Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1373 "Bitter Fruit"

Napoleoni once said that water can quickly restore the passion he lost due to fatigue.

This refers to the bath, in which he sometimes falls asleep and wakes up refreshed.

Although Paris is close to the Seine River, the people of Paris are facing severe water problems. They have to transport water to them once a day by water trucks. A bucket of water is 2 sous, and the cost of a year is 36 francs. There were no public pools or places for livestock to drink, and of course there was no way to wash down the streets.

The sanitation department cleaned up the Seine River because it is close to the river, and the place slightly away from the river is still the same, but because Christmas is approaching, there are many decorations on the street trees, which seem to have a festive atmosphere.

Napoleon was assassinated on Christmas last year, and a water truck loaded with explosives was ambushed in advance where he was going to pass.He has a good plan, including the itinerary of travel, which is not a pleasant thing for a girl who wants to go shopping when she sees an interesting place on the side of the road.

Georgiana's mind is full of assassinations and assassins, so she thinks that there are as few twists and turns as possible.

The drama written by Godin is not suitable for watching during festivals. The French Opera House is performing an opera "Dancing Girl" adapted from a work on Hinduism published by Le Millet in 1770. Georgiana always feels that he sees the girl on the poster. The actor seemed to be dreaming, so she turned down her original plan to see the opera.

Maybe Napoleon has nothing to do with Mrs. Recamier and Mrs. Bernadotte, but these actresses once appeared in the first regent bedroom of the Tuileries Palace. If it were someone else, she would tease He said a few words, and even took Severus to see those bikini girls basking in the park, but this little bastard couldn't do it.

She can't help but find something to beat him, it's useless to beat him, it's so angry that it can drive people crazy.

Facts have proved that it was a wrong decision to ask him to design a dating route, just like he arranged the portrait of a famous British general at his birthday party. Without Mr. Jenner, it would be a bit boring to just walk around the street with him.

Georgiana doesn't go on many dates herself, but she's seen kids on dates, and the boys are always struggling to figure out what to talk to the girls, unless it's like Sirius, he doesn't talk to the girls, and the girls Instead, they surrounded him, discussing topics they thought Sirius would be interested in.

"Let's go in and have a meeting." Georgiana pointed to a cafe and said, "I'll treat you to coffee."

"Okay." He agreed with a sigh of relief.

So they walked into this cafe called Kawo.

The business of this store is very good, almost all the seats are full, the waiter took them to a relatively remote location, this place is separated from a small room by a screen and an opera-style curtain, it is small and can only accommodate two people, accompanying them There was no room for Dillock and Napoleon's footmen who came with them.

She ordered a soda, as usual, Napoleoni a cup of coffee, and she also ordered a piece of cake, and when the waiter left they had nothing to say.

This kind of embarrassment is different from the old couple who have been married for decades and have nothing to say.

In addition to Mrs. Talian's "stickiness", Georgiana discovered another terrible thing. Napoleon really didn't want to pursue girls.

Many women fall in love with their ears, and Godin's sweet talk to Sophie seems like an old hand in love, but Georgiana doesn't like this type.

Godin is very ambitious. He not only wants power, but also love. At the same time, he also holds a little "little secret". Otherwise, Georgiana would not let someone like him become her housekeeper, nor would she allow Sophie to approach him. he.

But Sophie liked him that way, and what could Georgiana do?

It was easier to control Napoleon than she imagined. She said to drink coffee, but he dropped his original plan and actually drank coffee. This didn't make her feel that she was in control of everything, but felt that the little man was a bit pitiful.

"I still haven't decided what Christmas gift I want to give you." She started a topic, "I don't think any of Cicero's books are suitable for you. Just now Shaputal told me about Homer. Do you like Homer?"

"You don't have to tell me where your sources come from." He said quietly, "I'm glad you found out what I like."

"What do you think of Tacitus?" she asked again.

He pouted and shook his head.

"why?"

"Guess what." He teased.

The first thing she thought of was the Odyssey, where the "hero" had adventures like in the Golden Fleece.

"I don't like heroes in ancient Greek mythology." She said coldly, "Especially Jason, what kind of hero is he?"

"Then what kind of hero do you like?" he asked rhetorically.

She stared at the dwarf in front of her.

"You like me like this?" He asked, pointing to his chest.

"Do you think you're a hero?" she asked with a smile.

Napoleon laughed.

"Do you now think that I resemble your female admirer?"

He smiled and shook his head.

"It's rare for me to be so crazy about a person that I lose my mind, but you really fascinate me. Sometimes I wish I could become Medea and kill your new love and your heir, but I find that I am not like that Man, I might leave you like a fool, if I want you to find me, I have a way."

Georgiana calmly said that she could hide in Nick Flamel's house, where there was a fidelity spell, and even wizards couldn't find her.

"Are you angry?" he said with a smile.

"The woman on the poster just now, have you slept with her?" She asked vulgarly.

"That's right." He said bluntly, "She performed French operas for me in Italy."

"How did she come back to France?" said Georgiana coldly.

"What do you think?" he asked casually, looking arrogant and arrogant.

"I don't want to waste time 'competing for favor'." She said calmly, "There are many people who think that their ability determines their own destiny, but I think that determining their destiny is everyone's own choice."

"You don't want to influence my choice?" he continued.

"I don't think I should judge a man who has experienced the revolutionary wave and the baptism of the battlefield. I am different from you. You sympathize with farmers but know nothing about agriculture. I am the opposite of you. I will Plant the land, but I will not be worshiped like you. If you are a chariot, I will be the plain, and I will support your chariot to run, but you must also be careful not to drive the chariot to the cliff. Destruction."

"Are you threatening me?" He smiled interestedly.

"You haven't threatened me yet." She said coldly, "Don't think I won't resist you."

"How are you going to resist me?"

"Have you ever heard of Malzel?" she asked the Frenchman.

"Is this what you saw in the library?" he asked rhetorically.

"It's a donation from the British Navy." Georgiana said coldly, "He used to be a celebrity."

"What do you want to say?"

"The audience in the theater didn't want to watch it, so they went to the high court to watch the play. The current judge is regarded as a fool by the common people."

"You want to discuss politics with me?"

"I hate mixing love and politics." She said with a cold face, "You go and deal with that actress."

"No." He said resolutely.

Georgiana was about to lose her temper when their order came, resisting the urge to throw the cake in his face and took a swig of soda.

"If you want to deal with it yourself, deal with it." He said as if to appease her.

"Why did you deal with Baolin for Josephine?"

"She's not like you...she doesn't know how to deal with this."

"Do you think I am a very wicked woman?" asked Georgiana.

He didn't speak.

"When I was in school, everyone said that I was a caring person. I opposed women oppressing women, especially for love. I would not let your relatives use that woman to divide us. I am very disgusted with this kind of thing. "

"Don't ruin our date." He took a sip of his coffee.

"Don't you like me being jealous? That's how I feel when I'm jealous." She thumped him hard. "Do you think it's more pleasing to my eyes that I'm not jealous now?"

He calmly put down the coffee cup in his hand, "Do you still miss him recently?"

She looked at him angrily.

"Me too, I don't miss Josephine that much." He took her hand, the sapphire and diamonds on the wedding ring gleaming in front of her eyes. Lover's perfume, is that your homemade?"

"You want to be Anthony?"

"Please give me joy." He almost begged. "I need these memories."

By saying that, it was tantamount to promising to let her go in the future.

"Why are you unhappy?" he asked.

She raised her free hand to slap her, but he grabbed it easily.

"It's impolite to hit someone in public." He smiled smugly.

"Let go!" she warned.

"No." He said, somewhat carried away, "Free France."

When he was done he kissed her.

The scene at the ceremony on December 12th was published by many newspapers, and even British newspapers also commented. One of the newspapers had the headline "Is Bonaparte a rascal or a hero?"
There are also more men and women kissing passionately on the streets of France. This is the new "fashion" in Paris.

Artists, writers, and writers came and went in Cavo Cafe, and they were not surprised by the "fashionable" behavior of the young couple, so they continued to talk about the previous topic.

"Don't leave me, princess," whispered Bonaparte in her ear after the kiss was over.

She looked at this rich Pluto, Hades had everything in the underworld, but he still drove the chariot and snatched the daughter of the Harvest Goddess.

"I promised you that I won't go with him just because of his words, you will fight him."

"Aren't you afraid of my death?" He touched her smooth cheek with her hand, which was the result of her recent craftsmanship.

"Your habit is to sleep soundly on the battlefield," she whispered.

"Will you still be chaste for me?"

She nodded impassively.

"Even if he asked you to?"

"Severus is not like you, he is too soft-hearted." Georgiana whispered, "The headmaster is cursed, he has few days, so he asked Severus to play a play with him, partner to deceive a Good 17-year-olds go to die."

"I'm 17 and..."

"He was supposed to protect Harry, but his mind was confused at that time, and he even forgot basic arithmetic and logic." Georgiana said coldly, "By the time you went to find Desai, the overall situation was already settled, yes ?"

He asked after a while, "Have you ever thought about what he would do if he never got your response?"

"Of course I do." She smiled. "Severus will kill me."

"You are not afraid?"

"The last enemy that needs to be defeated is death. Don't threaten me with death next time." She twisted Bonaparte's Greek nose. "The coffee is so bitter, do you want to add some sugar?"

He looked at her strangely.

Georgiana sent a piece of brioche to his mouth with a fork, replacing the bitterness in his mouth with the sweetness of the cake.

Maybe what Severus owed to Lily had already been paid off with his own death, but what he owed to Harry hadn't. He shouldn't be so soft-hearted and influenced by others.

A rebellious rebel actually obeyed orders. Severus not only messed up his own life, but also implicated many people. Smart people often make mistakes that cause bigger troubles and are more difficult to solve.

The trouble she is carrying now is an example.

(End of this chapter)