Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1253

  Pomona did not go to live in the Grand Tria Palace.

  Although everything that should have happened, she still does not plan to live in that place. She now lives in a manor near Versailles, with a group of rural women all day.

  They are very enthusiastic and always keep her from doing work that requires energy. Pomona always remembers the feeling of having a magic wand. If they see the strength to prepare her, they will be shocked.

  She doesn’t know what’s going on. If she wants to compete with Muggles intellectually, then she has to learn Muggle mind control.

  There is a kind of person with a magical temperament that makes people want to subdue and surrender. Napoleon is this kind of person. She didn't know what she was thinking at the time, and instead of running away while the Sweepers were chasing Severus, she stood in the meeting room stupidly, waiting for them to put her fetters on.

  Tobias made rules for Irene not to use magic wands. Napoleon didn’t. Of course she could use magic to resist him.

  I disarmed myself, which is more serious than the actual disarm. Fortunately, she is not the kind of woman who has to be responsible for the other party after sleeping once.

  His curiosity is satisfied, she is actually not much longer than other women, but she is a monster when she grows.

  She is just an ordinary woman. There is no need to be so fascinated by her and still be overwhelmed, which is really an exaggeration.

  She kindly invited him to a picnic, but the ending was changed. It was really chilling. She wanted to talk to him about other topics.

   even includes war.

  If someone besieged Paris like his nephew Napoleon III, how would he protect the city?

  As a result, he ruined everything himself.

  People with such a good temper are so angry that they don't want to care about him, let alone other people, who can't always be healthy and strong. The reason she wrote back that day was because of the weakness expressed in his letter.

  She put down her guard against the people in uniform. If it was not Napoleon’s people who came at that time, but someone else, she would not know where she was kidnapped.

   is his own law. Women need guardians to accompany him, but he does not comply with it. Before, she looked like a very decent person. She thought he was trustworthy, but she was all wrong.

  Twice.

  She keeps this account in her heart, ready to ask for it back at any time.

  Because of her anger, she has a lot more energy to pack and dry the bandage. She wrapped the bandages in a mess, as if strapping it to the Corsican dwarf and mummifying him!

  She was angry, and it was a long time before she heard the sound of horses hoof approaching.

  Now she heard this voice and had post-traumatic sequelae, but she later thought that people in this century rely on carriages to travel, and sooner or later she still has to adapt.

  So she went with the other servants to see who the car brought.

  After the car stopped, a "Bourbon nobleman" walked down. Everything was the same as the old times except that there was no powder on his face. The servants couldn't help whispering.

  Pomona looked at the terrible aristocratic etiquette, he looked like he was carrying an invisible tank.

  After he landed on his feet, he began to look in the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on Pomona.

  He walked up to Pomona swayingly, took off his hat and performed a court ceremony, then put it back on.

   "You must be Miss Georgiaanna." The Bourbon nobleman said in a pretentious manner like Lucius Malfoy.

   "Yes." She answered with her lips curled.

  "I am the citizen La Roche Foucault Leoncourt, the president of the Paris Charity Association. It is an honor to meet you, my distinguished lady, your beauty..."

   "What's the matter with you?" Pomona interrupted him before the other party started a long talk.

   "I am entrusted by the first ruling, and will be your guardian from today." The Bourbon noble took a commission from his jacket pocket and handed it to her.

  She didn't pick it up, and now she felt hatred when she heard everything related to someone, and she went to the warehouse holding the medicine-scented bandage.

  "At the same time, I am also the director of the medicine application." The Bourbon nobleman said behind Pomona, "I heard that you are short of medicinal materials here."

  "Do you still give me free?"

   "Of course... yes." The Bourbon noble paused intentionally.

   Then he seemed to have discovered something novel, and walked to Pomona on tiptoe, reached out and stroked behind her ear, and a white rose appeared in his hand.

  "I think it belongs to you, beautiful and noble lady." The Bourbon noble made her smile with a crappy little magic, and she finally accepted the white rose he gave.

   "This..."

  "Leon Cour." The Bourbon noble introduced himself again. "Do you think I can be your guardian?"

  Pomona didn’t know what to say.

   "I don't want to scare you." She told Leoncourt, "The object I most desperately want to defend against is the first ruling."

  Leoncourt glanced at the villagers behind, then looked at Pomona from a strange angle.

   "How about a walk with me?"

   "No problem, wait a minute, I put things away." She said cheerfully, holding the mess of bandages and throwing them to the warehouse clerk who was dozing off again during work hours.

  She hadn't had time to refurbish the land in the manor, and she didn't plan to turn such a beautiful lawn into a field. Hogwarts Castle has a lot of soft grass on which students can lie down and enjoy the sun.

  It will be very comfortable, so even if it is not practical, she still leaves the grass.

  Even if she didn’t ask for it, someone had taken care of the lawn. There was a smell of grass juice in the air, which was a bit pungent, but not unpleasant.

  "Miss Georgiana, the first ruling let me give you..."

   "I don't need anything." She said boredly, "How many times do I have to say it?"

  Since that day, there have been three waves of "envoys", all of which were to greet her if she was uncomfortable in the manor and she needed something.

   "He wants me to tell you, "I'm sorry"." Leon Cole said, "Please forgive his impulse, and I want to ask you what you need, not for life, but for medicine."

   "What did he tell you?" Pomona stuck in her waist, like an angry teapot.

  "I saw a young man who regretted what he did without thinking. Would you forgive him?"

   "I thought he had other things to do." She said with a sneer.

   "We are currently experiencing a major incident. Several of our granaries have been poisoned." Leoncourt said solemnly, "Don't say anything, it will cause panic."

  Pomona was horrified.

   “Don’t worry, Paris has other food stocks, and the first ruling is negotiating with financiers about the allocation of food and grass. What we need to do now is to ensure that the plague does not spread among the people.”

She had a strange instinct. This was done by Severus. No matter how frenzied the royalists were, they couldn’t do poisoning in the granary, and even if they had such a conscience, they wouldn’t know how to make a granary. All of the food was contaminated to inedible, and the Salem Witch Trial did not know that it was caused by ergot bacteria until 300 years later.

   "You... do you know what poison is thrown in the granary?" Pomona asked.

   "I'm not sure if that counts as poisoning, it just did something that seeds should do." Leoncourt said, "They all sprouted."

  Pomona blinked.

  The “grain” that humans eat is actually the seeds of wheat and rice. If they encounter suitable environments such as water and soil, they will sprout. Therefore, the granary needs to be dry and far away from the ground. In any case, it is impossible for them to sprout suddenly by themselves.

"Someone is doing sabotage. We need a clear head for the first ruling power. Do you understand what I mean? Miss Giorgioanna." Leon Cole looked at her weirdly. "Neither I nor my family can withstand another revolution. The impact of the crisis, we ran away our wealth and do charity just to save our lives, as long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem."

  (End of this chapter)