Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1279 The Scale of Everything (Middle)

  In the UK, length is measured in feet and inches.

  In France, the measurement of length is meters.

   "How far is it?" Georgiana asked impatiently with her eyes covered.

   "It's 50 meters straight ahead." Her French lover said cheerfully.

   "What the **** do you want me to see?"

   "Patience! Surprise for the end."

  She was a little disturbed because her eyes were out of sight, but she still saw a little scenery through the gap between his fingers, as if they had reached the pond.

Behind her is the sound of another person's breathing. General Bonaparte is not completely without motor nerves. He is just not as tall and strong as other professional soldiers. His feet are still very flexible, and he has not stumbled because of Giorgioanna's skirt. .

  An older "old woman" still plays games played by young men with young guys. She feels guilty and exciting at the same time, because no one has played this game with her yet.

  When she was studying, she was alone, her name appeared only when the exam was announced, and she stayed in school after graduation. Which student is so courageous to cover the teacher's eyes.

  The only person his age, Severus, is a laboratory weird. He would rather spend his time studying black magic and potions without shining more sunlight.

  Siris, James, they have never made such a joke with her, which is really strange.

   About ten meters away, Bonaparte moved her hand away, her eyes adjusted, and then she found several white objects floating in the pond, which looked like foam.

  When her vision became clear again, she recognized that it was actually a few white swans.

  "A gift from the King of England, do you like it?" Leon said with a triumphant smile.

  She seemed to be petrified, motionless.

  I just thought of deer, now it’s a swan again, what's going on today?

  "Don't you like it?" he asked suspiciously.

   "I don't think I'm the kind of person who would jump and bark excitedly when he was happy." She grabbed his sleeve, tears bursting out of her eyes. "How did you know?"

"what do you know?"

   "My patron saint." She cried sobbed "My patron saint is a swan."

   "I saw you have a swan necklace on your neck, thinking you like swan." He stood still and let her cry by herself "Are you tears of joy?"

  Her mood is too complicated to describe in words.

  But she nodded anyway.

   "I thought you would be happy to see things from hometown."

  "Doesn’t Swan France also have it?"

  "This is from the King of England." He emphasized again, "Doesn't your British law stipulate that all swans in public waters are kings?"

   "Why did he give you the swan?" she asked strangely.

   "Guess." He said with an arrogant and pretentious expression.

  If Napoleon changed his clothes into Quidditch uniforms, it would be the same as the boys who had finished playing, won the game, and showed off in front of his girlfriend.

   "What did you do?"

   "We succeeded!" He was full of surprise and said, "I have raised funds for the construction of the Canal Saint-Martin. The United Kingdom bought our wheat for 70 million pounds, and our Rome can start construction."

  She was taken aback.

  She just randomly compared the Canal Saint-Martin to the water supply system in Rome, but Napoleon seemed to take it seriously.

   "What are you thinking?" He put his big head against her forehead.

   "I'm thinking about what other buildings in Rome." She said blankly, "Don't think about the Pantheon and the Colosseum."

   "You can repair the public bath, and the Senate..."

   "I think it would be better for the Senate to stay in St. Luke's Palace, and the library can be repaired."

   "The library is like a temple to you?"

  "I like to compare it to heaven... Rome was not built in a day. Justinian was too anxious. He wanted to build Constantinople into Rome in his lifetime. You can’t..."

   "I want to repair the Arc de Triomphe." He interrupted her, "Are you trying to persuade me not to waste money on unnecessary places?"

  "Are you kidding me?" She took a half step back. "The French like triumphs, but you have to win a battle first, wow, let me down..."

  Napoleon continued to hold her in circles.

  He looks gentle but he still has some strength, and Fang Zheng is enough to hold her in a circle.

  After the trouble, she calmed down again, looking at the swan in the pool with some inexplicable sadness.

   "You are thinking about him again, right?" The Corsican said, "Every time you think about him, it's that unhappy expression."

  She didn’t know how to explain to this young man.

  "If he makes you unhappy, why not leave him?"

   "He didn't make me unhappy..."

  "Then what did he do to make you happy?" He asked persistently.

  She didn’t know how to answer.

  Severus is not the kind of person who can make girls happy. She has always been like a harp that plays and sings by herself. You can have fun by yourself.

   "He is a serious person." She patted Leon's arm. "The character is gloomy and weird, not as sunny as you."

  Leon showed such an expression.

"what?"

   "He is using your sympathy." Leon smiled contemptuously. "What a vulgar trick."

   "He doesn't need the sympathy of others." Georgiana immediately accused, "It is even an insult to sympathize with him."

  He turned his head to the side resistingly, as if he didn't want to listen at all.

   "Who will sign this contract?" She asked as if there was nothing to say.

   "If you want to ask me something, you have to make me happy. Others do it."

  She wanted to slap this guy again to make him sober, and don’t indulge in the praises of others.

  But she thought about it again. She actually didn’t care so much about who was the representative who signed the contract. That person was just a representative.

  "Don't you say something?"

  "How old are you? Do you look like an adult?"

  As a result, he became even more angry.

  "When are you going to repair the Suez Canal?" She started another topic.

   "Your spy husband didn't tell you?" He said jealously.

  This is the first time in her life that she has met a jealous lover, and it feels even stranger to think that this person is Napoleon who shook the whole of Europe.

   is like an absurd dream, it's time to wake up.

"The Suez Canal is not just a river." He said unhappily. "Alexandria will become the capital of Egypt in the future. Even at the expense of Sharkiya's interests, more water must flow into the country. Heila, restoring the canal from Lahmania to Alexandria, in addition to repairing permanent fortifications, hospitals, warehouses and factories, that is a big project, and the money alone is not enough."

   "I heard that the Suez Canal could not be repaired because of the large gap between the Red Sea and the Mediterranean Sea." She said in surprise.

   "Who told you?"

  "Newspaper...don't care." She covered her forehead.

  "The technician in charge of the measurement said that it can be repaired. What we lack is funds. Your government can really control public opinion." Napoleon sneered and said, "Oligarchy without an army is also capable of this."

   "We have an army!" Giorgioanna yelled at the French dictator.

   "Hahaha." She did so and made him laugh instead.

  She really hoped that Napoleon could look at the future, how the French army was mocked by the "Britain without an army", his expression must be very wonderful.

  Later she took off her shoes again, lifted the skirt up, and then walked into the pond to touch the swans.

  The swan was afraid of people, but she was not a person, so she touched these beautiful animals.

   "Leon, come and touch it too!" She yelled at the people on the shore, and he silently shook his head.

  Then she noticed that the feathers on the swan’s wings were cut, perhaps to prevent them from escaping.

  Poor little things, they have lost their freedom, although they look beautiful floating on the water.

  But what is the point of losing the beauty of freedom?

   "He took me to many countries." Giorgioanna said to Bonaparte "Venice, Padua, Vienna..."

"One day I will take you to these places again. He is not good to you at all." Leon interrupted her again, giving orders and said, "You will talk about Venice in the future, don't mention his name again. ."

  She can’t communicate with this warlord!

  She stopped touching the swan, went ashore, put down her skirt, and left with her shoes barefoot.

  He didn't catch up this time, and she didn't bother to go back because she was also angry.

  (End of this chapter)