Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1225 The Housewives of Paris ([-])

Severus stiffened the flying cloak with phantom slabs, and when the bullet hit it it was like hitting a stone wall.

"what!"

Three soldiers were hit by ricochet bullets, but no one checked them out right away.

After a round of salvo, five soldiers in the first row rushed up with bayonet guns, and people in the second and third rows began to reload bullets. At this time, two people dragged the wounded to a safe place. place.

These people were not at all panicked and surprised when they saw Severus's magical power, and they methodically followed the formation they usually trained to attack Severus from all directions.

If it is in the wild, where there is a strategic depth, it is possible to set up a formation, but there is no way to do so in a small room.The gunfire sounded from this side, and the sound of leather boots and horseshoes came from outside the house, which seemed to indicate that more people would surround the house, as if all of this was a well-arranged trap.

Severus stepped back against the wall so that at least one side of him wouldn't have to worry about facing the enemy.

He held up his wand, making the fire in the house even more intense, and the hot flames made the soldiers who tried to get closer retreat back, while the soldiers in the second row had already loaded their gunpowder.

They didn't rush to fire, and someone even pointed their guns at the window, which was the only exit other than the door, and if Severus dared to approach, they would immediately beat him into a sieve.

Severus cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and disappeared in place, followed by the ground beneath the soldiers' feet at the door beginning to cave in like quicksand, and they backed away at this point, but that didn't mean they had retreated .

Before they left, they threw three grenades into it. Although they were made of black powder, if they exploded in such a confined space, they could stun people even if they were not fatal.

With a loud "coax", the grenade exploded, and the dust caused by the explosion rushed out of the room. If it was an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.

However, when the smoke cleared a little and the soldiers at the door looked in again, there was no one in the intelligence room, and a big hole was blown into the glass of the window by the explosion shock wave.

"Did you see it just now? He actually blocked the bullet with his cloak." One soldier said to another.

"He can also control fire, God." The soldier who was asked made a cross on his chest.

"Shall we go in, Corporal?"

The soldier who gave the order to fire did not speak.

"Wake up that American right away, he has work to do." The corporal said to a soldier, "You five continue to stay here, and the others follow me!"

After speaking, he raised his musket and took the lead in running wildly in St. Luke's Palace.

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"There he is!" said the guards who came on horseback, pointing to a cloud of black mist flying out of the window, while others took up their muskets and shot into the sky.

Not only because of the range, but also because of other reasons, the cloud of black mist was not shot down, and he flew over the rooms of St. Luke's Palace with great fanfare.

According to the habit, if an assassin appeared, the guards would definitely protect the first ruler immediately, but these soldiers didn't do that.

Outsiders were flying around in St. Luke's Palace like headless chickens. He probably didn't know where the First Consul was. They ran to protect Napoleon but exposed their targets.

The sleeping barracks woke up, and some soldiers who had just taken off their clothes and were about to go to bed ran out in a panic. Emergency gatherings were already commonplace for them. They quickly formed a column and a horizontal team, and used the palace garden as a military training field.

These soldiers on the ground do not pose a threat to Severus at present, but the sentry on the roof and hidden. They are equipped with two or three muskets, and if they miss a shot, they will immediately change to another one. Once he is hit, It will fall to the ground and be captured by the whole team of soldiers.

Sometimes people know what to do even when there is no leader.

Faced with this situation, ordinary assassins or thieves would have gotten away long ago and looked for other opportunities, but Severus still took risks and continued to look around.

For men, there will always be some battlefields that cannot be retreated, but they will also be timid, hesitant, and hesitant. At this time, women need to push them to face them bravely, even if they are not for purple. It doesn't matter if you fight in robes.

If the husband dies in battle, the woman will raise the son. She will tell him the reason why she lost her father, and then let him choose whether to avenge his father or forgive the enemy.

No matter which way it is, it is actually difficult, but isn't it difficult for a widow with a child alone?What's more, Josephine brought two.

A man with a compassionate heart will see her difficulties, but the French don't help others for free, they will ask for some benefits, there is no free lunch in this world.

Besides a beautiful body, what else could Josephine compensate for?
Even if she doesn't want to do that, it's impossible to earn money through labor. Those revolutionaries are not so decent, embezzling state assets, squandering and keeping mistresses. They will not let a beautiful woman work in a factory Hard work.

They will "rescue" her, dress her in beautiful clothes, and let her live in a luxurious house. If she refuses to agree, she will encounter all kinds of troubles.

Beauty is a sin. It is not for self-indulgence in the mirror in peacetime. During wartime, women will paint their faces to make themselves look disheartened, but if they are so beautiful, they can't be blocked What to do with that beauty?

In such a big era, everyone has all kinds of involuntary things.

It takes courage to fight against the times, and it also takes courage to go with the times and give up something in order to survive.

A hero who saves the United States does not necessarily have to be full of bullets and bullets. It may also mean taking a widow with a child to the city hall to get married regardless of other people's eyes.

Since then, she has relied on, but she has not become his pillar.

In addition to the fear of survival, love can also stimulate a person's potential to do things that he would never dream of.

There is also a kind of romance that is different from candlelight dinners on the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

The guards were still romantic French after all, and they noticed that the flying monster had been reluctant to leave for a long time.

He is not for information, nor for wealth, other than these, the only thing left in the palace is to find someone.

Many people know that the first ruler took in a new mistress. Of course, the "monster" may also seek revenge, but this is France, and their first thought was to have a romantic affair.

I don't know why they were so happy, as if the first ruler was provoked and life safety was threatened, it was something worth cheering, and they yelled and booed one by one, almost leading the way for the intruder.

The French are not as rigorous as the Germans, and they can't get out of a neat formation when they are idle, but their imagination and creativity are super strong. In such a short period of time, these soldiers made up different versions of a story, a It's even more exciting than an opera.

They yelled at Severus in French that he didn't understand, which caused bursts of laughter from time to time, and even if they couldn't understand, they could guess that what these veterans said was probably not good.

A good night's raid turned into a free show for the Legion, and after searching for a while, Severus stopped flying around aimlessly.

He landed on an empty rooftop, cast his wand on himself, and cast an amplifying spell.

"Activator, where are you?"

The sound was very loud, almost like shouting with a tweeter more than 200 years later, which shocked many soldiers, because the technology at that time had not yet reached that level.

No one answered him, as if she wasn't there.

Severus was about to shout again when a tall, lanky figure appeared from the roof like a phantom.

In his cheap cotton coat, with his unwaxed boots, and without jewelry or lace, he looked very austere, almost like a workman.

"You should go," said the tall, lanky man in English with an American accent.

"Are you kindly reminding me?" Severus asked.

"I want to catch you myself. If you get caught here, someone will take credit for me." The tall thin man said with a sneer. "Napoleon prefers the French."

"How do you know you can catch me?" Severus said slowly.

"I caught your wife. She has lost her magic power and is no different from an ordinary woman. I think Napoleon should be enjoying her now."

Severus' eyes widened and his breathing became short of breath.

"He's a dead man." Severus suppressed his anger. "All of you are already dead!"

"It seems that you still don't understand what this world is, and the living dead didn't tell you?" the tall and thin man asked.

"It was Napoleon's dream. I should have known it was a stupid idea to borrow troops from the French." Severus said regretfully.

"Dreams will affect reality, and reality will also affect dreams. Let me tell you one thing. In this world, you'd better not apparate, otherwise you will disappear directly and won't show up again." The tall and thin man gestured to Severer Si looked behind him, "They are here, you should go."

"I can ruin this place."

"Use your brains, wizard, is your wife's body here?" said the tall thin man. "Her body is still completely yours."

"what?"

"You can understand that she has betrayed you mentally."

"You seem to know a lot," Severus said.

"I just like the feeling of being able to hunt down you wizards at will. Don't let the fun end so early?" the thin and tall man begged, "Please go away."

Severus glanced at the soldiers who had climbed to the top of the building, their eyes were full of greed and fierceness.

"What's your name?"

"Alvin Salem, what about you?" asked the tall, thin man.

Severus ignored him, turning into black smoke and rising into the sky, shooting straight into the sky like a black arrow.

"What an impolite guy." Alvin Salem said with disgust.

"Why don't you stop him!" The officer who ran at the front, a captain, asked Ivan angrily.

"You activated the magic circle, and I can't use magic power." Ivan said leisurely, "The reason why he can fly should be some kind of alchemy item... Forget it, you don't understand at all."

After Ivan finished speaking, he ignored the captain, whistled and left.

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"Activator, where are you?"

The sound from outside shocked Pomona. She looked out the window, but she really didn't expect him to appear here.

"Vitalizer? Is that your nickname?" Napoleon asked lying in the bathtub.

"He's coming to see me!" she said excitedly.

"What a disgusting name." Napoleon slowly opened his eyes. "Shouldn't you go back to your bedroom, Georgiana?"

"You are a good man." Pomona said, "Do you know what is the most important thing for you to put down the Cairo rebellion? It's not because of how good your command is, or because you threatened with cannons, but because you have local people to guide you, and you let They're living a better life than they were before, and they're very supportive of you."

"You are wrong." Napoleon said, "they are afraid of the consequences of offending me because they fear me. I am Caesar and Hannibal. I make them afraid. The rebels are not afraid of Kleber. My sister is a widow. These are heartless women, and she doesn't feel sad at all."

"Do you know that there are many people who love you," Pomona said sadly.

"I only know that many people want me to die." Napoleon said coldly, "Assassinating me is not a crime, but a public good deed."

The water in the bathtub began to turn black, and Pomona seemed to be witnessing the fall of a good man.

She can just watch him a little bit like in history, become Augustus, Roman emperor, dictator, divorce Josephine for the issue of children, marry a man who doesn't love him at all, and just treats himself as a political An Austrian princess who is the instrument of marriage.

Where is the glory of this kind of marriage?
"Caesar, Octavian is not your own son, why do you make him the first heir in your will?" Pomona said in an opera tone.

"Aren't you against Rome?" asked Napoleon.

"You don't ask me, who am I?" Pomona asked.

"Who are you?" Napoleon asked with a smile.

"I am Medea, a princess who can cast spells. If you intend to dismiss me as an ordinary woman like Jason, I will avenge you. I will kill your new love, and you Precious heirs, chop them into pieces like Osiris, so that you can't bring them back to life." Pomona said sternly, "Would you rather have one more friend, or one more enemy who keeps calculating you so that you can't peaceful?"

"Why do you do this?"

"I just don't know how to face him in the future?" Pomona cried. "If he becomes like you, what should I do?"

Napoleon didn't answer her, and there was only her crying in the bathroom.

"It's just a dream, why do you have so many constraints in your dream?" He said after a while.

"This is what it feels like to be a woman." Pomona sobbed. "It's obvious that you are too busy with work to spend time with her, and everyone is condemning her."

"You ought to have heard what she said about you," said Napoleon. "Your kindness sometimes goes unrewarded."

"A saint said that we think poverty is hunger, nakedness, and lack of housing, but the greatest poverty is being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for. The world's hunger for love and approval exceeds hunger for food Thirsty, you've just been hungry for too long."

"What's the name of that saint?"

"I can't tell you that she is the future for you."

"she?"

"I can give you a nickname." Pomona changed the subject. "I call my husband Prince, and I can call you Lion. You are my lion, not the lion in the wilderness."

"Call me once to listen."

She was a little speechless.

"My lion," she whispered, feeling particularly uncomfortable.

The little devil laughed, and the black water in the bathtub became clear again, and she turned her eyes before seeing something she shouldn't have seen.

"Sometimes I really don't understand what you scholars are thinking. You obviously admire Greek civilization, but you don't dare to be naked." Napoleon said contemptuously, "You are really a hypocrite who says one thing and does another."

That's right, Greece advocates nudity to avoid the imagination generated by clothing, thereby reducing the generation of love, but do you dare?You dare?Do you dare to not wear the next piece of clothing in public?
"I'll call your manservant." She made an excuse to run away.

"Go ahead," he said dryly. "It's a terrible idea to rub your back."

So she ran away like oil on the soles of her feet.

(End of this chapter)