Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1296 General Donkey

  Hifpuff Article 48: Obey the command, if you are not the leader.

  She is accustomed to obeying orders. Whether the person who ordered it is Albus or Napoleon, she will obey the orders of the leader.

  He actually tried her and doubted her intentions.

  This matter is more serious than her own inability to give birth, but the Corsican dwarf says that a woman who can give birth is the best.

  Usually she cooks food to ease her mood, but now she doesn’t want to go into the kitchen, she wants to do some “muscle” work.

  Most of the little wizards have to take the Hogwarts Express to the Witchcraft School. They take the train and play around, not thinking about how the railway came.

  Scotland has a lot of mountains and it happens to be so similar to the Alps. She wants to build a road similar to a railway in the mountains, except that the rails are replaced with wood.

   sounds easy, but in actual use, I found it difficult. Rugged mountain roads are not convenient for horses to gallop. Donkeys are used as animals to pull goods. Of course, donkeys are not as fast as horses.

  The mountain road should be repaired to fit the design of horse running, and the wheelbase of the carriage must also be unified. The wheelbase that can run ordinary trucks cannot run the gun carriage, and the carriage can not be put up after the gun carriage is set.

  The passenger car can be transformed into a troop carrier. She thought about everything for him, but he doubted her so much, she was almost mad.

  The workers are ready-made. The roof of the house will not be dead for a day, but there is not enough solid foundation in the palace.

  The land near Versailles is soft soil. Many people died when Louis XIV built the palace.

  The Alps are granite. The foundation is stable enough, but it is difficult to cut through. If the engineers are allowed to do it in order to meet the needs of the design, it will also cause casualties.

  She must compromise and retreat part of the requirements. The speed of freight does not need to be as fast as a forced march, but when a forced march is required, the track will get in the way.

  The distance between sleepers and sleepers suitable for donkey running is not suitable for horse running, and donkey suitable for horse running is not suitable. The adjustments were not appropriate, and she was so angry that she kicked the **** wood with her feet.

  She chose this "toy" to be repaired by the waterway outside the farmhouse. The gondola she was riding on was still floating on the water when she planned to escape last time. At that time, it was a Corsican who was so angry that she kicked the ground with her feet.

  She said she was leaving, but he forbade her to leave Paris.

   Selfish and willful haters, stinky **** who abuse their power, the French people should overthrow this dictator instead of admiring him.

"what are you doing?"

  The dictator took his soldiers and stood by a repaired track, looking in a particularly good mood.

  She picked up a wooden stick and was about to chase him.

  Without having to do it himself, the soldiers next to him disarmed the "weapons" in her hand.

   "What are you doing!"

   "I live in this place." He said naturally.

  She was so angry that she lost the ability to think, that she couldn't find a refutation.

   "Untie my fetters!" she yelled.

  This time he changed his head and shook his head.

   "It's as fierce as it is without magic power. You can get it if you unlock it."

  She glared at the male soldiers. These men were not the guards and did not know which department they belonged to.

  They dared not look at her, looking at the sky and the water, as if they were fascinated by the scenery of the farm.

   "Bad thing!" She was so annoyed that she was swearing, she regretted it very much, she had known a few more swear words in French.

   Bonaparte closed his eyes with enjoyment, and said triumphantly, "Continue to curse."

"are you mad at me!"

   "What did I do to make you angry?"

  She looked at the people behind him, and they had no intention of avoiding suspicion at all.

   So she stamped her foot and walked away.

   Bonaparte followed her, not in a hurry, not at all as anxious as when Louis coaxed Stephanie.

  Waiting to walk to the place where those people couldn't hear them, she stopped and looked back at him glaringly. He stood a few steps away, just not coaxing.

  She recalled her age, enough to be the mother of this young man. She seemed not qualified to enjoy the power of being coaxed by young girls.

   "I think I'm the same type of person as your soldier. I can do whatever you ask me to do, but you can't doubt me." After she calmed down, she said, "The human heart cannot withstand experimentation."

  "I have met many people, those who love money, names, and power, but I have never met you like this."

  "You can think of me as a person like Prince Eugen. I can realize my own value with you." She said bitterly, "I don't want you to tolerate him for the benefit of France. That would not be you."

   "So you want me to kill him." Bonaparte nodded understandingly. "What about your vows? Either die together or live together? Do you want to die with him after he dies?"

   "I don't want you to kill him either."

   "I really don't understand what your women think." He patiently said, "What do you want?"

  "Teapot." She said suddenly.

   "What?" he asked inexplicably.

"One time there was an uninvited visitor from my house. I didn't have any porcelain to entertain her." Georgiana said blankly. "There was still someone there, and he told me that I wanted to find a way to deal with it, and I would buy a teapot later. ."

   "There is another man?" Bonaparte shouted in surprise.

   "Are you listening to me?" She said angrily.

   "You said it." He said in a graceful manner.

   "Severus said to the guest, "We didn't invite you, what are you doing? This is what I want. It is your support. I have supported you. Have you supported me?"

  He looked at her with scrutiny eyes.

"I have been to Venice, and the locals don’t like you because you took away a lot of their artworks, but the Italians in Milan and the Papal States like you very much. They ask me to be fair. You can’t always protect the French. You said that it’s your son who listens to you. Do you want to treat the elder son and the younger son differently?"

   "What do they want to be fair?"

   "If you want to collect taxes, you just collect taxes. If you don't collect taxes, you don't collect taxes. Are you disregarding people in other places for Lyon?"

   "You tell me the truth, how much benefit do you receive from others?"

"I confiscated it. I just think it is the right thing to do. I know that your expedition to Italy is not for the happiness of the Italians. You need to stand up to ensure that your first ruling position is stable, but you accidentally did a lot of things to let I think there is hope for following you. I have had enough of profitable wars." She yelled with excitement, but Napoleon just looked at her calmly.

"We have a scholar there. He said that there is no good war and no bad peace. I think he was wrong. After only a few years, the atmosphere began to deteriorate again. I didn’t see the boy being bullied so much that he couldn’t fight back and then changed. I have to blame others and no longer believe in women and love. Do you think I feel good at the scene? If I didn't go to church then I was afraid that I would have nightmares at night and dream that it was me who was being pressed by others. I don't actually have to go through this, I There is one who is good to me..."

"He has other women in his heart." Napoleon interrupted her. "I know how you feel. I am experiencing it now. If you persuade me not to endure it for France, then I also advise you not to continue to endure it for any vows and morals. He What did you do for you worthy of you doing this to him?"

  "He saved my life! It was replaced by his own life!" She yelled excitedly and exposed the back of her neck. There was a red spot there, which Sophie found when she combed her hair.

  It reminded her of the time when St. Mungo was hospitalized, when he used a forbidden technique, and Voldemort taught him.

  The Corsican smiled.

   "How can you laugh!"

   "You like me, and you like me so much that you betrayed by the man so much. Can I be upset?" He smiled cozily and said, "I am not the one who is fascinated. Are you unable to think?"

  She covered her face and cried.

"From the time I met you, I knew that you were my goddess of luck." Bonaparte said angrily. "Do you know the characteristics of the goddess of luck? When she hopes to accomplish a great career, she The selected person will have great courage and virtue, but she does not want her power to be blocked will deceive people's minds. People who have not experienced adversity will not recognize her. If he blames luck, Blame your lazy person, then he will not be favored by chance. You think about him, I don't want you to think about it, I keep you busy except me and work, you have no time to think about anything else."

   "Why are you such a bastard?" she whimpered.

  "Only the people who assist me will help me if they know that my decision cannot be changed. Since you don’t want a status, then I will give you something else. I said that you will be the queen regent. Would you still like it now?"

   "No! I want to play!"

   "You woman... why are you so irresponsible!" Bonaparte was so angry that she was about to strangle her.

  "Why don’t you men be ashamed when women say irresponsible?"

  At first, he was so angry that he wanted to argue with her, but then he was defeated, looking helpless with her.

   "Leon, do you want to be emperor?" Georgiana asked, "Only when you are emperor can I be the queen regent."

  He calmed down and looked at her quietly.

  "Do you want to see the Crown of Thorns?"

  She nodded.

   "Then let's go." He took her hand and walked back.

  The soldiers and workers in the distance roared together, as if they did not regard him as the first in power in France.

  (End of this chapter)