Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1401 The Favored Girl of Paris (5)

  Napoleon’s adjutant led Georgiana to the study of the Archbishops of Lyon.

Napoleon was standing next to a walnut desk with his back facing her. The floor was full of paper balls. Behind the writing desk was a fireplace. The flames in the fireplace were swaying, almost illuminating the entire desk. There was a large candlestick, beside the candlestick was the sword inlaid with the King Regent’s diamonds. There were no candles anywhere else in the room, shrouded in darkness.

  He seemed to be reading a document, completely unaware that Georgiana had come in, so she had to stand there, waiting for him to turn around.

  After a while, he turned his head to look at her, his eyes looked a little scary.

  She felt embarrassed and wanted to say something about it, and then he smiled, a slightly mocking smile.

   "Do you think I dare not shoot you?"

   "What law did I commit?" she asked dryly.

  He directly drew out the sword inlaid with the regent’s gems.

  The sharp sword body and the metal rubbing sound when the sword was unsheathed made her afraid to move, but the sword didn't chop on her body, it just scratched her clothes.

  He stroked the ground very slowly, as if he was enjoying the process, and he seemed to be careful not to hurt her. When the clothes on her were torn apart, he put down the sword and looked at her with an arrogant and rude gesture.

   "Please forgive you." He said like a dignified man.

   "It's useless please." Georgiana said coldly, "That will only make me look humble."

  "Do you think you are not humble?" He teased sarcastically.

"When everyone speaks the truth to you, they will lack respect for you. If it is difficult for you not to indulge in the flattery of others, then it is difficult for me to endure others’ lack of respect. At least I'm not like your secretary, thinking you people in power are all good people." She said sarcastically.

   "You are also in power." He said with a smile.

  "Have you ever seen someone in power dressed like me?" Georgiana showed her ragged clothes, which was so rotten that even a beggar could not wear it.

Napoleon walked to a corner that was not illuminated by the fire of the fireplace. When he came back, he had a cloak in his hand. It looked very soft and thick. It was made of red and blue striped silk with a circle of white hair rolled around. , People suddenly think of the tricolor flag.

   "Take it." He said with a sword in one hand and a cloak in the other.

   "I don't want it." She trembled.

"Do you know that in ancient Rome there was an inauguration ceremony for the fortunetellers. Cicero used to prepare a banquet for them. The troupe of fortunetellers would wear an official uniform called trabea, which was embroidered A cloak with purple and scarlet stripes."

  "You have blue and red stripes."

   "Look carefully, is it really blue?"

Georgiana took his hand to look at the cloak, but before she could see clearly, he tore the only remaining fabric on her body, and then wrapped the cloak around her and sat at the writing desk. After the top spot.

   "I should change that law." He gasped and said, "Do you think this is fun?"

   "Who came up with the idea." Georgiana said coldly, "Is it you or Josephine?"

"what?"

   "Is it your or Josephine's idea to prevent me from attending social events?"

"What's the difference?"

   "I'm not you, I will do whatever she asks me to do." Georgiana teased, "You still listen to her so much now?"

  He stared at her with dark and angry eyes.

   "Even if you listen to Letizia, I am not as angry as I am now. If you give me an order not to let me go, then I now request to return to Paris. I have a lot to do over there."

   "Can't you enjoy this joyous atmosphere?" he said coldly.

"I heard that two generals from Egypt are arguing about a duel. Do you think I can enjoy happiness in this situation?" She tightened her cloak. "Those Egyptian soldiers are useful to me. They know what respect is, don't Forgot that you promised to give them 6 Axie Land."

   "Do you want to give them official positions?"

  "The Paris Agricultural Association is not an official institution yet, you can treat them as part-time jobs."

  "If you were pregnant, would you be obediently waiting for delivery at home?" he asked suddenly.

   "Your mother is fighting with you, what do you think?" she sarcastically.

  He slumped in the chair and said tiredly, "You won’t let me relax for a while?"

   "I just think about how many of those 450 representatives carry knives, Caesar." She said angrily.

  "Is this your new prediction?"

   "I'm very angry now." She glared at the arrogant little bastard, "You tell her about Jianguo and don't tell me."

   "Maybe it's because you don't pay attention to me too much." He took out the snuff box, sniffed it skillfully, and said, "Do you know how many spies are around me?"

   "Can I go?" she asked unconvincedly.

   "William Pitt Jr. wants to return Belgium to Austria." Napoleon said, "I heard that Belgium still has a lot of wasteland unclaimed. Why not give these lands to the Egyptian expeditionary army?"

  Georgiana didn’t know what to say.

   "We may have to re-sign the agreement. Do you think you can rest assured now?"

   "You guys." She looked at the medieval ceiling and shook her head. "Have you ever cared about the life and death of the people?"

  "This is my method. I will add certain clauses to the peace treaty to lay the groundwork for the next war." Napoleon suddenly said, "The peace between France and England will not last long."

   "Why are you so honest suddenly?"

   "I want you to raise my heir, but he cannot be as kind as you."

   "Do you think I will teach a Louis XVI?"

  He did not speak.

  "If you were Moses, he would be Joshua." Georgiana smiled and said, "Are you satisfied with my answer? A lion in the wilderness."

   "Stay and stay with me." He said earnestly.

   "Do you think it's worth fighting for me?" Georgiana asked.

  He did not speak.

   "Good night." She pulled her cloak and planned to leave.

   "Wait." He said again, then opened the drawer, took out a small flannel box, and placed it on the table.

  Georgina gave a weird smile, "You want to give me a ring?"

   "Open it and take a look." He said forcefully.

  Georgiana took the box in her hand and opened it. Inside was a ring inlaid with a large opal-like gemstone, but the gemstone was not a real gemstone. It sent a kind of magical rhythm.

"This is a gift from Muradbey’s wife Siti Nafisa. It used to belong to Alibey. Mamluk’s property was in the hands of their wife. She exchanged this ring for her husband. The safety of other property."

  Georgiana held the ring in her hand as if she couldn't stand the temptation.

  Its base is gold, and its pattern is Arabian plant vines. Her fingertips felt the heat from the gems.

   "Dragon's Breath." She murmured. During the Triwizard Tournament, a Hungarian hornet spit fire at a stone, and Harry hid behind the stone.

  After the game was over, a crystal similar to the gem in her hand was found when cleaning the scene. The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts had disputed over its ownership.

   "They say it has magical powers, what do you think?" Napoleon asked.

  Georgiana can’t wait to put it on.

  She felt that the magic power had returned to her body again, and a sense of satisfaction came to her. She couldn't help but ran to him happily and sat down on his lap.

   "Do you still have jewelry like this?" she asked, hooking his neck like a flattering woman.

   "Do you like it?" He smiled triumphantly.

  Georgiana nodded, "Almost as good as my last ring."

  Leon’s smile disappeared suddenly.

   "Severus can be there on call after I bring that ring, but you can't." Georgiana looked at the ring with satisfaction, "It contains powerful fire magic."

   "Can you show it to me?" he asked expectantly.

"I need to practice." She said blankly. "There used to be a duke who almost went to the guillotine during the reign of terror. When he was about to die, he used a hidden curse on his neck to survive. He also took it with him at the time. Fetters like me."

  "Do I need to unlock it?"

   "No need, I want to break the limit by myself." She transferred the realization to Napoleon's eyes, and his eyes became gray-blue, not golden like a lion.

  Did she remember wrong?

   "I can't wait to see it." He put his famous, beautiful and slender hands under her cloak.

   "We are now in the bishop's house."

   "Can fire torture really burn you to death, wizard?" Napoleon asked.

   "No." She said with some confusion, "but the guillotine and the sword are OK."

   "I heard the soldiers say that he can control the flames, how about you?"

   "My teacher is a fire magician."

"It seems that I gave this gift the right way." He let her lie on her back on the writing desk, like a painter, adjusting her cloak for a while, then adjusting her hand with the ring. "Woman in red , Do you want to use this name as your family's surname?"

   "You don't want them to call me Madame Bonaparte?"

   "There are many women by this name, but you are special."

   "You can call me sister Dina Sad, I actually don't want to be Cecilia, Sultan."

   "Then you have to tell me many interesting stories."

   "I have endless stories." She stroked his smooth cheek with her ringed hand "Do you want to hear the story or do something else?"

  He lowered his head and kissed her, obviously this is his answer.

  (End of this chapter)