Harry Potter Morning Light

Severus and the vampire Giovanni listened to Napoleon's impassioned speech below, but did not applaud with the others, shouting "Glory to France".

When Lucien Bonaparte entered the city, he brought a lot of booty from Portugal. After France invaded Portugal, it did not spread any civilization, but did everything that robbers should do. It's just that the Portuguese army has no ability to resist, and the civilians must organize themselves to resist.

"Where's Lucien Bonaparte?" Severus asked Giovanni.

"There." Giovanni said, pointing to a young man in a black coat who looked like an ordinary civil servant.

"I thought it was a celebration party for him," Severus said.

"Who dares to steal the limelight from the First Consul." Giovanni said in a low voice, "Even if he is Napoleon's own brother."

After the applause ended, people put on their masks one after another, and the masquerade began.

Napoleon walked straight towards Josephine. According to the protocol, he had to dance the first dance with the first lady. After Mr. Jenner finished dealing with it, he walked towards a woman in a dark red silk evening dress.

The red was so deep that it almost turned black, and she didn't wear jewelry on her body, only a black swan pendant.

"That's her, isn't it?" said Giovanni. "She's wearing a wig?"

For the old ceremonies were again practiced in France, and foreign envoys began to wear court attire, silk stockings and wigs.

"No, that's the original color of her hair." Severus said, his tone was very calm, not at all affectionate, which disappointed Giovanni who was expecting a good show.

"She wears only one jewel. What's so special about that necklace?" asked Giovanni.

Severus took out the white swan necklace from his neck.

"A couple?" said Giovanni in surprise.

Severus tucked the necklace back around his neck.

"I seem to understand who the new guy whose head is worth 300,000 francs is." Giovanni said with a tut.

"Are you going to betray me?"

"I just bought a ticket for 300,000 francs." Giovanni sighed, "A few people are as lucky as me to watch such a good show."

"You should go." Severus took out his mask, which was a golden mask bought in Venice.

"No," Giovanni grumbled.

"The Scavengers may enter the arena when there is trouble later, and they will not let you go, a vampire." Severus said, "There will be opportunities in the future."

"Sir, can you tell me your real name?"

Severus ignored him, and he quickly disappeared into the ball crowd.

"Good luck, Casanova," Giovanni said in the direction in which Severus disappeared, before turning to leave.

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The masquerade began, and according to the established etiquette, Napoleon and Josephine danced the first dance, and then the others could dance as much as they wanted, and of course he danced a very boring minuet.

Napoleon may have been about the same height as Josephine, but if the difference in height between men and women is not too large, then the average man will appear shorter. Pomona thought it was very funny to see him dancing minuet so solemnly, like a child wearing a soldier's costume on Halloween with his mother, but now Mr. Jenner's expression is very serious, she dare not laugh Too exaggerated.

The celebration feast had nothing to do with the two Englishmen, and no one invited Pomona to dance, unless Napoleon and Josephine came to invite her after dancing.

He didn't leave an exclusive "n" on her like he did with his belongings, but everyone's hearts have already branded this mark on her. The middle-aged people turned a blind eye to her, while the young people stared at her and discussed, looking a little eager to try.

This is another strange hobby of men. They are particularly curious about powerful women. Maybe Josephine's little boyfriend just wants to taste what it's like to be a national hero woman, but after tasting it, his life may not be saved.

Even if they knew it was a poisonous apple, but it looked very attractive, even if they would die if they ate it, some people would try it.

Pomona was not interested in those "little prodigal sons". What she was interested in was a man wearing a golden mask who was watching her from the crowd.

The mask was exactly the same as the one Severus wore in Venice, even the figure was not much different, and she couldn't see the color of his eyes clearly from too far away, but she felt a strong attraction that made her There was simply no way to look away.

"Good evening, Georgiana."

A man in black suddenly appeared and blocked Pomona's sight.

She looked at the man. He had a Napoleon-like face, very Bonaparte style, a Greek nose, and a firm chin, but he was much taller than Napoleon.

"I'm Lucien Bonaparte. I just came back from Spain." Lucien kissed the back of Pomona's hand. "We finally meet."

"I'm sorry, I..." She shook her head in confusion.

"My brother wrote about you, a 'daring little man'." Lucien gestured to Pomona's height, "It's really short."

Pomona frowned.

How can the Bonaparte family produce some strange people.

"Take this." He forced a heavy gold bracelet into her hand, "This is a meeting gift."

Mr. Jenner stared this way.

"I don't want to take it," Pomona said.

"Because it has blood on it?" asked Lucien.

"That's right," Pomona replied.

"You, Britain, are not all kind to the colonies. Why are you qualified to condemn us?" Lucien looked at Edward Jenner arrogantly. "Do you still have any memory of the Bengal famine that happened in 1770?"

The good-natured Mr. Jenner looked on the point of being offended by this daring young man.

"We are not like you, who plundered the occupied land without restraint. You have made Bangladesh almost a hell on earth with no people in it, and even basic survival cannot be guaranteed."

"What about robbing an unarmed person with a gun? What's the difference between you and a robber?" Mr. Jenner shot back.

"Enough!" Pomona intervened between the two. "Dance with me, Lucien."

"I don't dance minuet, it's too boring." Lucien said, "I heard you can dance waltz."

In fact, Pomona can only dance the waltz.

"That's right."

"Then let's dance together for the next dance." Lucien asked Pomona to hook his arm. "Let me introduce my family to you."

Pomona glanced back at Mr. Jenner, who was in a rage, and felt that it would be better not to ask him for help at this time, so she followed Lucien.

Lucien made people feel frivolous and jumpy, as if there was nothing he dared to do. He introduced "family" to Pomona in a teasing tone.

"See that cardinal? That's our uncle Fish, who used to be archdeacon in Corsica, and who made a fortune as a military supplier when Bonaparte was in Italy, fog. After the coup d'etat, he dealt with the church on our behalf, and he became a cardinal in two years, does your family have any priests?"

Pomona thought of the fat friar, and if he was here and alive, Pomona was almost certain that his regretful dream of becoming a cardinal would be realized immediately.

"No." Pomona shook her head.

"You can say as much as you like, if you have family members in England, you can bring them to France, no matter what laws they have committed in England, they can get asylum here." Lucien said, "You eloped with someone From France, right?"

"We are legally married."

"Bonaparte has declared your marriage annulled."

"Your name is also Bonaparte."

"I don't know how to call him by his first name. Do you know what it means to call him by his Christian name?"

Pomona thought quickly.

Lucien waited patiently.

There are many names of kings in history books, such as Charles IV and Louis XVI, but Pomona heard from the fat friar that only emperors would be called by their Christian names.

The Roman emperor was far away from her, and she had no mood to study it at all, not to mention that the fat monk was joking at the time, saying that now everyone is a little emperor who calls each other by his Christian name.

The Christian name not only means intimacy, but also a symbol. To call Napoleon Bonaparte "Napoleon" means that he wants to proclaim himself emperor. People with political life like Lucien cannot call him casually.

Even if he is Napoleon's younger brother, he can call Napoleon by his Christian name like Paulina and the others.

Sometimes Polina and the others were not sure how to address Napoleon, and called him "my second brother". She never thought that a title could have so many meanings.

"Calling him 'my lion', even if you are not used to it at first, you will get used to it after calling him too much." Lucien patted the back of Pomona's hand, "Remember to bring a nasal sound, he likes you calling him that gone."

Pomona wanted to slap this Bonaparte.

"You actually told him that he would become the baboon king." Lucien smiled, but said coldly, "In your eyes, we French are all baboons?"

"No."

"He likes you, so I forgive you for being outspoken, but if you have another time, I can't guarantee whether he will get angry. This time I reminded you, next time you remind me, I still have a wife at home Wait, I don't want to die in Paris."

"Your marriage seems to have been annulled by him," Pomona said.

"That's what we have in common, and I thought we'd have a little bit of a common language."

Pomona tries to figure out the logic of Lucien Bonaparte, what does he mean?

"Oh, this song is over." Lucien said lively, "Let's go, let's go dancing."

So Pomona was dragged into the dance floor passively by Lucien Bonaparte, and danced a waltz that was sure to displease Napoleon.