Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1215 The Wives of Paris (2)

  The undead who crossed the bridge fought fiercely as soon as they came into contact with the devil. Severus ignored them, and walked directly to the north wing of the Louvre.

  He took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and there were still more than two hours before dawn. When he arrived at the turret where the cabinet leading to the illusory Tuileries was located, a person appeared in the center of the room.

   "She's not here." Lyle Meyer in the black robe said to Severus, "There is only her consciousness in this palace, and her body is elsewhere."

   Severus breathed quickly, looking like a dragon about to get angry.

   "Why are you in this place?"

"Understand what conspiracy I have, will it help to get your wife back?" Lermayer said calmly. "I suggest you move faster. Napoleon Bonaparte was already alive when he was alive. It's difficult."

   "Do you have any suggestions?"

   "The Invalides is on the other side of the Seine River. His body is buried there. Maybe it will destroy his heart and his magic will disappear."

  Severus curled his mouth, "I thought you were a sacrifice to the Greek **** of underworld."

   "Napoleon's heart has always stayed in Egypt. He was a conqueror. He once said that I succeeded because I was determined to win. There is no word impossible in my dictionary. Conquering Egypt is what he has always longed for."

   "Get out of the way." Severus threatened, "I don't care what you think. Don't get in the way."

"Keep a clear head, wizard." Lyle Meyer said, "That space is not a spiritual world created by one person, but created by many people. Hegel once said that the world is balanced because of God. The existence of the European balance is due to Napoleon, who is like a god."

   Severus laughed.

   "Why are you so happy?"

   "If the French knew that I destroyed Napoleon's body, they would definitely not let me go."

   "Are you scared?"

   "Wizards are afraid of Muggles? Are you kidding me?" Severus smiled sarcastically and turned to leave.

   "You better pray that the idea you just said is effective, otherwise I will never let you go." When his figure disappeared, his voice echoed in the corridors of the Louvre.

  Lair Meyer's face lived up to the lightness he had just now, and he looked particularly solemn.

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   "Look at them." The ambassador's wife looked at the women surrounding Josephine. They surrounded her and did not give Pomona and the ambassador's wife a chance to get close.

   "What do you want me to see?" Pomona asked.

   "How happy they are." The ambassador snorted, "I wish I could return to the same carefree age as them."

  Pomona began to recall that Lenin would not appear in Tsarist Russia a hundred years later. Queen Victoria has not yet been born, and there should be no demon monk Rasputin in the czar’s court. Why is the ambassador's wife so emotional?

   "You just said that France and the United Kingdom are going to submit a peace treaty. Is this true?" asked the ambassador's wife.

  "Have you not received any news in this regard?"

   "I heard that General Murat brought the army to negotiate with the King of Naples, and the French plan to use cannons to force people to sign the agreement?"

  Pomona kept a stiff smile.

  "Are you kidding me?" The ambassador's wife looked at Pomona's face and said, "Girls your age will inevitably not be dizzy by the colorful social world and say crazy nonsense."

   "I just hope the'Queen' will not treat me as a threat." Pomona said.

   "Then you shouldn't make a joke about such a big thing either." The ambassador's wife said sternly.

   "I hope you treat me like a fool like the former concubine." Pomona smirked.

  "Are you the favorite concubine of the first ruling?" the ambassador's wife asked again.

   "No." Pomona shook her head firmly, "I'm just an idiot with unrealistic fantasy and hope for world peace."

   "Actually, it is not impossible." The ambassador said, "The British Prime Minister has changed. Addington's attitude towards France is not as tough as William Pitt Jr."

   "I think it might be another reason."

   "What?" the ambassador's wife asked.

   "Famine, people who are desperate and have nothing to lose will take risks."

  The ambassador's wife smiled ambiguously.

  "Maybe you can give me some pointers."

"My husband came to France this time not only to deliver a friendly letter, but also a plan made by his predecessor. We will not only withdraw from the anti-French alliance, but also form an alliance with France. His predecessor planned to send Cossack cavalry to the Central Asian expedition. India, together with Austria, will carve up Turkey and re-divide the territory of Europe."

  Pomona didn’t know what to say for a while.

  "This is the plan of the predecessor. It is not clear what the current Majesty intends that we are too far away from Russia, but our country hopes to maintain friendly exchanges with your country. British warships will no longer restrict the passage of our merchant ships."

   "I, a little girl, can call the shots of such a big thing?"

   "Yes, so the first lady is a smart person. She understands not to intervene in things that she is not competent to do. Rebellion cannot be done by the hungry people alone."

  Pomona was speechless again.

"I like the first lady. She tried her best to treat me, but too many people interfered with her attention, although her initial purpose was to expect them to chat with me." The ambassador patted Pomona's hand. "Sit down." I felt like playing a tea party game with my granddaughter there. Thank you for staying with me."

  "Do you want to do business?" Pomona thought for a long time before thinking of other topics.

  "If I heard some young children say that Napoleon was invincible on land, but currently France does not have a navy, it will take at least ten years before they can restore their previous establishment."

   "But the first ruler said he was allied with Spain."

  "It is a subject country. Only when there are equal forces can it be called an alliance. Spain is no longer the former Spain with an invincible fleet."

   "Wow." Pomona exclaimed, "He is bluffing."

"Who is he?"

   "Uh, first ruling."

“It’s understandable that the navy is France’s weakness, and the United Kingdom is a maritime power. Moreover, not everyone in Spain now supports the alliance with France against the United Kingdom. The current Spanish cabinet opposes the party’s control of the alliance with France, you know, man. "The ambassador's wife smiled and shook her head. "They have to appear strong and mighty in front of women anyway, and they will not show weakness even if they brave."

  Pomona remembered the roar she heard when she left the study just now, as if she understood what the people had messed up.

  "We all know that ocean freight is more profitable than land transportation. Resuming ocean trade is beneficial to many parties, so you have to give me a quasi-letter. Miss, are you really sure that France and the United Kingdom want peace talks?"

  Pomona smiled dryly. Although it is written in history books, the current situation does not look like a peace talk. No wonder the Russian ambassador’s wife was so surprised just now.

"Next time you want to say'the secret between girls', don't say it in front of so many people." The ambassador said softly to Pomona, "and if you really want the first lady to treat you If you are suspicious, you should tell her this first. What you did just now is very reckless."

   Pomona sighed exhaustedly.

  The diplomatic ball is very fun, but this kind of undercurrent and intrigue is really troublesome.

  It would be great if you can only dance, not intrigue.

  "What did you do before?" asked the ambassador's wife.

  "School teacher." Pomona said with great sadness, what kind of decent students can a teacher like her teach.

   "There are female teachers in Britain?" asked the ambassador's wife.

   "I am a teacher at the Wizarding School." Pomona said half-truth.

  The ambassador's wife burst into laughter.

   "So you are a witch, right?" The ambassador smiled ambiguously at Pomona, "Are you going to steal Napoleon's heart?"

   "What do I want the human heart for?" Pomona narrowed her eyes and smiled like a fox.

"It's not the heart of the people, it's the heart of the lion. You know, the first lady made a wrong move. Now there is no way to save the defeat." The ambassador said calmly. Occasionally, I see those girls who are in power around the first, it always feels like seeing a group of adventurers who don’t take their lives seriously. Last Christmas, the first in power was assassinated. I think this incident may have caused They wake up from the illusion of vanity, and then give you a chance."

   "Oh, you make me look like a bad woman." Pomona complained.

  "You fox who entered the void, who are you not a bad woman?" The ambassador said loudly, and then took her arm from Pomona's hand and followed the large group in front of her.

   Seeing that she was left behind by herself, several ladies turned around and laughed like silver bells.

  When she was a teenager, she used to disguise herself for the sake of “community”, saying insincere words in order to cater to others, with a smile on her face all the time.

  But now she doesn’t want to do that anymore.

   "If I can live to 200 years old, I will let the whole of Europe crawl under my feet." Pomona repeated the words of Empress Ekaterina.

  The queen ended the chaos after Peter I and brought Russia to its heyday, and she happened to be in the same era as Madame Pompadour, Madame Dubali, and Marie Antoinette.

  I am not afraid of not knowing the goods, I am afraid of comparing goods. The wife of the ambassador just now represents Tsarist Russia, not a small and weak country. Even if you want to lose your education and fight her hair, it is impossible.

  Generally speaking, men do not participate in women's struggles. The women who picked Marie Antoinette from the Tuileries were all Parisian women, but if the trouble is too much, it is another matter.

  Luck was slapped, and bad luck was sent to a monastery or prison, so the collective silence of Josephine and the female relatives just now is the most appropriate way.

At present, France is still in the republic, the aristocracy has been abolished, even if there are nobles, they are in exile. Everyone calls themselves citizens. Of course, citizens’ wives are citizens’ wives. Why should a citizen’s wife sit with a Tsarist nobleman drinking tea and chatting? What?

  Josephine is really smart, no wonder she is a woman who can survive the Revolution.

  Relatively speaking, Pomona’s performance just now was stupid.

  But she was very satisfied with the result. She happily followed behind everyone, watching the paintings on the wall.

  It's just a dream anyway, of course she can do whatever she wants.

  (End of this chapter)