Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1217 The Women of Paris (4)

"what did you say?"

  In an art warehouse in the Louvre, Severus disguised as a French Auror stared at the peerless beauty Hathor.

   "I don't know where she's consciously." Hathor said with a glass of wine. "It's like when fishing, sometimes fish will eat the bait. Her body is here. Take her away."

  The woman in a red evening dress was lying in a sarcophagus decorated with roses, looking like she had fallen asleep, but her breathing was gone.

"Don't worry, she's a soul separated, not really dead." Before Severus's attack, Gonsai, disguised as another Auror, said, "Every night when we fall asleep, the soul will escape. Our body will come back again when we wake up, but the kind of "waking up" that opens our eyes is not really waking up, the kind of "waking up" when our soul leaves the body is really "waking up" '..."

   "You say one more word." Severus looked at Gonsey coldly. "I will keep you from waking up forever."

  Gonsey shut up immediately.

   Severus took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already four o'clock in the morning, the Venus had risen, and it was about to dawn in less than two hours.

  He no longer stayed in this warehouse, and directly Apparated to the North Wing.

  At this time, the **** of death sacrifice has disappeared, but the cabinet leading to the Tuileries Palace has also been restored to its original state. When the cabinet door is opened, there is no long corridor inside.

  "It's not dawn yet, why is it gone?" Gong Saiyi also appeared at this moment.

   "This is a trap." Severus said, "We got caught."

   "What? How could it?" Gonsai asked strangely.

   "He searched all over the world for the most beautiful treasures to decorate this palace." Severus slammed the cabinet door with a "bang" "Now it's my turn to be robbed."

   "I thought he loved Josephine." Gong Saiyi said.

  Severus did not speak, as if he was thinking about the next step.

   "I'm going to the underworld, it seems that the ferryman is still there," he said after a while.

   "Are you crazy? No one will come back from there alive."

   "Then you have other ideas?" Severus asked Gonsey.

  "How about let's find the person who talked to you last?" Gonsai said, "That Muggle seems to know a lot."

   "He is an old monster who has lived 500 years old, of course he knows a lot." Severus spat.

"How did you know each other."

  Severus briefly told Gonsai about his previous experience in Paloto.

   "So... you found the Sun Gold and gave it to the Dark Lord?" Gong Saiyi looked incredulous and had to believe it.

   "It wasn't to him, she threw it to him. I don't know what she was thinking." Severus clutched his greasy hair.

   "I think she was to save you."

"how do you know?"

   "Is this unknown?"

   Severus frowned.

   "You are not saved." Gonsey looked at Severus and shook his head. "How did she like you?"

   "Now Palodo should be controlled by the Italian Ministry of Magic, I don't know their new base?" Severus said.

"Gold is considered to be the body of a god. The ferryman in Styx had collected it before, and he was later punished. Since then, he no longer accepts gold. You don’t have to ferry to him. You don’t have to ferry. You can also ask him for information. "Gonsai patted Severus on the shoulder. "What do you think of this idea?"

   "Let's go."

  Severus said, leaving the room with Gonsai.

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  "Silk?" Pomona opened a white gift box on the coffee table, which contained a piece of sky blue expensive fabric.

  "All of your skirts for this social season will be made of it, how do you feel?" Napoleon sat on a single sofa, still wearing a cavalry uniform.

   "Can I ask why?" Pomona put the smooth fabric down and sat on the couch.

   "It's a bad habit that you don't criticize my luxury?"

   "I learned the lesson." Pomona sorted the piece of cloth sullenly.

"Joseph has been in the silk business before, and he is very familiar with this one. The domestic manufacturing industry is to resume, and the first city is Lyon." Napoleon stood up, opened a lid, and held a piece of goose yellow cloth in his hand. "The Cotton Textile Association hopes that I can continue to block British cotton yarn products to protect their factories and customers."

   "Why not wear French cotton yarn?" Pomona asked in confusion.

   "Which noble woman do you see who wears cotton-padded clothes to the ball?"

  "Do you want to bring up a new fashion?" Pomona asked.

"A happy atmosphere will promote consumption. I was in Paris in 1792, because the terror ruled aristocracy and the bourgeoisie reduced their lives to the level of'survival'. Both the construction and textile industries have declined, unemployment has increased, and urban civilians have increased. Lack of money to buy food, bandits began to appear in the countryside, do you know how dangerous it was that you fell asleep in the public garden that day?"

   "Thank you." She said sincerely, "But I start to show off again, I think it may be out of control and cause other problems."

“What I’m most afraid of seeing is the rebellion caused by famine. People are really hungry and really eat everything. When we were in Egypt, we even ate cat and dog meat. The nobles became too thrifty. The city dwellers who depended on them were Victim, I have asked the Chief of Police to organize a baker’s guild and build a storage barn. The famine you said doesn’t have to wait until autumn. Now the price of all food on the market is rising, including meat, which is more expensive than grains. It’s difficult to digest. As long as the stomach doesn’t feel hungry, people won’t lose their judgment."

   "And we are holding a luxurious dance party at this time? Awesome!" Pomona exclaimed, "Unexpectedly, one day I will become the target of criticism."

   "You can't explain to some people." Napoleon gestured the silk in his hand on Pomona's shoulder, and then changed to a different color of silk.

  "How do you know if you don't try? You can't rely on yourself for everything."

  "It took only six or seven days for God to create the world. How can I have so much time?"

  "Then you should also tell Josephine, isn’t the time spent in St. Luke and Malmaison every day also a waste?"

  He put down the cloth in his hand.

"She is your wife. I think I am your mistress in the eyes of others." Pomona said indifferently. You were in the same mood."

   "At least my sisters are not busy chewing their tongues anymore." Napoleon said flatly, "I have been cleaned a lot."

  Pomona opened her mouth and said nothing.

She listened to servants whispering secretly. On the day of the wedding registration, the hostess of Malemason waited for Napoleon in the town hall for six hours in a wedding dress. It was definitely a shame, but Josephine still endured it because Napoleon was killed that day. Appointed to be the commander-in-chief of the expedition to Italy, he was busy working and forgot the time.

  Yes, it took only seven days for God to create the world, and time flows so fast, how can there be time to waste?

But this feeling exists for those who have jobs, ideals, and careers. For housewives, time passes very slowly, so slow that people feel that a day is as long as thirty days, and they need to find something. Things to make yourself less boring.

  Ordinary people will find their husbands to accompany them, while Josephine struggles with her former dance teacher.

  The young man probably thought that he could be as old as the old, relying on the relationship of women to rise again. Pomona didn't know how Napoleon handled him, and even if he let the kid go, the officers under his hand would not.

  When the soldiers were on the front line with the Black Death, thirst, and food shortage to eat cat meat, the boy not only ate and drank well, but also had a happy life with the general’s wife. For those soldiers whose hands were stained with blood, as long as the body is not found by the police, this person will disappear from the world.

  It is absolutely difficult to deal with someone who is so loyal to him.

  But Paris is not a desert or a wilderness. It is a place of civilization and order. They can no longer be as chaotic as before.

   "I don't wear that tights. How about calling your sisters to me next time?" Pomona said, "I don't want to discuss women's fashion with Napoleon Bonaparte."

  "Do you think I don't understand?" He squeezed her ear affectionately. "I have double eyes for beauty."

   Pomona threw away the cloth in her hand and stood up.

  She really has nothing to say about the gross nerves of a certain lion man.

  (End of this chapter)