Harry Potter Morning Light

Pomona remembered the last time she wore a pearl barrette to a ball.

Severus needed a dance partner, and because of his concentration on experiments and his strange temper, he had few friends, let alone female friends, so he asked Albus to help him introduce a female partner.

She had asked Albus's permission to go, and she could have stayed later, but she returned to school before the clock struck midnight, ending the enchanting evening prematurely.

She wants to go back to that ball, although she is still surrounded by annoying people, but she has an ugly but very cute dance partner. And even in the future, even if Severus has other women in his heart, at least his body has not betrayed her.

She has had enough!

In the past, she laughed at the people at the ball, and she was intoxicated in the dream and didn't want to wake up. Now she is going to leave here and not be one of them. Napoleon's empire was gone in her time, and the position he promised to Severus as governor might be a joke in the eyes of Death Eaters, not to mention what place this governor governed? Is some island populated entirely by primitive people?

Even if Severus doesn't want her, she deserves it. Some mistakes can't be made once. How miserable Josephine is now is her future situation.

As she walked through the corridors of the opera house, the soprano singing came from the box, which sounded very beautiful, but she felt nothing.

She wanted to find a door and push it open just like last time, and the outside was connected to another world.

However, she suspected that what she saw after opening these doors might be something she shouldn't have seen. Apart from socializing, the Opera House is also a good place for clandestine trysts.

"I shouldn't have come." She whispered, thinking of a solution to the current predicament, Major General Narbonne Lara chased after her, but Madam Talian did not follow.

"lady……"

"Don't call me that," Georgiana said disgustedly.

Narborna Lara was silent for a while and said, "Are you planning to go back to the palace?"

"No."

"Then what are you going to do?"

She curled her lips in disgust, she didn't even want to say anything.

"If you put on such a pose, even Da Vinci can't draw a moving portrait of you if you come back to life." A person came out from the box next to him. He had messy curly hair and a dark red dress Crumpled, it looks rather casual.

"Who are you?" She felt offended.

"Jacques-Louis David," said the man with a sneer. "Light, understand, Light!"

Georgiana woke up suddenly.

"I remember that it wasn't you who came that day..."

"That's my student."

Georgiana was terribly embarrassed.

"Why didn't you look at that painting that day in the salon?" Jacques-Louis David asked.

"Which painting?"

"The first ruler rode up past St. Bernard," said David.

Georgiana had nothing to say.

"Tell me what you think."

"How did you get him in that pose?" Georgiana said bitterly.

There is also a wooden pony in Delmid's toy. Its four legs are placed on the curved wood, and it can be rocked back and forth like a rocking chair. Like playing a nasty joke on him.

"And what about the other painting you saw?" David asked with a smile.

"Which pair?"

"Napoleon is in Italy."

In her mind, she couldn't help but see the thin young military officer in the black tuxedo, with his hands folded, who refused to communicate with others in the gloomy picture.

"Is that what you drew?" Georgiana asked.

"Not the name Jacques-Louis David," he said with a sarcasm.

"That painting looked much more real than the one on the horse, and I intended to buy it," Georgiana said.

"Why don't you buy it?"

"Every day I see a real, grumpy little bastard, why should I have his portrait on the wall."

Now David and Narbonne Lara laughed together.

"I don't like your Oath of the Horatii, but I like your death of Marat and the death of Socrates," Georgiana said to the famous painter.

"Do you like the subject of death?" David left the box, seemingly not interested in opera anymore.

"I want to burn that painting." Georgiana said very seriously.

"Why?"

"What great cause do you men want to do, why have you ever asked women what they think?" She said insincerely, the real reason was because the posture of the three brothers reminded her of the military salute in ancient Rome.

"If you want to paint a portrait, what subject do you want to use?" David looked at Georgiana.

"I don't need you to paint portraits." She pursed her lips and said, "I have my own painter."

"Who? Do I know him?"

"Of course you do," Georgiana said with a smile, "and you see each other often."

David was very confused, and Georgiana turned away with a mysterious smile.

She really didn't have time to waste time in the opera house, and planned to go back to the library to read a book under the escort of Major General Narborn Lara, but as soon as she got into the carriage, Mrs. Talian rushed over.

At first, she thought Mrs. Talian wanted to get into the carriage, but later she found that there was another person behind her, and it was Miss Desert Luo who had a relationship with Georgiana in Lyon.

Mrs. Talian took Miss Chamorro into the carriage, and then closed the door.

"I think you should listen to this," Teresa said, and then looked at Mademoiselle Chamorro. "Go ahead."

"I know it's rude to say that... Could you do us a favor," said Mademoiselle Chamorro in a charming voice.

"It depends on what you mean?" asked Georgiana.

"I have a friend I have known for many years, Miss Chevigny, she is a famous ballerina in the Opera House, but she injured her knee during a rehearsal, so she has to leave the stage for a while to recuperate. The last time we performed in Lyon, she Didn't go." Mademoiselle Chamorro whispered "Mr. Greensey, the proprietor of the theatre, is impatient with her absence. The doctors say her injury is very serious. It is difficult to say when she will return to the stage, because It was reported that she was immediately removed from the reserve list, but Miss Chevigny said that she only needed two or three weeks of rest to recover, and she and her husband, Mr. Chelle Lille, asked all the famous people they knew for help, so She found me too."

"It's considered a work-related injury for her... Forget it." Georgiana wanted to go through legal channels, but soon she changed her mind.

At this moment, she is living in the early 19th century, when there was child labor. There is no provision for labor rights in the Civil Code, and there is no labor law to rely on.

Under the circumstances, Miss Chevigny seemed to have no other option than to seek help.

"Will the couple live on her salary?" asked Georgiana.

"Monsieur Chélérier is a famous architect...she's a very good dancer, and she's been dancing all her life," explained Mademoiselle Chamorro.

"Then, has she ever thought that she has occupied the channel for others to rise?" Georgiana said coldly, "There are still many young actresses who dream of becoming a ballet principal waiting to compete for this position."

"Chevigny knows a lot of people in the Opera House." Mrs. Talian said suddenly, "She has experienced the Great Revolution and is a colleague of Talma. If you want to install someone in the theater, this is a good opportunity."

Georgiana froze, she looked at Madam Talian with completely strange eyes.

"I still remember that you were worried that you would encounter a builder who made false budgets like General Lana. If you help Shelleril, he will definitely remember your kindness." Madam Talian said firmly.

Georgiana looked at Major General Narborna Lara, who opened the closed car door, and the cold wind outside the car door dispelled the smell of perfume in the car.

"Talma is a close friend of David." Mr. Major General said, "his performance in "Charles IX" ignited the audience's passion against the monarchy, and he adapted "Othello", "Macbeth" and "Hamlet" into the form of classical French tragedy on the stage."

"Are you trying to tell me that the ballet dreams of a few low-level girls are not important?" Georgiana asked.

"Fate is unfair, Georgiana, don't be so naive." Mrs. Talian said coldly, "If I hadn't handed over that little note, I would have been guillotined."

"You think it's useful for me to pass the note?" Georgiana said in disbelief.

Mrs. Talyan laughed, "You can only know if it's useful after you hand it over, my dear, I can eat the note in the cabbage, but I chose to hand it to Talyan, and Talyan won't eat it for a few." Ballerinas stage a Thermidor coup."

Georgiana suddenly remembered something. Many people said that Ms. Chanel once said that there are many duchesses in the world, but there is only one Chanel. When she was old, Ms. Chanel said that if she really said such a thing, the Duke of Westminster would laugh at her.

So, will the Duke of Westminster stage a coup for Chanel?

Every girl wants to be the special one, and Lily Potter is the special one in Severus' eyes. Josephine was originally the special one in Napoleon's heart, but she ruined it by herself.

"Do you think I'm Robin Hood or Thulous?" Georgiana asked the people in the carriage.

"Help her." Miss Chamorro looked at Georgiana seriously and said, "Chevigny is a real artist."

"I also want to see some real performances." Madam Talian said indifferently, "I'm not interested in young women's bodies."

Georgiana stared at Major General Lara in uniform. She really couldn't rely too much on Godan Poitvin and let him do everything about the theater by himself. After all, it's better that assassinations rarely happen.

"Would you like to run for me?" Georgiana asked Major General Lara.

"Of course." The major general replied with a smile.

"I need pen and paper," said Georgiana.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Madam Talian tore off Georgiana's lace shawl, and handed it to Major General Lara, "You ask him to bring the couple to Subis Mansion to see us tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am." Major General Lara took the shawl and left the carriage.

Mademoiselle Chamorro looked at Georgiana, murmured thanks, and left too.

"It's okay for you to say that in front of her?" Georgiana asked the Madonna of Thermidor with a smile.

"I just want to say it in front of her." Mrs. Talian said with a smile, "Don't forget, General Bonaparte still wants to find that fortune teller."

Who believes that Napoleon's desire to become emperor is related to a prophecy that is not true or false.

Even though Napoleon didn't believe it, Josephine believed it, and Napoleon sometimes listened to Josephine.

Even though he knew that he might be assassinated on Christmas Day in 1800, he still couldn't resist Josephine's request and got into the carriage.

"He made you a 'landlady' for a purpose, didn't he?" Georgiana asked.

"Maybe it's because I persuaded someone to change his mind. This is his reward." Madam Talian said as cunningly as a fox. "In short, I'm back again."

"I messed up your debut?"

"I don't need an instant star." Mrs. Talian looked at the brightly lit French Opera House. "After all, I'm old."