Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1261 "Quick Gunner"

  When Georgiana and Leon Coul arrived at St. Luke’s Palace, Napoleon was practicing guns at the training ground.

  He is wearing a military uniform today with a gray jacket. The soldiers surrounding him are dressed more glamorously than him.

  Want to stand out from the crowd does not have to be more gorgeous than anyone else. For example, one of the onlookers dressed like a peacock.

   But he obviously lost Napoleon by more than one aura.

   Originally aggressive, Georgiana, who was planning to find him desperately, calmed down.

  At this moment, he is not a man, but a leader of a country. The way he shoots with a gun is very suitable for printing propaganda.

  When he was doing business, even if she was a reasonable party, she would be considered unreasonable by the people around her, so she had to stand in the distance with Mr. Leoncourt and wait.

   didn't know if his marksmanship was not good, but he fired a few shots without hitting the bullseye.

   "That's a Prussian gun." Mr. Leoncourt said to Georgiana, "Prussian shooting speed is very fast, it can shoot four times a minute."

   "The aim is inaccurate, what's the use of shooting faster?" Pomona muttered.

  She understood what Napoleon was thinking now.

  Prussia was once one of the countries that took advantage of the chaos and planned to carve up France.

  In history, Napoleon invaded Prussia, but she didn’t know which year,

  Bullying is certainly not good, but Prussia has a record of defeating France in the Seven Years’ War, which makes them arrogant. In order to pursue the rate of fire, they abandoned the most critical accuracy of shooting.

  Napoleon saw the "opportunity". He had always been very accurate in grasping the opportunity. This general played the war with an artistic effect.

  It is difficult for her to associate the majestic and majestic people with ordinary people at this moment.

  When he had finished speaking with the officers, a second lieutenant reminded him that someone was waiting for him.

  He turned his head and found Georgiana, with a delightful smile on his face.

  He passed the gun in his hand to his entourage, and then walked straight towards her.

  It is difficult not to feel vanity at this moment, but she still remembers what she is here for.

   "You look good in this one." He praised her new dress on her "Do you like it?"

   "I have a question for you." She said coldly, and walked to the grove first.

  Napoleon followed her unhurriedly, and it didn't take long for him to reach a corner no one could see.

   "You..." She was about to turn around and curse, but she was embarrassed.

   "Miss me?" he said affectionately.

  She knew there were reasons for those unhealthy dreams last night.

  Before getting lost in the mood, she pushed him away and slapped the great General Bonaparte.

   "Why are you hitting me this time?" He touched his face and asked inexplicably.

   "How did the moss on your body come from?" She pointed to his ankle and said.

"what?"

  "Did you infect me with any disease!" She said a little excitedly, "I have always been clean and self-conscious, but you have been with so many women..."

   "What!" Bonaparte used the roar of the lion reprimanding the man this time.

   "Woohoo." Georgiana covered her face and cried.

  Although there are many diseases, Muggles and wizards are not contagious, such as the Black Death, but who knows whether other diseases will be transmitted.

  This is God's true punishment for her derailment in marriage.

   "It's just ordinary moss." He said impatiently, "You think too much."

  She still beat up the stinky bastard.

   "Now that the disease is so prevalent, how do you know if they are not?"

   "What do they have to do with me?"

  Georgiana wanted to beat him again.

  However, he raised his hands, but he didn't dare to slap him down. His eyes looked scary.

  If her magic power is restored, why should she be afraid of a Muggle?

   "You want to say this when you come to see me?" General Bonaparte asked.

   "No." She grabbed the collar of his coat and kissed him forcefully.

  He is not a clean person, even his character is poor, and he has robbed someone else’s wife more than once.

  But he is really a super smart bastard.

  He is a conqueror, not good at maintenance. After a while, he will have a new goal, and then forget her.

  He demolished other people’s families, but he didn’t feel that he was at fault. It is said that many people hate this kind of person.

  But she remembered him mentioning the tent and the expression of soldiers sleeping in the camp. The dangerous army that others feared represented warmth in his eyes. His soldiers were all his sons.

  Some of these "sons" have left with disabilities, while others have left traumas in their hearts, and ordinary citizens are afraid of them.

  War not only brings glory, but also changes a person’s destiny. It is not a change for the better. It takes a long process for them to start their lives again. Not everyone is as lucky as General Bonaparte.

   After this kiss, he became gentle again, even holding her hands and kissing her fingertips.

   "I want to use the money you gave me to do charity."

   "Use whatever you want."

   "I will lend as a loan to someone who went bankrupt because of the formation of a bread guild." She whispered, "Do you think I offended you by doing this?"

  He was taken aback.

  "These people also made sacrifices for the country."

   "The soldiers also made sacrifices."

   "I know, but I haven't thought of a way at the moment. They have a lot of bad habits. I can't give them the money, they will waste it."

  "Not everyone has bad habits. Some people are just too honest and don't know how to survive in a place full of treacherous people." Napoleon said softly, "Take care of them for me."

  This is their common ideal.

She is intoxicated in this unreal dream. As a like-minded person, his courtesy to Mr. Jenner may be to borrow his reputation, but there are elements of genuine admiration, otherwise he would not keep in front of Mr. Jenner. Etiquette.

  The last time he was on the carriage, in front of the two secret police, he acted like a gangster. He didn't seem to be a hero at all.

   "Why do you like to hit me so much?" he said with a smirk.

   "You should have been beaten." She pinched his arm vigorously. "If I get a strange disease, I will want you to look good then!"

  As a result, he laughed happily and picked her up and turned around.

   "What are you doing! Let me down!"

  Waiting for another two turns, perhaps the civilian general was really out of strength, so he put her on the ground again.

   "We have a disease, an idealist disease." Napoleon said with a cold face, "They are all so naive and ridiculous, and they must be cured in reality."

   "That's why we met in the world of dreams." She said helplessly.

   "You should go back." He whispered, "That person loves you too."

   "He has another woman in his heart."

  He said with some pain, "Josephine always said that I had another lover. I always thought it was her random thoughts, just like she said there was the ghost of Marie Antoinette in the Tuileries."

   "A woman feels very accurate."

   "Then how do you feel now?"

   "You have to do that." Georgiana said, "Avoid the riots from spreading."

"anything else?"

   "You are scared." She said softly, "You are both a JD like those lawyers."

   "The thing I am most proud of is not my 40 victories, but my code." He continued softly, "Have you read it?"

   "The divorce..." Her forehead was flicked.

   "Why hit me?" She clutched the bullet.

   "What do you think?" he asked rhetorically.

   "A woman must do what she wants to do, why not leave!" She hid her feet and said.

   Bonaparte turned and left as if she felt hopeless.

  "Is this the last time we met?" Georgiana asked.

   "If you don't leave, you won't be able to go back." He said with his back to her, looking very heroic.

   "Where are the people you let me take care of?"

  He stopped moving forward.

   "Let's try something different from before?" Georgiana said, "It's just dreaming anyway."

   "Okay." He promised, "You don't leave at all, too."

   "You just said let me go, but you wouldn't actually let me go, right?" Georgiana said, "How can I let go of things that are hard to get."

  "Do you know what is the scariest thing about someone who fully understands you?" Napoleon looked back at her, "You seem to have a mind-reading skill."

   "That trick is called sensationalism."

   "I love you, spirit of midnight." He said firmly.

"only these?"

   "What else do you want?"

  She bit her finger and thought.

  Napoleon shook his head and left.

   "Do you still have that habit? Thinking about the current affairs three or four months ago?" She asked behind him.

   Just when she thought he would not answer, and she was about to leave, he said, "I can't think of anything except you, why does he always rob me."

   "I think Severus thinks you robbed him."

   "Then it depends on who can win over who." He spit on the ground, and then walked towards his army.

  (End of this chapter)