Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1196

"You should divorce her, brother." Polina's voice faintly heard from the closed door. "When you are away, she is not idle at all, first with the governor, then her dance teacher. , That’s the officer you drove out of the army before, he is now the supplier of the army, and this is all arranged by her."

   "That young man is not even much older than Eugene." A man's voice sounded, "They openly double-entered, as if you were already dead."

  Eu Ren was in the room, covering his ears with his hands, as if he could not hear the voice from the next room.

Lustam, that Napoleon’s newly harvested Mamluk is holding the sword that Napoleon gave him and standing silently. He is a very beautiful young man with blue eyes, like the sea. Zhanlan, it is hard to see the ancestry of the Oriental from him.

   Then Eugene started crying, as if he could not bear the pressure in his heart, and finally collapsed.

  This kind of pressure does not come from deserts and lack of water, nor does it come from enemies that may appear at any time.

   is just gossip, nothing more, not to mention they are not talking about groundless rumors.

  The boy who has just turned 17 and has not yet reached the age of 18 bears things that he should not bear at his age.

   "Don't let them beat you." Lustam said to Eugene in rusty French, "Don't forget who is connected to you."

   "Shut up!" Eugene yelled at him out of control, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

   "Do you want me to shut up, or do you want others to shut up," Lustam said.

   "Awesome." Eugene smiled, "I don't even have the power to shut up a slave."

  Rustam pulled out the Mamluk sword and threw it in front of Eugene, making a dull sound on the heavy wool carpet.

   "If you really feel that shame, use it to end your life." Rustam raised the scabbard. "Or, you can use it to fight."

  "Have you not lost badly in the battle of the pyramids?" Eugene stared at Rustam.

  The Turkic man ignored him, his blue eyes were like wolves, glowing coldly in the dark.

  Eu Ren thought for a while, picked up the sword on the ground, and then slowly stood up. Rustam stood in a weird posture, as if that was the original way the sword was used.

   "Ah!!!" Eugene slashed at Rustam with a knife, as if he had a **** feud with himself.

   Lustam dodged dexterously, the blade cut into the wooden table, Eugene pulled it out again, and prepared to attack Lustam.

The Turkic people are very flexible, and he bends down and lowers his center of gravity. There is less space for attacking. After Eugene made several cuts and emptied himself, Lustam hit Eugene with a scabbard. On his back, Eugene staggered to the side of the sofa.

  The indoor lighting still relies on candlelight. The wind brought by Eugène's sword blew out a candle, and a puff of blue smoke slowly hovered in the room full of expensive silk.

Mamluk's movements were extremely light, barely blowing the green smoke, Eugene's expression became very serious from the pain and anxiety at the beginning. He learned the way that French people used to stand duel with thin thorn swords that he had seen before. .

  At least for the moment, he was briefly free from the unspeakable pain.

  This beautiful boy was brought up by his mother before. He knows all kinds of court etiquette and ballroom dance, but he is very unfamiliar with another kind of "dance".

  What he learned was just a look, there was no lethality for the Mamluk cavalry who really grew up with the scimitar and horse, even if Lustam was only holding a scabbard at the moment.

  Suddenly, he could not hear those gossips. He felt an unprecedented tranquility, even though he was exercising fiercely at the moment.

  Lustam used a scabbard to correct Eugen’s movements like a teacher, even if he didn’t try his best, it made Eugen’s skin bruise.

  But this kind of pain is nothing compared to the previous one.

  He kept attacking and getting hit, but he still didn’t want to stop.

  Until he lost the slightest strength and lay on his back on the carpet with exhaustion.

  When the hilt of the sword was released from his palm, he heard a woman crying and knocking on the door. He was familiar with that sound, which belonged to his mother.

At this time the door of the living room and the study room was opened. Napoleon was standing at the door. His face was sweaty, his body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and he looked angry and didn't know how to vent his face. His face paled like a ghost.

  "Please forgive her, General." Eugene whispered, "Please forgive her."

   "You heard what other people said." Napoleon had already unbuttoned Feng Ji, and now he also pulled out the scarf inside. "Why should I forgive her?"

  "If you really love her." Eugene lay on the ground, tears slipping silently from the corners of his eyes. "Don't care about the eyes of others, because they won't share the pain for you."

  Napoleon threw the wine glass in his hand and took the musket from his belt. He pressed the firing pin and aimed the muzzle at Eugene.

  Rustam did not speak, nor did the other cronies who did not leave in the living room. Time just passed by like this one minute after another.

  Maybe ten seconds later, maybe ten years later, Napoleon put down the gun in his hand.

  He sat on a low stool, as if running a long distance, his lungs gasped like a bellows, but his breathing finally returned to calm.

  "Am I not good enough to them?" Napoleon said in a hoarse, dry voice, "Why are they doing this to me?"

  "Please forgive her, father, please forgive her." Eugene continued to repeat this sentence.

  "Don't let her go on making trouble." Jean Rana said calmly, "We have other things to do."

   "Paris has a lot of your enemies." Joseph Bonaparte advised. "Fortunately, this is a suburb. If she had been in the city all night, I would have never known how many people were watching."

   "Forgive her, General."

   "Forgive her, my brother."

  Napoleon was silent, and no one dared to disturb him.

  After a while, Napoleon stood up with a gun and left without a word.

  Eugène did not get up to see what Napoleon had done. After a while, he heard the sound of the door latch opening, and then there was no other sound.

   even the gunshots he expected.

  When Rana walked in and lifted him from the ground, Eugene realized that he seemed to have stopped breathing just now. He gasped for breath, and almost choked on his saliva.

   "You did a good job." Rana patted Eugen on the shoulder, as if complimenting a soldier who performed a beautiful mission, "You are a bit grown-up."

  Eugène stared at Rana, and there were others.

  He doesn’t know if others have experienced what he experienced when they were “adults”. He felt that what he experienced at this time was like a dream, which was in line with his fantasy, but not in line with common sense.

"If people are not so determined and persistent to recall the misfortunes of the past, and will think more about how to deal with the current situation in peace, then people's suffering will be much smaller. This is written in the general's favorite book." Rana said, "Do you know the name of that book?"

   "No, sir." Eugene said sheepishly.

  Rana walked to the shelf, took a book from it, and threw it to Eugene.

   "Read it, I hope you don't commit suicide like other young people who read this book."

  Eu Ren turned over the book.

  "The troubles of young Werther, Goethe." Eugene read the title of the book and the author's name.

  At this moment, he heard a sharp metal rubbing sound in the dark, Eugene turned his head and saw Lustam put the sword back into the scabbard.

  The Turkic wolf-like blue eyes stared at him, and then he left the small room.

  Eugène knows his habits, and it is estimated that he will be like a loyal dog tonight, sleeping at the door of Napoleon’s bedroom.

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As Severus Snape cut off the nose of a crocodile head figure with a dagger, the foul-smelling black water quickly gushed from the tip of the nose, then deformed, and finally turned into a dog with a dog's head. The bandaged monster looked very much like Anubis at first glance.

   "It's a demon with a knife, cut off its neck!" Eugene yelled to the other two.

  "Have a knife? Where's its knife?" Gonsai asked.

"Do you want to wait for it to take a knife to chop your own neck?" Severus said, and then a curse was thrown away, and the newly formed demon wailed, as if being struck by countless blades, bandaged. It was covered with wounds.

   "It has no skin, and it doesn't feel painful." Eugene said to the two, and then, like a dexterous dancer, after a few bounces, he came to the dog-head monster.

  He jumped up. The monster was a man and a half tall, almost like a knight on a horse. When Severus used Kamikaze Wuying again to dodge the monster in an embarrassing manner, the Mamluk sword with a curvature like a saber slashed in the neck from behind the monster, and the demon wailed and then seemed to be smashed. Fell to the ground like a sculpture.

"Maybe next time, you will be able to see its complete form." Severus said sarcastically to Gonsey. "What will you do with it then? Smash it with your book, Leroy. Mr?"

   "That... that kind of monster..." Gong Saiyi looked at Eugene.

  "There are all over the underworld. It is a very common demon." Eugen said to Gong Saiyi, "They want to prevent the undead on the ship from advancing. Was the one just yours or mine?"

   "What do you think?" Severus asked rhetorically.

  Eu Ren sneered, "Count you, or others will say I didn't let you."

   "It's funny, a Muggle thinks he can defeat a wizard." Severus smirked.

   "Just the small wounds you made with the short stick in your hand?" Eugene was ironic without showing weakness.

   "Wait for my strength to recover..."

"Didn’t you set up Muggle Studies for this time? What do you do when the magic disappears?" Eugene interrupted Severus unceremoniously. "There are many traps that will make the magic invalid. The melon method is more effective than your magic wand."

   "I hate you, Frenchman." Severus gritted his teeth.

  Eu Ren chuckled, and turned around happily, "There are five ruined, and three more. We must hurry up, gentlemen.

  (End of this chapter)