Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1242 I’llseethee

  The manor that Napoleon gave to "Miss Giorgioanna" is near the Palace of Versailles. It once belonged to the Marquise of Maintenon, the second wife of Louis XIV.

  Just like what Mr. Jenner said-"Really generous." Maybe Hogwarts would be so big without the forbidden forest.

  The place is so big that Pomona may live alone. She may still be afraid, but Napoleon intends to transform it into a medical school, and it may also serve as a hospital in the future. It would be okay to look at it this way.

  Mr. Jenner has lived here in the last few days. He wants to count the property of "Georgina". In addition to the manor, there is a very luxurious horse farm, shooting range, dog shed, and a fountain that can be used as a swimming pool.

The fountain is almost as big as the artificial lake. Pomona's mind is a little dizzy when she thinks that these belong to her. Compared with this, Severus uses unicorn horn powder to pave the road. Handwriting.

  The carriage has to go through a straight road from the entrance to the manor. It is four to five hundred meters long. There are many sculptures in the woods on both sides of the road, all of which are the images of ancient Roman soldiers. If Napoleon had taken her to see this manor early, she might have agreed, and the lavish shots were no longer arrogant.

  After a day of continuous shocks, Mr. Jenner was already very tired, and he rested in the car as soon as he got in the car. Later, when he was about to arrive, Pomona woke him up.

  The guards escorted them. After the carriage stopped, someone opened the door for her, and then helped her down, as if she was a noble lady like Rose.

  The cool wind awakened her head stunned by the carriage at night. All of this may exist, but it is also illusory. This is just the world in the mirror.

On the other side, Mr. Jenner was helped by two guards and got out of the carriage. At this time, the servants in the manor came out to greet them. She roughly counted them. There are about a dozen people. It is possible to maintain such a large manor. It's a bit difficult, but she has no energy to study it carefully.

  She wants a bed, she will take a rest immediately, and I will talk about it tomorrow!

   Then she felt strange again, is it already dawn in the real world? Can she go back then?

  Of course, her room is the master bedroom, which is the former queen suite. Under the luxurious silk curtain is a large, wide and soft bed with a gift box on it.

  Pomona opened the box and found that it was a wooden jewellery box. The jewellery box contained a set of diamond jewelry, earrings, bracelets and necklaces composed of emeralds and rubies, which almost dazzled her eyes.

  Sometimes you can’t blame women for being too material.

   Pomona sighed and put the jewelry box aside, trying to make her dizzy head sober. Several women could resist such a "fiscal attack."

  She touched the black swan pendant on her neck, and did not intend to change it, then picked up the earrings and tried them on. The intricate and gorgeous diamond earrings did not match her necklace.

   Then she tried the bracelet again, it was still too gorgeous, and finally she came to the conclusion that it is not suitable for daily wear.

   "What's the use of giving me things that I can't wear daily." She frowned and whispered, and then threw the jewelry box aside.

  But she thought about it again, and refused the general’s kindness directly, I was afraid that it would hurt his heart that had been hurt by love, so she found a page at the desk in the bedroom and planned to write a letter.

  Until the ink left a dot on the paper, Pomona did not write a word.

  Is she "cheating"?

  The snowflake earrings Severus gave her used black magic. As long as he got close, her ears would become hot.

  Napoleon liked the rose blush on Josephine's face, so Pomona also applied it. They all seemed to like shy women.

  She shook her head, put down the pen, and called the maid to come in and help her clean up. This was something that a person could do in the 20th century, because there was no running water and she needed help.

  When the maid came in, she glanced at the jewellery box on the bed, her brows frowned without a trace, and then she fetched water for Pomona casually.

  This awakened her. It was not that she was afraid that the maid would steal the jewelry box, but that she mistakenly thought that she was as greedy as the mistresses.

  Jewelry is a curse, how can she explain clearly to the maid?

   "Can you find a guard over here." Pomona said to the maid.

   "Yes, miss." The maid lowered her head and said, put down the hot tub, and left her bedroom.

  Now she didn’t want to write, but she couldn’t do it anymore, but after thinking about it for a long time, she found that she was exhausted and couldn’t figure out how to write properly.

  Well, she can’t write words like the stars above her head, but she can recite poems, so she wrote Shakespeare’s poems on the letter paper:

  The ring worn by the queen on the throne is respected even for the cheapest gems.

  The same flaws that appear in you are also worshipped as truth.

  If the wild wolf takes the face of a sheep, how many sheep will be lured by the wild wolf.

  If you are willing to use all your power, how many people who admire you will be abducted by you.

  You are mine, and my glory belongs to you, good night, my lion.

  After finishing writing, Pomona plans to burn it with blazing flames.

  Her cheeks were hot, and she was about to tear it off, when the called guard came, and he stood there straight, as if waiting for her at any time.

  "Give this to General Bonaparte." Pomona handed the jeweled wooden box to the guard in front of the maid.

   "The general ordered us to protect your safety." The guard said in a murmur, just not reaching out to take the jewelry box.

   "And this." Pomona handed the letter she just wrote to the guard "You are not allowed to peek!"

  The Guards glanced at Pomona’s flushed face, and finally took the wooden box away.

  When he turned and left, the maid standing outside the door walked in and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't the lady accept that gift?"

  Not because of you!

  But Pomona looked at the mirror and did not dare to say that her face at the moment was rosy without applying blush.

   "It's too expensive." She said dryly, "I don't have the right clothes to match it."

  "Do you want me to help you remove the necklace from your neck?" the maid asked again.

   "No." Pomona stroked the black swan "Just let it stay here."

  She thought that this night was over, but soon after she went to bed, she knocked on the door again.

   Pomona put on his nightgown to open the door, and found that the guard who had gone to deliver the letter had returned. He handed a letter to Pomona, and then left after a military salute.

  She opened the letter, and there was a striking "n" on the letter paper, which was Napoleon's mark.

  At first, she thought he would write "a thousand kisses" again, but he only wrote one line.

  Good night, queen on the throne.

  Pomona felt sorry for the soldier who delivered the letter. He ran back and forth from Versailles to the Tuileries in the middle of the night, so tired like an owl for what?

  "You should stop dreaming!" Pomona wailed, then plunged into the quilt and rolled, not falling asleep until late.

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   "This is where I live." Giovanni took Severus back to his apartment.

  All the shutters were closed, and no light could penetrate. Although it was luxurious and depressing, Severus didn't care about it.

  He directly found an empty room, and then closed the door.

   Giovanni looked at the closed door, unable to speak for a while.

   "What a weird person." Giovanni muttered, and went back to the study to complete the unfinished architectural design draft.

  (End of this chapter)