Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1233 "The Battle of the Faith"

  "How powerful is the Portuguese army?" In the basement of the warehouse, Severus pointed his wand at the map and asked the injured John.

   "I don't expect much from them." John shrugged his shoulders. "And our army."

"Sending the army to Portugal can not only alleviate the domestic food crisis, but even set aside a piece of land. We have occupied Egypt, and the French will not suffer in vain. This is a good way to pass on the domestic crisis, resulting in their military expenditures. In the past, what they did in Italy was to raise money in Portugal. They asked the locals to collect the "war special tax". This is a multi-tasking, uncompromising deal, and supported by the former Prime Minister of Spain. We have almost no chance to win this battle. Unless our army can suddenly be the same as the navy."

  "Should we report to the country?" the Liverpool man asked.

"When our parliamentarians discuss the outcome and decide whether to send troops, the French flag is already flying over Lisbon." Severus's face was stiff. "What we can do is create a situation where they can fight inwardly. Except for Napoleon, France There are also many commanders with great military exploits, such as Moreau. They may think that they can replace Napoleon to become a military dictator, but that dwarf will not only fight and conspire, we have to send Jenner back to the country, he will use Jenner to save himself His prestige has become even more unshakable."

  "What should we do?" John asked Severus.

  "First find out which troop is going to send troops to Portugal. I stayed at Saint Luke's Palace for a day yesterday..."

   "His military action was made in Malemason. Go and ask the watcher, did his cronies suddenly assemble?" John interrupted Severus.

  "It doesn’t have to be his confidant...check out Guvion Saint Cyr."

   "You even know the name of the commander?" John looked at Severus weirdly.

   "Go, you're wasting time." Severus looked at the map. "The thing we lack most now is time."

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  There is a lake to the south of the Palace of Versailles. This lake was dug out by a Swiss mercenary. It is said that the nobles of the old times would set up a stage in the lake and hold summer concerts.

   Putting your feet in clean water in the summer will definitely be cool. The weather in May is not very hot, but it still feels a bit cold when you step on the marble with bare feet.

  She rolled her toes and endured the touch from the other foot. Her fetters were on the ankle, not on the foot, but he pinched it endlessly.

   "You...you quickly help me untie it!" She couldn't help cursing.

   Bonaparte thought her reaction was very interesting, and continued to pinch her foot.

   Patriarchal and patriarchal society, if caught and raped, men will not bear any responsibility, and women will bear all the faults.

  As long as she thinks of the possible consequences, Pomona can’t continue playing, and there will be problems with this game.

  "How is the situation of your peace talks?" Pomona yelled. Hathor said that using the peace talks as an opportunity, she might be able to go back if the peace talks are successful.

   "I will rest today." He said coldly.

  She stared at the key in his hand, which was given to him by the Scavenger. With it, the fetters can be unlocked even without a wand.

  What should I do if this situation is not taught in the Muggle Studies class?

  She was crying anxiously, Napoleon opened her fetters, and as the magic returned to her body, she pointed her wand at him.

   "I made you angry?" The Corsican villain asked worriedly, as if he didn't know what he did just now.

  She can’t do it, how can a man’s thick skin be so hateful.

   "I won't go shopping alone with you, I'm looking for my guardian!" She stomped and yelled.

   "He is already waiting for us in the Houjian Hall." Napoleon smiled triumphantly, "I will go out later, you have to call me uncle."

  Pomona was taken aback.

   "The rich man?"

   "Doesn't it look like it?" He turned around to himself.

  At this moment, he changed the conspicuous red inspection suit and put on a black normal suit worn by ordinary men of the property class.

  "Should you go to Josephine?" Pomona asked.

  "Let’s go out first and meet in the botanical garden later." He said indifferently, and then helped her to find Mr. Jenner.

  At this time, he looked very disciplined again, as if he was an educated nobleman, the chameleon did not become as fast as him.

  She raised her hand and slapped him.

  With the magic wand in her hand, she is very confident, she will not let herself be shackled anymore.

  As a result, he clutched his beaten face and smiled contentedly.

  If Napoleon is not a butcher full of blood, he also has a cute place.

  Unfortunately, he chose a shortcut. The monarchy said that force is a shortcut for civilians to obtain sovereignty. This is not the same as what he said in a high-sounding way, for the country.

  People are always deceived by appearances, just like when he appeared yesterday in his red review suit, he looks majestic and looks like a hero.

  People who make their fortunes only by luck have no difficulty in the middle, because they are flying, but when they settle down, all difficulties will follow.

Now Napoleon is proud of the spring breeze. He is like the son who has divided his father’s property and went outside to play. He can squander as he pleases. When the money is squandered, he becomes someone else’s herder, and his life is worse than before at home. He will go back.

He will definitely return to Josephine, because their destiny has been connected through marriage. Their bodies are in one time and space, and Pomona is in another time and space. No wonder so many people are lost in this. In the world.

  She must leave this place.

  She made up her mind not to look at this charming devil anymore. Mary Luisa was right. He was a scum from hell.

  She turned her back to him, covering her lips, trying to wipe off the kiss last night.

  This is a mistake, and it must be corrected before the mistake is added to it. How many people have lost their lives because of a moment of confusion and infatuation.

  Is Josephine really stupid? She was just fainted by love, look at their current dress, just like ordinary citizen couples.

  For Napoleon, it was a drag game, but for others it was a daily life.

  If ordinary citizens find adultery, they will fight for a long time. They will not follow the upper-class society. Each has an extramarital relationship, and the marriage is only superficially maintained.

  She wants to protect the glory of marriage. Everything before is the price paid in exchange for freedom, that's it.

  Perhaps it was because she walked in an amazing manner. Everyone in the palace avoided her. It didn't take long for her to arrive at the Houjian Hall. Mr. Jenner put on a full set of clothes this time, unlike the last time he only wore a vest.

   "Good morning." Pomona greeted Mr. Jenner with a sweet smile.

   "Good morning, Miss Giorgioanna." Mr. Jenner kissed her finger, and then spotted Napoleon behind her. He looked at him with a surprised expression, "First in power, you are dressed..."

   "You can call me Wisense, Mr. Jenner." Napoleon bowed politely. "I suggest you better put on your boots. We will walk in Paris later."

   "Why?" Mr. Jenner asked strangely.

"Because you will see the real situation in Paris." Napoleon directly exposed his shortcomings. "Pandemic prevention is closely related to the harsh environment. Compared with London, many streets in Paris are not paved with sidewalks. Such street hygiene and road conditions are very bad. Without a sound sewer system, there will be a lot of dirt. Shoe shiners have become a big industry in Paris. Voltaire once said that Paris is like a sculpture of Nebuchadnezzar, with gold and sludge coexisting."

  "Have you seen Voltaire?" Jenner said in surprise.

   "I am not the kind of general who can only fight wars. I like literature very much. I wanted to be a novelist. Of course I have read Voltaire's works." Napoleon said with a smile.

  Pomona shuddered a little, she hugged Mr. Jenner's arm tightly.

  "How are you? Miss?" Mr. Jenner asked with concern.

  Pomona didn't know whether it was Mr. Jenner was a ghost, or for other reasons, but she didn't feel the kind of aura that Napoleon had.

  Enrico Dandolo is really lucky, not living in the same era as Napoleon. If Napoleon led the French army, Enrico’s strategy would not succeed.

  How could the lagoon around Venice block Napoleon’s army?

  Genius is like a meteorite, destined to burn himself to illuminate his era.

  She seemed to see a mass of burning meteorites standing in front of her.

   Isn’t it scary to see a satellite hit the earth? So it is normal for her to feel fear.

  What fortifications of humans can block meteorites?

  It is only a matter of time before the fortress is breached. I hope her reinforcements will arrive as soon as possible.

  (End of this chapter)