Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1211 "Beauty"

Since 1800, the Tuileries Palace and the Mare Maison Castle have been the seat of the French government. Although the foggy coup has turned the vote of the former elders into a joke, these lawyers are all well-versed in the law and useful talents. .

  Unfairly elected parliamentarians are responsible for the legislation. Their office is located in the Luxembourg Palace, and sometimes Napoleon will also work in the Luxembourg Palace.

  Napoleon would not make the same mistakes as Louis XVI. Pomona thought things too simple before, thinking that Marie Antoinette supported Louis XVI to stay, and France would have the same constitutional monarchy as England.

  Napoleon bought Marle Maison in the suburbs. First, the place was big enough, and second, because he didn't have to worry about the dense population in the center of Paris, he would not stay in the Tuileries for a long time. In addition to Male Maison, he occasionally works in the Palace of Saint Luke, which has been a royal holiday manor since the sixteenth century. It is designed by Le Nolte like the Palace of Versailles, and everything is full of baroque luxury. There is also a very large vineyard, but it was burned by the Prussians during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870, leaving this palace, which was originally named the Louvre and Versailles, in ruins.

Currently Pomona’s residence is here. From the map, it takes a short walk from the Luxembourg Palace to St. Luke and then back to Marlemysson, but for the generals conquering all of Europe, this distance is simply A piece of cake.

If you can see many literati wearing tuxedos and politely strolling around the garden with ladies in the garden of the Tuileries Palace, then almost all soldiers wearing golden spikes appear in Saint Luke. In the palace, without the maid leading the way, Pomona would accidentally break into the room of the officers who were in a secret meeting.

There is also no place like a study room. Instead, a huge map of Europe was placed in the place that used to be a ballroom. It was made extremely detailed, and there were many flags on it, and each flag had a country emblem. . It's just that the places that represent the sea are all British and Spanish warships, and you can't see a sampan of the French fleet. The map of Egypt is almost blank except for coastal ports and a few large cities, and the scale of Egypt is not much the same as that of Egypt hundreds of years later.

  At present, this room is crowded with staff officers. They are holding wooden sticks, and according to the latest information they have received, they are moving small flags like chess pieces on the map. The room next to the restaurant is a large office, with people coming in and out constantly.

Pomona didn’t plan to go in at all. The room was full of indescribable smells, but she saw an English newspaper on a sink with a mirror at the door, and she took it over and flipped over it. .

The headline on the front page of the newspaper was that the British Prime Minister had changed. The Prime Minister William Pitt Jr., who had supported the tough on France, was replaced by Henry Addington, who had supported the friendly to France. Pomona carefully recalled the history and suddenly remembered her participation. What happened.

In 1802, France and Great Britain signed the Peace Treaty of Amiens. The treaty stipulated that the United Kingdom withdrew from Malta, Gibraltar and Egypt, and transferred the power of governance to the Knights of St. John in Malta. Gibraltar returned to the Netherlands. At the same time, France moved from Naples. The Kingdom and the Papal States withdrew their troops.

It doesn’t matter if the Pope is involved. After reading the newspaper, she wants to throw it away, but this palace is not like a tourist attraction hundreds of years later, there are trash cans, she didn’t know for a long time. Where should I leave the newspaper after reading it? At this moment, the maid who followed her, Maria, took the newspaper.

   "Miss is going to have dinner?" Maria said in soft French.

  I listened to Bonaparte’s accented French with a weird accent. After listening to Maria’s voice, Pomona realized how suitable French is for intercourse.

   "No, thank you." Pomona frowned.

  In Greek mythology, Hades coaxed Persephone to eat a pomegranate from the underworld, so she must stay in the underworld for three months each year.

  She was just a little hungry after waking up, but the time had changed from winter to spring. It would not be just a little hungry for a person not to eat for several months.

  She must leave here, only in this way other people can't detect her abnormality and treat her as a monster who doesn't eat or drink.

  Just as she was thinking about how to get rid of Maria and escape, a familiar smell made her stop.

  It was a foul smell, a bit like a dead body, but it was not covered up with the smell of garlic, and it was not as smoked as Quirrell, which made people stay away from a long distance.

  Like a dog, she sniffed the smell in the air carefully, and then she came to an empty room.

In other words, it is not empty. It should be Napoleon’s office in St. Luke. There is still a spice smell similar to the Tuileries Palace in the air, but the sofas and tablecloths here are all green. At first glance She thought she was in the Slytherin lounge.

Leaning against the large glass window, a table was placed in the best light position. On the top, there were two statues on the left and the right. A man wearing a black cloak and covering his face with a hood was lifting one of the statues. It's like looking for something.

   "Come here~" Maria was about to yell when a flying knife hit her throat. She opened her eyes wide, covered her neck and fell slowly, and then lay motionless on the ground.

  Pomona looked at the man in black.

   "Good night, ma'am." The man in black said in French while taking off her hood, and Pomona recognized the face all at once.

   "It's you." Pomona said to the **** of death priest who held Lyle Meyer's face, "Why are you here?"

  Lyle ignored her and continued to search in Napoleon’s study.

  Pomona raised her wand to face him, "Do you think I dare not do anything to you?"

  "You are a white wizard, since when will the white wizard kill people?"

   "You are also a Muggle, why did you kill her?" Pomona said angrily.

   "She didn't really die, none of the people here are really alive." Lyle said.

   "You mean, they are all shadows?" Pomona asked.

  Relton took a moment, then looked back at her.

"Who told you that?"

   "A wayward goddess." Pomona said helplessly, "Where is this place?"

"Napoleon has an amazing memory. His memory is like a palace. Before he aspired to become a soldier, he tried to be a novelist, or a thinker like Rousseau." Lyle said. "Sometimes a novelist invests in conceiving a story. After a lot of energy, a world was formed. You can say that this is his dream or the world of his thoughts."

  Pomona suddenly realized something.

  Neither the Tuileries nor Saint Luke were burned down in the real world, and they did not exist.

   "You mean, a place like Wuyou Township?" Pomona asked.

"I prefer to use what modern psychologists call the subconscious or unconscious. When people are exhausted in the real world, dreams can sometimes give people a hint that this world is also a platform for God to communicate with people. You didn’t realize that you can’t find it now. Napoleon?" Lyle said.

   "Because he woke up from the dream." Pomona suddenly realized.

"Even if he wakes up, this world hasn't disappeared because of this. It's just that when he enters this world next time, he doesn't know where he will be. He may not be able to touch you, or he may meet you by chance like this time. you."

   "How do you know?" Pomona asked.

   "The people here will also whisper." Lyle pointed to his ear. "He wants to lock you in this place."

   "This is so funny." Pomona akimbo irritably.

  "He is an energetic young soldier. It is natural to be full of fantasies about women." Lyle smiled and said, "You are like his dream girl."

   "Hahaha." Pomona laughed dryly, "This joke is not funny at all."

"Women’s moral values ​​are completely different from those of men. I know a Miss de Loncloaux, who is regarded as an extraordinary figure in social circles. She despises the morality of women and judges everything in accordance with the morality of men. She is frank and regarded as a loyal friend, but the men just treat her as another man, no one loves her like a woman." Lyle said, "The female community can't accept her, and they laugh at her privately. As a result, she was very lonely, and finally ended in depression. I think you should know that if nature arranges you to live as a woman, you should be a woman instead of imagining living in a man’s world. This is nothing for you. Beneficial."

   "You said all this is my fantasy?"

   "I'm telling you how to go back." Lyle raised his right hand, as if holding something in his hand, "Wake up, madam, you have had enough sleep."

  Pomona was motionless like petrified, hearing a bell, and then blinking again, she found herself in the dark Louvre.

  She was still standing in front of the oil painting of the Medusa Raft, and Hathor was standing beside her.

  She took a few big breaths, clutching her heart, as if she felt alive by feeling its beating.

   "You are so awake so fast." Hathor said in a bit of surprise, "Is my hypnosis unsuccessful?"

  Pomona did not explain to her what she saw Lyle Meyer, in a sense, the priest saved her life.

   "Since you can send my consciousness to the world over there, why don't you go by yourself?" Pomona grumbled angrily.

"I prefer to be a fishing bait." Hathor said. "Or, I don't remember how it feels to be a human being. Although Bonaparte doesn't understand women, he is very sensitive. He will notice. Abnormal, this is why I need you."

   "You..." Pomona regretted that she shouldn't have walked into the room where Dandra's constellation board was stored.

"You are not the first woman I sent in. Others have failed. There are even people who were tempted by him to stay in that world forever and become a member of his harem." Hathor sighed, "Lions are also With polygamy, men can never fix this problem."

   "I haven't heard of anyone missing in the Louvre." Pomona said.

   "The people who come to the Louvre are all tourists. They come and go, who knows when they left." Hathor sneered elegantly. "You didn't hear that doesn't mean it didn't happen, but you didn't know it."

   "I don't want to do it anymore!" Pomona yelled.

  "Before your lover rescued you, you were my hostage. Have you heard that the hostage has the right to make demands?" Hathor's face was cold, and his eyes began to glow, looking like two fireballs.

   "He had better hurry up, did Bonaparte shake you up, Georgian?" Hathor smiled and took a sip of wine. "Your loyalty is not as firm as you think."

   "You demon." Pomona gritted her teeth and said.

  Hator walked away gracefully with a charming smile, and continued to admire the paintings on the walls of the Louvre.

"This is human beings. They can't stand the temptation at all. When the plague and natural disasters came and the gods they believed in did not take care of them, they betrayed it. I don't need that kind of fragile soul, nor do I want it, only Napoleon. I will never let the soul of Bonaparte go."

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  Severus finally found Eugene in the passage leading to the roof of the Louvre.

  His Mamluk sword pierced a baboon, but instead of turning into sand like other baboons, it turned into a sculpture.

   "It seems to want to summon the crocodile again." Eugene said to Severus, "If this is the case, everything will be done again."

  Severus said nothing, and continued to stride towards the roof, his broad robe fluttering like black flames in the night breeze.

   Then he got into the iron gate, jumped into the secret room, and sat at the round table with the lapis lazuli crocodile sculpture.

   "Finally only us are left." He looked at the crocodile calmly and said, putting the unfinished Senite chess on the table. "I want to play chess like this to have an atmosphere, what do you think?"

  The four short sticks representing the dice began to move on their own. After a tumbling noise, a black jackal chess piece on the chessboard moved two steps.

   "It's me again." Severus said, and went straight to grab the baton. He threw a six.

   "It seems luck is still following me, are you still going to accuse me of cheating?" Severus said to the crocodile.

  Naturally no one answered him.

"Don't bet with people if you can't lose. There is no game in this world that can be won without losing." Severus spit on the ground, then moved a green lion chess with his hands and picked up the short club again. .

  (End of this chapter)