Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1229 The Milkmaid (Part 2)

  If Severus saw the pink seats in the hall of the Grand Trianon, it would definitely reveal the extremely ugly face Rohart had when he was teaching at Hogwarts.

But if you think about it for the better, that terrible pink is actually a kind of rose red. Before going out in the morning, Napoleon didn’t give any pointers to the clothes of "Miss Georgiana". He just asked her to paint some blush because she looked It's too pale.

  The Grand Trianon was also looted during the Revolution. The white porcelain on the outer wall was destroyed and Napoleon ordered it to be replaced with rosestone.

  The carpenters Jacob and his son who renovated the Tuileries for him were already the best carpenters in Paris, and now they have opened a furniture factory. The furniture in the Grand Trianon is all produced by the Jacobs factory. The appearance of these cabinets is obviously Egyptian style, and the frame is decorated with metal rings.

  The silversmith who worked for Napoleon was called Auguste. His craftsmanship was very good, and his style was between magnificence and simplicity. The lighting is all large candlesticks. The styles of these candlesticks include blindfolded girls and goddess of victory. In addition, there are large python floor lamps with the lampshade placed in the python's mouth. Obviously, there are so many candlesticks in the Grand Trianon Palace that cannot be completed by one person. I am afraid that another factory will be opened. In this way, the employment of many people will be solved.

  This is not a good phenomenon. She used to reject those who like luxury.

But everything in the Grand Trianon Palace makes her feel very peaceful. You can see the canal outside from the floor-to-ceiling windows. There is a gondola floating on the canal. The bow is decorated with gilt lions. Most of the furniture in the palace also has Gilt lion claws. Edward Jenner was sitting on a pink chair with gilt lion claws.

  He is more than sixty years old, with white hair, a brown waistcoat, a fat body, no wig but stockings, and a long, pointed nose.

  When the young Napoleon walked into the hall of view, the restless old man immediately bounced, obviously he was a little afraid of the French first in power.

  Some people may not be afraid of illness, and some people are more terrible than illness.

"Good morning, Mr. Jenner." Napoleon said very politely in rusty English. "I think my police chief may be too eager to invite you. I didn't even give you time to put on your coat. I hope you don't. Displeased by his recklessness."

   Then he took Pomona’s hand and dragged her to his side. "This is Miss Georgiana. According to the laws of the Republic, she needs a guardian. I hope you can take it."

  Edward Jenner's expression is completely blank.

  It's not just him, even Pomona feels very confused, Napoleon actually knows English, why is it not written in the history books?

  "It's an honor to meet you." Jenner thought for a while and said to Pomona in English.

  "It's an honor to meet you too." Pomona replied in English.

  "Your English is very fluent...what the **** is going on?" Jenner looked at everyone in the room in confusion.

  "Georgina is from England, she needs a guardian." Napoleon politely explained, "Do you accept my offer?"

  He didn't use that kind of domineering tone at the moment, but he was definitely not kind.

   "What do you need me to do?" Jenner asked.

  Napoleon stretched out his hand behind him, and his secretary immediately handed over a stack of documents.

  "The new civil law stipulates that a woman’s property needs to be signed by her guardian..."

   "I don't need you to give me something." Pomona said to one side.

  "Becoming a guardian requires notarization. Here, I am notarizing as a national civil servant. You only need to sign." Napoleon continued as if Pomona did not exist.

  "A state official?" Jenner took the stack of papers.

  "The first ruling is also a civil servant. I have to serve the French Republic and the people, so that I can be worthy of them paying my salary."

"I don't think a court clerk can afford to pay for the house you live in." Jenner put on the monoculars and began to read the documents in his hand. "Of course there are these things, my God, where did you come from so many? money?"

  The robbery came.

   Pomona said in her heart, but she did not dare to speak. There were two police chiefs standing behind her.

  "Some of it is investment income. I think a man should be able to support his family."

  "While through the war?" Jenner put down the documents in his hand, and said impulsively, "I won't sign these things. I also ask you not to accept it. Miss Georgiana, his wealth is soaked in blood."

  "Is that why you came to France but didn't take the initiative to come to me?" Napoleon asked, "I am very interested in your article."

  Jenner looked like he was going to get angry, but he couldn't find a point of strength.

"If I were not a soldier, I think I would be educated in university and listen to the lectures of professors, but fate pushed me down that road. My motherland needs me." Napoleon said, "I will not deny that I have robbed. In some countries, I have also brought the dawn of civilization to those places that have not been civilized. This is also related to the second purpose I invited you. As far as I know, the process of your promotion of'vaccinia' prevention seems not smooth. ."

   "It seems that there is nothing to hide from you." Jenner sneered.

"Your country is a conservative and old-fashioned country. It is not willing to try new things. It is not just the medical field that you are good at. I heard that after your explorers brought back potatoes from the New World, the farmers did not dare to plant them, because " The Bible does not mention the potato as a plant. This problem was resolved after the "goodFriday" was sprayed with holy water. No one questioned the sacredness of the potato. The potato has become a common food on the table in your country. I believe you, Mr. Jenner, your "vaccinia" will be popularized by all mankind in the future. People will not be afraid of mentioning "vaccinia" at that time. It will be as common as potatoes. I hope that France will be the first country to benefit from this technology."

   "How did you know that I came to France?"

"Since February this year, we have been fully vaccinated, including me." Napoleon said as he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and exposed his arms, with a few left on his arms. A scar, it looks like a acne mark.

  This scar is very common in the 21st century, almost everyone has it, but Jenner's eyes widened in surprise.

   "I guess you might come to see if the widespread vaccination is really effective, so I made people pay attention to monitor your friend Mr. William Woodville, you live in his house right now?"

   "I will not join France." Jenner said immediately.

   "My second request is that you can teach doctors in our country so that they can fully understand the principle of ‘cowpox’. I think it’s much more effective than printing materials at your own expense to distribute to the public."

   "It's really not easy to find a printing house in your country." Jenner sneered, "What about your freedom of the press?"

  Napoleon suddenly looked at Pomona.

  The look in his eyes seemed to say "it's your turn."

   "Not all books represent civilization." Pomona hurried the duck to the shelves and said dryly, "Books like Witch's Hammer should be banned."

   "My book is not a witch's hammer!" Jenner said angrily.

"You can't print harmful books, and you can't make sure that others will not, especially pamphlets that slander people. When hunting witches, there are many prints that say witches bring disasters everywhere. For this reason, how many innocent people Has been treated unfairly!" Pomona said without conscience, "Uncontrolled freedom of speech is like a flood of out-of-control. Of course, measures are required."

   "You heard what she said." Napoleon smiled and said, "Freedom belongs to capable people. You can use your skills in France, Mr. Jenner."

  "What is your relationship?" Jenner looked at the two, "I remember you are married, Mr. Bonaparte."

   "You can just sign it." Dubois said viciously when no one was speaking awkwardly.

"If my signature means that I have to take responsibility, of course, I have to ask clearly about the stakes, just like when I inoculate my patients with acne, I am responsible for their lives." Jenner said fearlessly, "I hope you Think clearly, Miss Georgiana, don't get entangled with a married man for a little money and vanity."

  "This is the law, every unmarried woman needs a guardian." Foucher said.

   "I'm confused." Jenner asked, "What exactly is my job? Is it to protect this young lady from harassment by married men?"

  "Focus on your academics and take care of your nostalgia." Dubois added.

   "If I need to move around freely, I need a guardian." Pomona said frantically, "Even if I am an adult, I have full capacity for behavior, because we are now on French soil."

"Georgiana needs someone to accompany her on social occasions. We will hold a dance party at the Paris Opera next week. I hope you can also participate." Napoleon said to Jenner. "At that time, as you said before, protect this lady from suffering. Harassment by any man, except me."

  Napoleon threatened as if he had torn off the mask of civilization.

  Pomona can no longer stay in this place.

  She left the Hou Jian room and began to walk blindly in the Grand Tria Palace. The fresh air helped her to clear her mind, but she still felt her mind groggy.

  She changed from married to unmarried, and then had a guardian. Does this have anything to do with the peace talks?

  She wants to go home, and she doesn’t want to be a spoiler of other people’s marriages. The irony is that the more she refuses, the more counterproductive it is, and she will have no face to see Severus again after she promises.

  She would fall into the same situation as Josephine, or even worse, she felt that Severus would not forgive Josephine as much as Napoleon did.

  It's not that he doesn't love Josephine, but he just can't trust it. It's like a broken mirror, even if it's cracked together.

  What's more, he is not so consistent, polygamy is a big temptation, especially he needs his son to inherit everything he has earned.

  This is a funny story about men’s strange desire for conquest and possessiveness. It is like climbing a mountain, just to prove that you can do it. Mountain climbing does not contribute to all mankind like cowpox.

  Not long after, she heard rapid footsteps.

  A short-legged person walks in boots like a goose step, but she doesn’t want to make fun of him at the moment.

  She ran away carrying the skirt.

  This is the advantage of not wearing tights, running will not panic, but she does not know where to run.

  She ran past galleries, concert halls, and malachite halls, then ran to the garden, jumped onto the gondola that was parked on the shore, and hit the shore with a pole, and the boat began to wander in the canal.

  When Napoleon and his guards reached the shore, she had already rowed out the boat for a short while, but what she didn't expect was that the guards jumped into the water and pushed the gondola back to the shore.

  The other guards came up from the water wet, and one of them reached out to her, seeming to signal her to come down. If she is not obedient, they will use uncivilized and decent methods.

   So she grabbed the man's hand and returned to the shore. As soon as Napoleon approached, they all left. One of them even rowed the gondola away.

   "Do you want me to get a divorce?" Napoleon asked irritably.

   "This is ridiculous." Pomona smirked, covering her head.

   "What is ridiculous?"

   "I'm like a daydream, like a girl who loves fantasy." She laughed at herself, "It's not true."

   "Then I want to ask you, what do you think is true?"

   "I want to see the folks." She said flatly, "I don't want to be Marie Antoinette. I think there are only gardens, courts and dances in the world. I want to see the real life of the people."

"Do you know why I didn't care about the color and style of your clothes?" Napoleon waved his hands a little excitedly. "You understand my intention. The metalworkers in Paris are concentrated, and Lyon hit the silk weavers. These are all related to industry. Relatedly, clothing represents a person’s power and glory, and it also has an impact on the economy. If I didn’t find a place to wear gebu, I don’t think you would mind wearing it, right?"

   "If you want me to dress like a primitive person." Pomona said "I need a designer who can turn into magic."

  "There is no woman like you. Just now, everyone asked me about the freedom of the press, and you easily fought back."

   "It's wrong for you to restrict publication."

"But you didn't accuse me in person. I always felt that if the world did not have me and Rousseau, his book would be banned by the church for a time, but isn't this the key to enlightenment?" He anxiously stood in front of her Walking around "Are you torturing me? Or is this a new trick for your women? You make me fascinated, I always think of you, I am jealous of your husband, whenever I think of you in his arms I feel that there is a fire burning in my chest. What kind of charm does he have that can occupy your heart and make you unwilling to give me a little mercy?"

  "Do you need mercy?" Pomona's eyes widened in surprise.

   "Yes, please show me mercy." He said as he stretched his arms around her, as if he still wanted to kiss her.

  Look, men dare to do anything to achieve their goals, including pretending to be pitiful.

  But Pomona still tried her best to struggle, and finally pushed him away.

  "Stop!" She warned in English, "Please be clear, General."

  He gasped hard and looked at him pitifully, as if he was still alive.

   "I will leave Paris as soon as possible." Pomona said, "I'm sorry."

  He kicked the flower pots in the garden fiercely, and all the sculptures that he could knock down, and it took a while to calm down.

"You know, Marie Antoinette has a secret lover." Napoleon said calmly. To be clear, he can do anything for her, you can tell me, whatever you want, no matter what, I will do it for you, but please..."

   "I don't want to use you." Pomona shook her head.

"Then you said you hate me, but you didn't think so, did you?" He shouted excitedly, "The kiss in the car just now, you gave me a slap in the face, but I don't think you hate me, you like me, Unlike other women, sometimes they will adjust the clock on purpose, just want to leave quickly..."

   "What?" Pomona asked in surprise.

  Never mind "she", but also add a compound word, how bothered Napoleon Bonaparte, who is true to Josephine in the legend, really is.

   "I try to think rationally, but I don't know what you think. I won't allow anyone to take you away. You stay in Paris and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

  After he finished speaking, he pressed the Mamluk sword on his waist, turned and walked quickly, looking at the direction he was planning to leave the Grand Tria Palace, she breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

  Although it says that if you don’t like it, you should definitely reject it, but what if you don’t hate it?

   "I hate you, Hathor." She whispered, staggering into the palace.

  She had received too much excitement just now, and now she was exhausted, as if she had just gone through a big battle, and she was almost out of strength.

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   "This is what you call intelligence?" The middle-aged man with a red scarf said in an accent from the East End of London. He put down the note Severus gave him. He curled his mouth and looked very dissatisfied.

   "This is the information placed in the French Army Intelligence Room." Severus pointed to the blood under his cloak. "I was shot to obtain it."

"Someone broke into St. Luke's Palace last night. I heard that it's still a flying'ghost'." The Liverpool man who ate the apple said, "I guess it was a wizard who did it. I just stayed in front of the Malfoy's Chamber of Commerce today. After a day, what did you use to fly?"

"The source of intelligence is absolutely true. Think about it. If this ship of saltpeter falls into the hands of the French, they can make more shells and gunpowder, and more British people will be injured and killed." Severus Said to the man wearing the red scarf, "And if you think about it, they started a famine again this year, why are they not in a hurry?"

   "I heard that they resumed the bread guild again." said the Liverpool man.

   "No, they smuggled food from the United States, although diplomatic relations between the United States and France have been officially broken." Severus said, "Our allies have betrayed us."

  The man in the red scarf looked at Severus. "Or, this is Napoleon Bonaparte’s new strategy. Are you sent by him to provoke the relationship between the two countries?"

   Severus curled up the corners of his mouth and leaned in front of the middle-aged man, the tip of his big nose almost touching his face.

   "I want him to die." He said softly, "How many guards are there around that dwarf?"

  "Do you want to assassinate him?" the middle-aged man asked calmly.

   "I did not succeed last time because of lack of information, can you provide it?"

  The middle-aged man looked at Severus for a while, then sneered suddenly, got up from the card table, and led him into the warehouse.

  After coming to a corner, he pushed open a wooden box that looked cumbersome. There was a secret door under the wooden box. After opening the secret door, he walked down a metal staircase.

  Severus followed him in, using fluorescent flashes, and the other person looked at his wand in surprise but didn't say anything.

"This is the map of Malemaison." The middle-aged man said, "There is a military camp next to the villa that is six times larger than the villa. The Tuileries, St. Luke's Palace and Luxembourg are heavily guarded. The only chance for us to start is the road. en route."

   "You did the last assassination?" Severus asked, looking at the map of Paris in front of him.

   "No, it's not us, there are so many people who hate him, aren't you one of them?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

  "Do you know how he acts?" Severus asked.

"He is very cunning. He rarely goes out except to watch the opera and go to relatives." The middle-aged man pointed to the southeast corner of Paris. "He is going to Fontainebleau in a few days. The damage there is not serious. Napoleon intends to transform it into a house. He wants to visit and inspect the military academy, and there will be opera performances at that time."

   "Can you mix in?"

   "I'm afraid this won't work." The middle-aged man said, "We are going to ambush on the road."

   "What kind of play are you acting?" Severus asked.

"Rousseau wrote "The Country Diviner". The first performance of this play was held in Fontainebleau. At that time, Louis XV was still alive. It was a single-act play. There were not many actors, and it didn’t need too much. Props."

  Severus suddenly laughed weirdly.

   "Any problem?" the Liverpool man asked.

   "That's a trap." Severus said, "He intends to use himself as a bait to catch me."

   "How did you know?" the Liverpool man asked.

   "Because, I am the idiot fortuneteller." Severus said viciously to the two of them, then flung his cloak, with greasy hair, and went back upstairs with a gloomy expression.

  (End of this chapter)