to his room, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

  The strength was so great that it splashed all the ashes on the door of the room.

   Giovanni sighed and focused his attention on the blueprint of the city of beggars. Then he seemed to be caught in some kind of fantasy and began to write and draw on the map.

  (End of this chapter)