Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1359 sagae
Napoleon's wedding ring was a gold ring with two precious stones, a pear-shaped diamond and a sapphire, set side by side facing in opposite directions.

They were really small compared to the Regent's diamond on his sword hilt, but she still found them dazzling.

"Do you like it?" he asked with a happy smile.

Now that Georgiana had a sword in her hand, he cut the Regent Diamond into two pieces, one was still inlaid on his sword, and the other was inlaid on the sword he gave her, but her sword was inlaid Pattern of roses.

It was a stupid choice whether to give the girl a sword or a "rose", but she smiled at him anyway.

"You don't like it?" he asked sharply.

What should she say now?
It was time for Napoleoni "pig" again.

"I prefer sapphires," she said dryly. "And I don't like your wedding ring."

He gave a weird smile.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked angrily.

"Hortense agreed, she will be vaccinated with you on Halloween." He said in an almost frivolous tone.

Halloween in 1801 was November 11st, and every Halloween she felt like something was going on.

"Undo my shackles." She put down the gorgeous sword.

"No." He still shook his head.

"Now is not the time to play."

He sat down on the sofa in the suite.

"I asked other people, you are a powerful wizard, they can't block the shell like you can."

"I can stop a six-pounder, but I can't stop a bigger one," she said honestly.

"I will only use such a powerful force at a critical moment. Before that, you have to keep it a secret."

"Excuse!" She immediately accused.

"Whatever you think." He lay down on the recliner and commanded arrogantly, "Come here."

The short-legged cat actually ran over and onto the couch.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized how obedient she was as a pet.

"What do you think of Mrs. Rémicard?" he asked casually, teasing the cat's chin.

After that dinner cooperation, Georgiana admitted that the young woman was really lovely, but she lacked a kind of vitality, felt half-dead, and was not happy.

"Are you still doubting my relationship with her?" He asked with a smile as if he had encountered something interesting.

She was so angry that she picked up a small sculpture on the table and threw him.

"You can draw your sword at me, like Lucien. Then swear that if I threaten the liberty of France, you will pierce me with the sword."

"The liberty of France is none of my business," said the Englishwoman coldly.

"You can say that I'm not allowed to betray you, you can't be Medea, but you can kill Jason." He pointed at his chest, "Kill me with the sword I gave you."

"You think I dare not?"

"Then do you think Lucien will kill me?" He smiled, his eyes narrowed into a line.

She stomped her feet angrily and turned to leave.

"To enjoy a woman is not only to enjoy her body, but also the fun she brings." Napoleoni said behind her, "Even if your husband wants to kill me one day, I will admit it."

She stopped at the door.

"The poems I wrote before are all lies, even the phrase 'I love you to the extreme', but at that time I really couldn't imagine that the white-hot fire could emit more brilliance." Leon said low Singing Shakespeare's poem "I can't say, 'Now I love you to the extreme', when I get rid of doubts and are full of confidence, why do I still feel that the future is unpredictable and only grasps the present?"

She went back to the couch, he made room for a bit, and she huddled next to him and fell asleep on his arm.

"A camp bed is that wide," he said.

"You still want me to accompany you on the expedition?"

"Josephine also accompanied me to Italy."

"Don't try to provoke me." She pointed at his ancient Greek nose.

"Tell me what exactly are you afraid of?" He took her hand with his wedding ring.

But there was only her shadow in his eyes.

"Do you know who I feel most sympathetic to in the September incident?" She whispered taboo words, "It's Princess Rambala, death is not scary, what I'm afraid of is what happened to her before she died."

He was silent.

"That day in the freezer, I heard those women screaming, I was in hell, if I didn't go to church I thought I would definitely not be able to sleep."

"That's why you reacted so violently by the river that day?" He asked suddenly.

"I told you I didn't feel raped, and you shouldn't have any wrong thoughts about me in my nun's clothes."

He grinned in confusion.

"Bad thing!" She tore at his uniform vigorously. "You made me into Josephine. He worked so hard for me, but I got mixed up with the little prodigal son!"

He let her grab at will.

After a while she felt very bored, so she stopped grabbing his clothes.

"Victory can make Josephine happy, and I hope she can be happy." He said softly, "Since you choose the truth, you should face it."

"That won't work." She shook her head firmly. "That would break me to pieces."

"Then tell me what makes you happy." He pleaded.

"I used to think that you came back to France from Egypt to seize power, but now I know that you are rushing back to save the country, and I hope you can stay like that."

"The Egyptian antiquities department asked me to ask you, how do you know the story about Egypt?"

She originally wanted to say that she saw it from the church library, but with the curiosity of those pedants, they would rummage through thousands of tons of books.

"Because I'm a wizard."

"I know some wizards, they are different from you." He closed his eyes, smelling her body like tasting wine.

"I'm a kind of fortune teller." She smiled strangely. "Homer called me a sagae in the book."

He opened his eyes and stared at her.

"It's a word for an old woman with a keen sense." She pointed to her nose. "I'm old enough to be your mother!"

"Tell me some of your flaws so I can feel you're real," he said bitterly.

"You think this is a dream too?" she asked back.

"Do you want to wake up?"

"I don't want to." She whispered, "I'll see Severus when I wake up, and when I see you treating Josephine like this now, I just think he's going to treat me like that."

"What do you want me to do?" he said grimly.

"Make her happy."

"Even if the way I make her happy is to win?"

"I believe that some wars are inevitable. I love peace, but I don't run away from wars."

He has no expression.

"Did I say something stupid?"

"I'm beginning to sympathize with that fellow," said Napoleoni dryly. "If you're a woman who loves jewels, it's easier to deal with."

She thumped him.

"How can I prepare a Christmas present for you like this?"

She laughed out loud, and restrained her smile before the 30-year-old antique got angry, "Do you like surprises?"

"If it's like the birthday present I received last time, forget it."

"I plan to give you a book. You like Corneille, and Corneille likes Cicero, so I found the original Latin text written by him from the church library. I plan to translate it and give it to you."

He stroked her waist and smiled contentedly.

"How about you give me a book I like too?"

"I might run out of time."

"Don't you have so many subordinates?"

"There are some things I want to do myself." He rolled over and pressed her over. This action reminded her of the pharaoh in her dream, Nefertari's husband Ramses II.

She can drive away that hallucination with the Sith bell, but what should she use to drive away this illusion?
"Don't stay here..."

"Why?" he asked forcefully.

She wanted to make excuses.

"You said adultery would happen on any couch that was convenient."

"What adultery would be like ours?"

She still wanted to make excuses.

"If you're really neutral, you should let me do what he did." He asked warningly. "What else do you have to hide?"

She panicked.

"You want to ask me how I know?" He asked as if he had a mind reading ability.

"Every time, as long as it is related to him, you have that expression." He said darkly and angrily, "Why do you still think about someone who doesn't love you at all?"

"He loves me," she cried.

"That's what you think!" He grabbed her shoulder. "You see how far I have gone, can he do it?"

She began to howl.

He didn't move until she stopped crying.

"I am not liked by others, and I am as dry as a piece of paper. Fortunately, you are a person who loves to read." He said softly, "I will not regret meeting you after you ask me. I'm very happy, I need you to swear, don't go with him just because of his words, you let me fight with him, and you go after we divide the winner."

"You are not his opponent."

"You let me think about it." He kissed her. "I'm looking forward to your Christmas present."

Then he got up and left.

Without that warm ghost, the surroundings became colder, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

"Let's go back to the greenhouse next month." He tugged at his rumpled uniform. "I don't want to stay in Paris anymore."

"Okay." She replied meekly.

"In the past few days, treat British friends well, and accompany them around Paris."

After the civil war, Paris is actually very dilapidated, not as good as London, and I don’t know how he has the nerve to let foreigners visit.

But she said yes anyway.

So he left happily, like a general returning in triumph.

Although in fact it is.

(End of this chapter)