Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1204 New Species

   "Who taught your waltz, the woman in red." Napoleon asked, "Do you have a dance teacher too?"

   "No, you can understand it as my father taught me." Hathor smiled and said, "We don't actually need to be so close, Your Excellency."

   "Why?"

   "Look around." Hathor looked around the dance floor, covering the faces of the men and women whispering with a small fan, "Guess what they are talking about?"

  Even if they couldn't hear the whispers of the ghosts, Pomona could guess one or two from their expressions.

  Waltz in the 21st century can be described as an old antique among old antiques. It was only grandma and grandpa who danced. Young people danced like epileptic rock.

However, at the end of the 18th century and the beginning of the 19th century, the waltz was still a kind of dance that "impeded the weathering". When the elderly ladies saw their daughters in light veils dancing to the music of the waltz, they would not only be heartbroken. , They also think that they have the responsibility of being a parent, which is a distortion of the implicit fine tradition and family education.

  For some unknown reason, the waltz was popular in Germany at first, and then in the UK. This English-style waltz is integrated into the folk dance, and it is not quite the same as the waltz popular among the Paris bourgeoisie.

  In short, the French aristocrats are mostly speculating that this foreign woman who does not know where she came from is ruining their first ruling.

  Pomona never dreamed that she would one day be associated with words such as "happy" and "bad woman".

"I'm worried about what they are saying and doing, but they are just some idiots who like to talk about it." Napoleon said contemptuously. "The Italy that I managed to defeat made them lost in less than a year. I gave them a good France before I went to Egypt. , Now it's a mess, they still plan to assassinate me with this ability."

Pomona calculated the time. This ball should be held around Napoleon's second expedition to Italy. Compared with the first expedition to Italy, Napoleon did not go so smoothly when he arrived in Italy for the second time. The arrival cheered, who told him to rob so many things when he first came to Italy.

"I have longed to be collected by others, properly placed, and carefully preserved to prevent me from being surprised, from suffering, from being displaced, and from being left alone." Hattor whispered, "You know that this sentence comes from Where?"

   "Sounds like a poem." Napoleon said.

"This is indeed a poem, but it was not written by you French." Hathor drew closer and whispered almost in Napoleon’s ear. "This poem comes from Egypt and is sung in praise of Osiris. of."

   "Osiris seems to be the king of the underworld."

   "Yes, this poem is recorded in the book of the dead, even the ghost hopes to avoid the suffering of displacement, there is no branch to rely on, how can you..."

  Napoleon suddenly threw Hathor out, let her turn around a few times, and then pulled her hand to make her turn back. The two continued to dance to the sound of music, as if the two had just performed together.

   "Do you think you are unprotected? What about the two men who accompanied you last time?" Napoleon smiled stiffly, as if wearing a mask.

"One is my husband, and the other works for him." Hathor said, "What I am protesting now is that your men have robbed us of women’s jobs, so that we can’t make a living. In order to survive, we must find a support for ourselves. ."

   "A man robbed a woman's job?" Napoleon was surprised and said, "How to rob?"

  "Tailors, making clothes used to be women’s business, but now there are men tailors everywhere." Hattor said plausibly, "Have you read Rousseau’s Emile?"

  ‘My God, have you even read Emile? "Pomona said deep in her soul.

   "What do you want to say?" Napoleon said helplessly.

"Women rarely go to war, and women don't eat the rations of luxuries." Hathor said. "If you allow men to pick up stitches and sew up and sell lace, hair nets and wool to women, then you should allow women Selling swords and guns, why are you men not ashamed of taking women away?"

  Napoleon laughed this time.

"why are you laughing?"

  "Are you reading those books to attract me?" Napoleon looked up and down Hathor, his eyes full of playfulness. "The average lady can't read those books."

   "I'm asking you for equal power, Archon."

  "You are not French. What is the use of a foreigner who wants power in France?"

  "The Revolution gave women and men the same power, you can't take it back!" Hathor said solemnly, "Or do you stay in Egypt for a year and have a yearning for polygamy in the East?"

  Napoleon's face became serious.

"Not all of Africa is polygamous. The Moors in West Africa are monogamous. In monogamy, women have a great influence on men. However, in polygamous peoples, women are almost very influential. One of the reasons why it is uncomfortable for men’s respect is that in monogamy, men will take care of women’s feelings, and a civilized nation will take care of women’s feelings.”

   "Do you think I am a barbarian?" Napoleon asked.

  "I heard the rumor that you and a seamstress publicly had a double-entry pair when you were in Cairo..."

   "Why are you asking this?" Napoleon frowned displeased.

   "What do you think is the difference between what you did and Louis XIV and XV." Hathor sneered, "You still wonder why others would assassinate you."

  Napoleon stopped dancing, and it just so happened that the music stopped at this moment.

  "You should know that I am not the kind of woman you can treat lightly, like a star in an opera house. You can spend the night in her room as long as you pass by her. I hope you can respect me..."

"What have you done that deserves my respect?" Napoleon said lightly and impolitely. He took Hattor's hand and kissed the back of her hand perfunctorily, then turned and left, returning to what he was talking about. Go to that social circle.

  ‘How did you say this to him in the end? Pomona asked Hathor.

  Hator raised the collar up and smiled mysteriously. "Do you know what Josephine's mantra is?"

'what? "Pomona said listlessly.

  "Every time Bonaparte approached, she would subconsciously say'no'. He is that kind of person, and he has no interest in the ones that are easy to get. The harder to get, the more I want to get."

  ‘You are using my body. Pomona wailed.

  Hator snapped his fingers, and all the people around the dance floor disappeared. The magnificent and lively hall just now became deserted and deserted.

  "She is a master of love." Hathor stuck in her waist and said brazenly, "but she is not very smart. In order not to go to Egypt, she actually lied that she was pregnant."

  ‘Do you want to deal with her? "Pomona said listlessly.

   "If she comes to my land..." Hathor smiled bloodthirsally, thinking about terrible plans in his mind.

  Pomona is in a very complicated mood. It is reasonable to say that a woman should make trouble for a woman, but it is really difficult for her to have a good impression of Josephine.

  It is often women who are cruel to women. Napoleon forgave Josephine, but his sisters and mother could not forgive them, even though his sisters were not very dignified.

  It didn’t take long for Pomona to feel the feeling of being able to regain control of her body, and Hathor, wearing a white Egyptian linen robe, walked by her side.

  The combination of her white body and the Egyptian red on Pomona represents Upper and Lower Egypt.

  "Are you happy?" Pomona asked Hathor who was sitting on the picnic mat again.

   "Did you feel it just now? His hands are still hot." Hattor said with a sweet smile while resting his chin.

   "That is your illusion, Napoleon is dead." Pomona ruthlessly shattered her fantasy.

   "I can bring him back to life, but Voldemort will be resurrected." Hathor picked up a glass of wine and continued to drink. "Aren't you curious about what Napoleon can do in the 21st century?"

   "But...now there is no great revolution." Pomona said anxiously.

   "Oh, isn't it?" Hathor stomped, "Are you so sure?"

  Pomona opened her mouth, without saying the last word, went to sit down on the picnic blanket, took a sip of wine with her wine glass.

   Hathor seemed to have nothing happened, drinking and eating food for herself, as if she had been hungry for thousands of years.

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  Severus flew to the top of the Egyptian pillar with his flying cloak, and the red-eared baboons immediately scattered and fled.

Standing under the pillar, Eugene cut off the head of one of the Bobbys with a Mamluk sword, but it did not die. After the fatal wound sprayed out black liquid, he absorbed it back, and soon Reconciliation is as good as ever.

  The baboons barked at Eugene and Severus provocatively, as if they knew that these two humans did not know their weaknesses.

   "Didn't you say that cutting their heads is useful? Idiot." Severus said tiredly.

   "You can't do it after only a while?" Eugene said sarcastically.

   "I'm not a young man anymore, not to mention that I have explored other places before." Severus sighed, "Otherwise we don't care about these monkeys, first go to the exhibition hall where we met our ‘friend’.

  "Are you not worried that these baboons will become disasters?" Eugene asked.

   "We already have monsters like Dementors and Voldebats." Severus said helplessly, "It doesn't matter if we have more."

   "You are really irresponsible for saying that."

   "I wiped out one, plus the bandage dog before, I'm two ahead of you." Severus flew down again and landed on the ground. "Want to know what your new job is?"

   "It's not the end, don't be too early." Eugene glanced at the body of Bobby that had exploded just now, it was still torn apart and had not been resurrected.

   "Maybe they will disappear after dawn." Severus looked at the aggressive Bobby baboons. They probably knew that the two were not easy to mess with, so they kept their distance vigilantly and didn't take the initiative to attack.

   "You have this fantasy." Eugene said insincerely, and left the exhibition hall after putting the knife in its sheath.

  (End of this chapter)