Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1193 The World of Games (Part 1)

  With the help of Gonsei, Severus finally pronounced the spell right, and then something magical happened.

  A Mamluk sword appeared on the floor of the Louvre.

   "How is a sword?" Severus asked Gonsai, "Should it be a record board?"

   "I think at this moment, you need more force than others." A young boy said in an old-fashioned tone, "My stepfather told me that there is no place where he feels that he is free from the shackles of civilization more than Egypt."

Severus and Gonsey looked at the young man who appeared out of thin air. He had dark chestnut hair, dressed in lace and embroidered clothes from the nobles of the old age, and he wore the gorgeous collar of the Legion of Glory around his neck. It's like a court attendant.

   "Eugène de Boarnet." Gong Saiyi murmured.

  Young Eugène laughed, "We met at the Tuileries Palace, but did not introduce myself, how did you recognize me?"

   "I have seen your portrait." Gonsey said, "but you were a bit older then than you are now."

   "When my stepfather and mother met, I looked so old now." Eugene walked slowly to the two with his hands behind his back. "I was 17 years old at the time."

   "Napoleon and Josephine met because Eugene wanted to return his biological father's sword..."

   "I know." Severus interrupted Gonsai impatiently. "I need to know where the next statue is, do you know?"

   "Of course I can tell you." Eugene bowed gracefully, "You have already sworn."

  "Does he understand English?" Severus asked Gonsey.

   "It looks like it is." Gong Saiyi said.

   "I will speak a little more." Eugene said in English with a little French accent, "Although God made us speak different languages, we can't communicate."

   "Then what did you just say?" Severus asked.

   "I can tell you where the rest of the crocodiles are, because you have already sworn." Eugene said in English.

   "Does this mean that I must be an upright and fair person for the rest of my life?" Severus asked.

  Eu Ren turned sideways as if listening to a whisper.

  "The contract stipulates that you must maintain integrity and fairness during the game," said Eugene.

   "Why you?" Severus looked at Eugene "It seems that you are not the only generals under Napoleon."

  "Do you know why? French." Eugene asked Gong Saiyi.

  Gon Saiyi was speechless, speechless.

"My stepfather left a lot of things to the King of Rome." Eugene said disappointedly. "Including his silver-plated sword, consul's sword, and his steel sword, he left his Mamluk sword and silver candlestick with him. Because I used to accompany him to Egypt."

   "Do you love your stepfather?" Severus asked Eugene.

   "Love is a powerful word, wizard, I thought you were someone who doesn't say love easily." Eugene bent over and picked up the Mamluk sword. "Let's go."

   "I know you will take care of Napoleon's possessions in Italy." Severus asked behind Eugene, "But since when will you also use swords, Prince?"

  Eugène drew his sword out of its sheath without warning, and Severus hurriedly dodged, avoiding the sharp blade that struck his neck.

  "Why would you ask such a stupid question, wizard." Young Eugene smiled sarcastically, "You actually have questions about whether a soldier can use a weapon."

   "You don't look like a soldier in your outfit." Severus touched his cheek, and a little blood came out of the wound.

  "Your reaction speed is not like a real wizard." Eugene put down the sword. "Perhaps because you spend too much energy on exercising, so that you don't let the nutrition of knowledge enter your brain."

  Severus sneered, "Do you think wizards should be clumsy like wood? Or are they old-fashioned, with one leg already in the coffin?"

   "Calm down, gentlemen." Gonsey said to the two "people", "Don't forget our mission."

"I know why you asked that question just now." Eugene looked at Severus not to be outdone. "It is much easier to be a selfish person than to be an upright and fair person. You don't want to be like yours. Isn't it that the teacher lives so tired?"

   "I don't know who you are talking about?" Severus said quietly.

   "Of course you know who I am talking about." Eugene looked at Gong Saiyi "You just don't want him to know your real name."

  Gonsei looked at them calmly.

   "He failed so many times because he didn't add his own name, and then he succeeded when you accidentally reported his real name." Eugene sneered and said, "He doesn't believe you."

   "We only met today." Gong Saiyi said, "Even love at first sight is not so fast."

   "Should I tell him your real name? Professor?" Eugene asked Severus.

   "You don't like me." Severus smiled and said, "Why?"

   Eugene did not answer him.

  "Is it because the British let Napoleon defeat Waterloo?" Severus bared his yellow teeth.

  "Victory or defeat is common. What I hate is your newspaper. Malicious slander is not a gentleman's action."

  Severus raised his eyebrows.

  "Do you still expect British newspapers to speak nicely to people who intend to invade Britain?"

  Ou Ren communicated with Gong Saiyi again in French.

   "What did he say?" Severus asked.

   "He asked me, do you want to work for the British?" Gonsey said with a weird expression.

   "I remember that Napoleon was not French either." Severus said, "He also betrayed the people of Corsica by becoming the emperor of France?"

   "Let's go." Eugene returned his sword to the sheath, "Let's end this pain sooner."

   "French." After Eugene turned around, Severus gritted his teeth at his back.

  Gonsai walked awkwardly at the back and left the exhibition hall.

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  Perhaps it was because the dance of the mixed-blood Veeva entertained Hathor. She summoned a golden pot to come out. It looked like a mirror and could clearly reflect the figure.

  The golden basin was slowly filled with water. When Hathor touched the water with his fingertips, as the ripples rippled, three figures appeared inside.

  "Why would Prince Eugene be your servant?" Pomona asked Hathor.

   "The Black Death was prevalent in Napoleon's army at the time." Hathor said, "He didn't want to die so young."

   "I think there are many soldiers who don't want to die so young. Why is he special?"

"Let me think about it... because I think it's funny." Hattor pointed his chin with his fingertips, and said unscrupulously. "I want to know that he looked at his respected stepfather because he learned that his mother was empathizing. What would it be like to become less dedicated?"

  Pomona temporarily lost the ability to speak.

   "During Napoleon's expedition to Egypt, Eugene was his adjutant. When the little Cleopatra appeared, he had to accompany him in the car. Everyone felt embarrassed at that scene, so he asked for a vacation.

   "What?" Pomona asked in confusion.

   "Napoleon is a passionate man, sometimes he will do some very intimate actions on the carriage..."

   "Stop." Pomona groaned and interrupted Eros's gossip.

   "What is shy? Haven't you done it yourself?" Hathor's fingertips touched the water again, and the picture inside changed again.

  It was on a sightseeing carriage in London, and the protagonist was herself.

   "Oh, Merlin~~~" Pomona wailed and stamped her foot, and she wanted to find a place to go under.

   "Napoleon wanted to fight back. Not only did he find a mistress, he also told her son about Josephine's scandal. He hurt Eugene." Hathor said sympathetically, "He was still a child."

   "I haven't done that before!" Pomona said.

   "You don't have it now." Hathor touched the water again. "But do you want to know the future?"

   Before the ripples returned to calm, Pomona turned her head.

   "Why don't you dare to watch it?" Hathor smiled teasingly.

   "Are you punishing me?" Pomona asked tremblingly, holding her elbows.

   "Criminals will be punished, do you think you are guilty?" Hathor asked.

   Pomona has many thoughts in her mind.

"After returning to Paris, everyone was persuading my'Lion' to divorce Josephine. With the exception of Eugene, he begged Napoleon like a child who didn’t want his parents to divorce, and Josephine kept crying outside the door. I feel relieved." Hathor sighed in a low voice. "Napoleon opened the door for her and let her in. Do you know what Napoleon had other dreams besides becoming Augustus?"

   "No." Pomona said in a quiet voice.

  "He wants to be a father who can support his whole family. He thinks this is his responsibility and glory. Do you think this dream is more realistic than ‘for the French people’?"

   "If there is no France anymore." Pomona said habitually, her mind was blank, as if she had lost the ability to think. "Then there will be no home for him."

   "That's the case." Hathor walked towards Pomona in all manners, and Flax rustled with her footsteps, "Does this remind you of anyone?"

  Pomona wept in a low voice.

   "Why are you crying, wise man?" Hathor continued to ask.

  Pomona shook her head.

   "Say it out." Hathor whispered in her ear, climbing her shoulders.

   "Please don't let me say it." Pomona covered her face.

"I like what he said. The more sober people are, the more absurd." Hathor whispered in a hoarse voice. "Your teacher has taught too many things that a woman shouldn't understand. Why not forget those things. An ordinary person."

   "No." Pomona said as she cried.

  "Are you also interested in politics?" Hathor said sarcastically, "That blond little Cleopatra, she thought she could replace Josephine and influence the general. Do you want to be like her?"

"Do not."

   "Then what do you want?" Hattor asked a little annoyed.

   Pomona thought of the Burrow, and the abandoned house by the northern farmers.

  They are very simple, but very warm, even if there are no children as noisy as Weasley’s, it doesn’t matter.

  Unfortunately, those days are gone forever.

  She cried so sad that she almost thought her heart had broken. At this moment, she heard a familiar cry.

  She opened her teary eyes and found a pair of wide red wings passing by, Nefertari took a few large steps back.

   "Benu!" The Egyptian **** of love looked at her in shock, "How come you have Benu?"

  Pomona looked at the Phoenix Fox soaring in the Seven Hearth Hall, a warm current flowed back from the limbs to the heart.

  She raised her magic wand and turned the wooden box containing the bronze sculpture into a tree so that the phoenix could stand on it.

  "It's called Fox, not Bennu." Pomona made a face at the Egyptian **** of love "What a fool."

  (End of this chapter)