Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1242 I'll see thee
The manor that Napoleon gave to "Mademoiselle Georgiana" was near the Palace of Versailles. It once belonged to the Marquise de Maintenon, the second wife of Louis XIV.

Just like Mr. Jenner said - "really generous", maybe Hogwarts would be that big without the Forbidden Forest.

Pomona might still be afraid to let Pomona live alone in such a big place, but Napoleon planned to convert it into a medical school, and maybe it will also function as a hospital in the future, so it seems to be okay.

Mr. Jenner has been living here for the past few days. He wants to take stock of the property of "Georgiana". Besides the manor, there is also a very luxurious horse farm, shooting range, hound shed and a fountain that can be used as a swimming pool.

The fountain was almost as big as the man-made lake, and Pomona's mind was a little dizzy just thinking that it belonged to her, compared to which Severus used unicorn horn powder to pave the road, it was small handwriting.

The carriage has to go through a straight road from the entrance to the manor, which is 500 meters long by visual inspection. There are many sculptures in the woods on both sides of the road, all of which are images of ancient Roman soldiers.If Napoleon had brought her to see the manor earlier, she probably would have agreed. Such a generous offer is beyond words of arrogance.

Mr. Jenner was already very tired after a day of continuous impact, and he rested in the car as soon as he got in the car. It was not until Pomona woke him up when he was almost there.

They were escorted by the guards. After the carriage stopped, someone opened the door for her, and then helped her down, as if she was a noble lady like Rose.

After nightfall, the cool wind woke her up from the dizzy head shaken by the carriage. All of this may exist, but it is also illusory. This is just the world in the mirror.

On the other side, Mr. Chenner was helped out of the carriage by two guards. The servants in the manor came out to greet them at this time. She roughly counted about a dozen people. It may be possible to maintain such a large manor. It was a bit strenuous, but she no longer had the strength to study it carefully.

She wants a bed, so she will take a rest immediately, and we will talk about it tomorrow if there is anything to do!

Then she wondered again, is it already dawn in the real world?Then can she go back?

Her room was, of course, the master bedroom, formerly the Queen's Suite, with a large, wide, soft bed beneath luxurious silk draperies and a gift box on top.

Pomona opened the box and found a wooden jewelry box inside, which contained a whole set of diamond jewelry, earrings, bracelets and necklaces, made of emeralds and rubies, which almost dazzled her eyes.

Sometimes you can't blame women for being too materialistic.

Pomona sighed, and put the jewelry box aside, trying to clear her dizzy head. Few women could resist such a "onslaught".

She touched the black swan pendant on her neck, not intending to change it, and then picked up the earrings to try on. The intricate and gorgeous diamond earrings did not match her necklace.

Then she tried the bracelet again, which was still too gorgeous, and eventually she came to the conclusion that it wasn't suitable for everyday wear.

"What's the use of giving me something I can't wear every day." She frowned and whispered, then threw the jewelry box aside.

But she thought about it, directly rejecting the general's kindness might hurt his heart, which was already hurt by love, so she found a page by the desk in the bedroom and planned to write a letter.

Pomona did not write a word until the ink left a dot on the paper.

Does this count as "cheating"?
The snowflake earrings that Severus had given her had black magic on them, and her ears would heat up whenever he was near.

Napoleon liked the rose blush on Josephine's face and asked Pomona to wear it too. They both seemed to like shy women.

She shook her head, put down her pen, and called the maid to come in and help her wash, which in the 20th century could have been done by one person, but because there was no running water, it became necessary.

When the maid came in, she glanced at the jewelry box on the bed, her brows furrowed indistinctly, and then she fetched water for Pomona as if nothing had happened.

This woke her up, not because she was afraid that the maid would steal the jewelry box, but because she mistakenly thought that she was as greedy as the mistresses.

Jewelry is a disaster, how is she going to explain it to the maid?
"Could you get a guard over here?" Pomona said to the maid.

"Yes, miss." The maid said with her head down, put down the hot tub, and left her bedroom.

Now she couldn't even write anymore, but after thinking about it for a long time, she found that she was exhausted and couldn't figure out how to write properly.

Well, she can't write words like stars above her head, but she can recite poems, so she wrote Shakespeare's poems on letter paper:

The queen on the throne wears rings, even the cheapest gems are respected.

The same flaws that appear in you are also worshiped as truth.

If the wolf takes on the face of a sheep, how many sheep will be tempted by the wolf.

If you are willing to use all your strength, how many people who admire you will be abducted by you.

You are mine, and my glory is yours. Good night, my lion.

After writing it, Pomona planned to burn it with a blazing flame.

Her cheek was hot, and she was about to tear it off when the guard who was called came, and he stood there straight, as if waiting for her orders at any time.

"Give this to General Bonaparte." Pomona handed the wooden box containing the jewels to the guard in front of the maid.

"The general ordered us to protect your safety." The guard said in a low voice, but he didn't reach out to take the jewelry box.

"And this." Pomona handed the letter she just wrote to the guard, "You are not allowed to peek!"

The Guards took a look at Pomona's flushed face, and finally took the wooden box away.

After he turned and left, the maid standing outside the door came in and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't Miss accept that gift?"

Not because of you!

But Pomona looked in the mirror and didn't dare to say that her face at the moment was rosy even without blush.

"It's too expensive," she said dryly. "I don't have anything to wear with it."

"Do you want me to help you take off the necklace around your neck?" the maid asked again.

"No need." Pomona stroked the black swan "just let it stay here."

She thought that the night like this was over, but shortly after she went to bed, there was another knock on the door.

Pomona put on her nightgown and went to open the door, only to find that the guard who delivered the letter had returned. He handed a letter to Pomona, gave a military salute and left.

She opened the letter, and there was a very prominent "n" on the letter paper, which was the symbol of Napoleon.

At first, she thought he would write "A Thousand Kiss" or something, but he only wrote one line.

Good night, queen on the throne.

Pomona felt sorry for the soldier who delivered the letter, who ran back and forth from Versailles to the Tuileries in the middle of the night, tired like an owl for what?
"It's time for you to stop dreaming!" Pomona wailed, and then threw herself into the blanket and rolled, and didn't fall asleep until very late.

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"This is where I live." Giovanni led Severus back to his apartment.

All the shutters were closed, so no light could come in. Although it was luxurious, it felt very oppressive, but Severus didn't care about it.

He found an empty room directly, and then closed the door.

Giovanni looked at the closed door and was speechless for a long time.

"What a weirdo." Giovanni muttered, and went back to his study to finish the unfinished architectural design draft.

(End of this chapter)