Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1254

   On the night of July 14, 1789, when there was a tsunami-like roar and the rumble of guns from outside the palace, the nervous Louis XVI asked the left and right in fear, "Is this a rebellion?"

  At this time, a duke replied, "No, Your Majesty, this is a revolution."

  The Duke who answered Louis XVI’s question was Miss Giorgioanna’s new guardian, La Rochefouco Leoncourt, a dignified citizen in a carriage that looked funny like a clown to the public. He was elected to the three-tier parliamentary representative in 1789 and belonged to the liberal nobles headed by Lafayette politically.

  There are many factions in the French Revolution. Although there are similarities, they are not all the same. The liberal aristocracy has some overseas colonial plantation aristocrats, but more of them are business owners engaged in mining and metallurgy. Napoleon’s army needed guns, and the manufacture of guns needed metallurgy and mining. As the remnants of the Jacobins, he became close partners with the nobles who had accompanied Louis XVI before. It should be more "shocking" to go out.

  However, their relationship is like this. The wealth of the nobles needs the protection of the soldiers, and the equipment of the soldiers and the luxurious life of the senior officers also need the financial support of the nobles. Now they have to join a class of financiers who are also the objects of marriage of the new noble officers.

As the Egyptians said, turquoise cannot be eaten as food, no matter how valuable it is. The Baltic Sea is an important food producing country. They do not produce food. The French mainland is destined to be a poor harvest. It will only be reflected after a month of autumn harvest. At that time The whole world was looking for supplies everywhere, and when the food was shipped to the people's riots, it was over, and it happened to be cheap for the new rulers to buy people's hearts.

  In view of the current active performance of the royalist party, it is tantamount to making a wedding dress for Louis XVIII.

Originally, the situation in Paris was not so bad. The food for one pound and seven sous in towns outside Paris was controlled to sell about 2 sous in Paris. Of course, smart people knew that the cheap food from Paris should be shipped out of the city to sell. It just so happens that residents in the city have demand for foreign commodities, and a smuggling industry chain has been formed.

  Monarch theory once said that if you act generously just to gain a reputation for generosity, then this behavior will harm you instead.

  In the nine years of the Republic, Napoleon once asked the "great man" Leoncourt citizen at the reception established by the Paris Charity, if it is not for profit and vanity, what is the use of generosity?

Napoleon was a very sensitive person, which caused him to be very suspicious sometimes. Leoncourt replied that Louis XVI was a benevolent monarch, but the reputation of benevolence will not make the army fearful, not to mention that no one will fail to fulfill it. Work with the check.

  Since then, these old-time aristocrats who were marginalized or fled overseas began to walk the streets of Paris with integrity as philanthropists.

  The emperor’s methods are insignificant. Louis XIV led a luxurious life, so that the country lords didn’t even think about rebelling. The king made them obedient with gold coins and creditor’s rights.

  It costs money to do good deeds, and it may even deplete family property, but the truth is similar to spending money and gaining a reputation for generosity. All the women who have been with Napoleon will not have a bad life. A woman may not care about jewelry or luxury houses, but how many people can resist this kind and pure reputation?

   Obviously Bonaparte is still unsatisfied after getting the actual relationship. He is still attacking. "Georgiana" now hopes that he can spend his mind on other places instead of himself.

  A monarch who is usually shrewd and dizzy at critical moments is worse than a monarch who is usually dizzy at critical moments.

  She also dealt with emotional disputes in school, usually due to rivals in love, which developed into gang fights, and at worst, it was just a school confrontation.

The granary was well guarded. Napoleon also guessed that Severus might attack the granary, so he sent the Scavengers to guard it. However, I don’t know if Severus was clever or the mercenaries had other intentions. In short The "seeds" of several granaries sprouted overnight.

  The mercenaries are unreliable. He knows this, but he can't find the French own wizards. The Free Stonemason Alliance has contacted some wizards, but they are mainly stonemasons, and they don't know much about the wizarding society.

  If the previous terrorist acts in the slaughterhouse and the big market can only be regarded as a small mess, moving the granary is moving the scales of Napoleon Bonaparte.

  All the secret police, spies, and informants in various places were told that to find the saboteur in Paris, his bounty was increased from 300,000 francs to 350,000 francs.

The problem is that Napoleon didn’t know what Severus looked like. He only remembered that he had a scar on his neck. Sooner or later, the civilians in the city would be aware of the abnormalities in such a big-and-white search. So the citizens of Leoncourt ran for the guardian. The identity of "Georgiana" was sent to the Tuileries Palace.

  Fun Jun is a slander worse than a tyrant, and the Jun Jun is often related to one or two beauties. Pomona never dreamed that she would one day be a "disaster" for the country and the people.

  She felt that she was having a ridiculous and funny dream, and when she woke up she was still in the herbalism greenhouse at Hogwarts.

Because she was in a hurry, she didn’t change the velvet skirt she wore when she was working. It was also made in France. It is not a luxury product as expensive as silk, but it is not a cheap weaving cloth like gebu, and it is a kind of military uniform. Cloth.

   Like a new firefighter, she was brought to the scene of the "fire" by an experienced Leoncourt citizen, in the **** meeting hall on the right wing of the Tuileries Palace.

The last time she went to the Doge’s Palace in Venice, she felt that the palace was too empty and there was no furniture inside. Now she knew where the chairs and tables where the Venetian children of the sea had gone. They were all in Duile. In the palace, a high-ranking French official is currently sitting under his buttocks.

  "Your Excellency Bonaparte has been scolding for two hours." The guardian said to Pomona, "Please help those poor people."

  She still dare not go in.

  Empty house and large meeting room full of seats are two different things.

   Just when she hesitated, Napoleon’s secretary first spotted her.

  Napoleon’s first secretary, Brian and Napoleon, were classmates. They were also 30 years old. He applied for retirement due to exhaustion and stress. He was later appointed as the ambassador to Norway to cultivate his body and mind.

The secretary who took over him usually didn’t last long. Although it’s an honor to be Napoleon’s secretary, Pomona didn’t remember if the secretary met in St. Luke last time. The other party recognized her anyway. , The secretary whispered a few words in Napoleon's ear. Just now he put his hands in his pants and pointed to the noses of those high-ranking officials. The Corsicans who roared as if firing a gun were immediately quiet.

  He looked back at Pomona, her eyes terrifying and gloomy, completely devoid of the gentleness of the past.

  "Do you need a rest? Your Excellency?" the secretary asked earnestly. Those high-ranking officials also looked at Bonaparte eagerly. It seemed that these scolded people needed more rest.

   "Continue in ten minutes."

  Without the secretary’s announcement, all senior officials immediately stood up, and the committee suddenly heard the muffled noise of wood rubbing the floor.

  She hid aside, so that the officials who participated in the meeting could quickly evacuate. Some continued to talk, and others looked at her curiously when they passed by. In the end, only Napoleon was left in the overcrowded committee.

  He not only knows snuff, but also smokes, but instead of a cigarette, he smokes with a pipe.

  If she cares about his smoking problem at this time, she definitely thinks that her life is too long.

  After the secretary left, she walked in without closing the door.

  Napoleon’s position is in the middle of the conference hall, not the farthest and most noble place from the door, where he can be heard by everyone.

She walked up to him, took the pipe in his hand and took a rusty sip. The way the tobacco leaves are fermented is different from modern ones. The taste is more irritating. If you smoke it slowly, it doesn’t matter. Choking.

  She felt lazy all over, but she was very clear-headed, and after a taste, she returned the pipe to him.

   "Snatching other people's property and wives and children will definitely provoke enemies to yourself. You know you still do it, don't you think you are stupid?"

  Napoleon continued to smoke.

  Georgiana pressed his shoulders. His muscles were not as thick as Severus, and his shoulders were not broad, so his head was very big.

   "You can let me go." She said tiredly, "It's not yet the point where you must kill me to vent the anger of the people."

   "Who does he know in Paris?" Napoleon asked gloomily.

   "You know men, don't take home anything outside and tell them."

  He let out a long sigh of relief, "I thought this time it would be as easy as last time."

  Pomona suddenly thought of his little Cleopatra and her husband, a lieutenant who had been promoted for contributing to her wife.

   "He is a very stubborn person, do you know the anti-French alliance?"

  The first ruler of the rebellious France smiled, showing his teeth that were fairly white and neat.

   "We also have an anti-dark magic alliance there, but he always insists on using black magic, even if his beloved woman parted ways with him for this."

   "Are you not his beloved woman?"

   "Do you think you love me?" Pomona asked Napoleon.

  He looked at her in surprise.

"If there is no problem of ownership and one thing can be shared, then there is nothing to be contentious. It is precisely because you want to be exclusive, so there is contention. Socrates and Plato advocated the abolition of private ownership, so that everyone should not be divided between you and mine. ..."

   "What a theorist." Napoleon interrupted her contemptuously.

"I know you support private ownership. That's why the bourgeoisie thinks you are so cute." She pinched his Greek nose. "Mr. Leoncourt told me just now that the problem of ending with money is not a problem. , Can you not be the same as the commander at the Battle of Toulon, the first thing after you take office is to clean up the inside?"

   "He is like a rock in my boots, always annoying me there."

   "If I make you happy, can you let him go?" Pomona smiled and squeezed his shoulders teasingly.

   "Is he worthy of you?" Napoleon said unhappily.

  She whispered in his ear.

  He smiled ambiguously.

  Georgiana picked him up and told him to leave the **** meeting.

"You can rest for an extra fifty minutes." Pomona said to them as they passed the secretary and Mr. Leoncourt who were guarding the door, and then took Napoleon's hand to Duile as if holding a pet lion. The left wing of the palace walked.

   "I find that you intellectuals are all hypocrites." The Corsican dictator said, "You have to find an excuse for doing dishonorable things."

   Pomona slapped him with a slap.

   "If you change someone, I would rather die." She said painfully, "My soul has been defiled by you."

  She said and cried.

  It’s just bread. No food can be shared in Hefpaff, but it has become a terrible thing here, and people can kill for it.

  A pair of arms embraced her.

  "Why am I so special?" he asked softly.

   Pomona thought of the Medusa raft and the nobles who abandoned the boat.

   "I know you must think I'm very empty talk, but if things really get to the point where they are really bad, I don't want you to flee like Louis XVI."

   "Because the purple robe is the most beautiful shroud." He said without even thinking about it.

   "I can not be a queen, but you can't be a deserter."

  She looked at him uncompromisingly, and then Napoleon took the lead to look away.

   "I like hermaphrodite women." He looked at her from his feet with a bright gaze. "It's a masterpiece."

  "I may not be fertile. I am older than Josephine."

   "You look up to 20 years old."

   "That's because of this." She pointed to the black swan pendant, "I will grow old when I take it off."

"I do not believe."

  "You can try it later, it's your turn, whether you choose happiness or truth."

  He looked straight into her eyes, and directly raised his hand to pull out the necklace.

  (End of this chapter)