Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1227 The Milkmaid (Part 1)

  In addition to the camp bed, Napoleon’s carry-on luggage also has a snow globe.

  But there is nothing in this glass ball, only white "snow".

  Pomona didn’t understand why he took such a glass ball with him.

   "Let's go."

  After buckling the suitcase, Napoleon helped Pomona to leave the king's suite at St. Luke's Palace.

  She actually does not need support, but this is one of the French etiquette, which makes her feel impatient and cumbersome, especially the dress she wears, with a low-cut and open collar, revealing a lot of skin.

She refused to wear tights, although that thing could make her waist thinner, and her **** were more "coming out", making her straight and dull figure a bit of a feminine curve. Leah came in with a tights early in the morning. Pomona almost cut it in the bedroom.

  Napoleon was indifferent to this, he also said that they decide what clothes women want to wear. If this is an "ordinary citizen" family, the first thing the couple do when they wake up is that the husband should help his wife wear tights. The time for the first ruling to sleep is almost gone. How can there be time for this.

  Because of the tights, a woman may faint due to suffocation at any time. A man must carefully support a woman. This has become a etiquette.

  If she chooses to run freely and to be beautiful, she would rather run freely. The shackles on her feet reminded her of her status as a prisoner, although Napoleon treated her pretty well.

  The same was true when he launched the Wuyue coup. He invited the wife of an official of the Supervisory Government to be a hostage at his home, and Josephine accompanied her to drink afternoon tea.

  He "invite" her to go to Trianon Palace is just a symbolic question, she must go if she doesn't want to, and her light dress is also in line with her mistress.

  The Grand Trianon was originally the place where Louis XIV collected works of art, and later became the exclusive exile of the chief mistress of Louis XIV, Mante Farmer.

I really didn’t think that she could be labeled as an "irregular woman" at this age. This is the characteristic of Veeva hybrids. The rate of aging is not as fast as that of human women. There are a few human women who do not hate this kind of long time." What about the "preservation" monster?

  Along the way, Pomona met many people. They saw Napoleon coming or bowing or marching from a distance, and no man dared to keep his sight on her.

  Perhaps there was a sneak peek, but there was absolutely nothing to look upright. This reminded her of Anna Sui, she was the pharaoh's favorite concubine, and no man dared to touch her except for the great sacrifice of Immortal.

   took his mistress to show up, but put his wife at home to learn court etiquette.

  Napoleon moved more and more on the road of "scumbag".

  However, until she was "supported" on the carriage, he maintained a determined expression, perhaps to cater to the image of a national hero in the hearts of ordinary people.

  There are not only two people in the car. There are also two officials in black tuxedos. They are looking at Pomona curiously.

   "How is the investigation place?" Napoleon asked when the carriage door closed.

  "The price of bread in all small towns except Brittany has risen, 7 su per pound." A man with a Greek nose and a beard said, "Only Brittany prohibits food exports."

"The appearance of the bread guild makes the property owners very nervous, worrying that we will let the guild spread all over the industry." Another round-faced official said, "They still go to the entertainment venues they often go to, and they did not see them and the kingly party. contact."

  "Do you know what they mean?" Napoleon asked like a cat playing.

   "Someone is selling food abroad to drive up food prices. You are stabilizing food prices."

  Napoleon immediately reached out and pulled her ears. It was not a punishment, but a joke.

  She avoided this move.

  Even in the enclosed space of the carriage, there are still windows on the carriage, not to mention the presence of two of his men.

   "Ahem." The bearded man pretended to cough, then smiled at Pomona, "You must be Miss Georgiana, and I am Chief of Police Fouché. I am glad to meet you."

   "My dear is Dubois, we met at the Tuileries Palace." The round-faced man said almost flatly.

  Pomona remembered how Napoleon roared at the secret police that day, she smiled awkwardly, not knowing why she participated in this "meeting".

  The Baltic countries are currently short of food. Selling French food to "waiting" countries in the UK can solve the foreign food crisis and cause chaos in France. It really serves multiple purposes.

  Businessmen who support the free market are the most annoying guilds. The guild will unify the prices of all products in order to resolve internal conflicts, so that customers cannot buy only one product for cheap or other reasons.

Napoleon ruled under a dictatorship, and the bourgeoisie who had supported him was thrown aside by him. This is written in a history book. The secret police Dubois said that they had no contact with the royalists, that is, it is still vacillating But what does all this have to do with her?

   "Thanks to your prophecy, let us prepare in advance." Napoleon leaned over, next to Pomona. "Do you remember the other prophecies?"

   "What?" Pomona asked.

  "Should we find another channel or grab the food shipped to the UK?" Dubois said directly, "Since they are going to disrupt our country, we should also disturb them."

   Pomona seemed to have suffered a sap. How many people would die if she said the wrong thing?

  "Should it not be a law prohibiting food exports?" Pomona asked, "I remember that was a law issued by Louis XV."

  "Miss Giorgioanna is an Englishman, how could she know the laws of France?" Fouché asked enthusiastically.

   "I told her." Napoleon looked proud, making her angry.

  He also deliberately grabbed her hand firmly, and she couldn't break free.

   "Smart and beautiful, really a peerless stunner, the general is really good-sighted." Dubois said flatteringly.

  Napoleon smiled triumphantly, looking very helpful.

  She's nauseous and vomiting.

  "How are our guests?" Napoleon asked with a smile.

   "At first he was very reluctant to go out, but then he went with us." Fouché said modestly.

  The police go to treat? Is this an arrest or a threat?

   "Who are you talking about?" Pomona asked.

"Your guardian, Mr. Edward Jenner, I heard that he will use the method of vaccination to prevent smallpox. I want to promote it in France. You must help me to win him over." Napoleon was very gentle and said to her, "He is a rare person." Talent."

  Edouard Chennai, the father of immunology in the Muggle world, King Louis XV of France also died of smallpox.

  However, his research results were not immediately accepted in the UK. How did a British scholar come to France?

   "He came to see a friend." Napoleon seemed to be able to read her expression. "Actually, he doesn't have to ask friends to help promote it like other countries. He can write to see you directly."

   "He didn't write to you, you still'invited' him." Pomona pressed her mouth tightly.

"Of course I have to pay attention to talents. I hope that talents from all over the world can come to France, no matter what nationality he is." He stared at Pomona's eyes as if to see if she had any eye drops. "Of course, except Talents, but also beauties."

   "You won't get what you want." Pomona said, "There is always something you can't get in this world."

  He held her head and kissed her.

  Hatol said that Napoleon would act intimately on the carriage, but she simply forgot about the scene at the time.

  How many women are not intoxicated in the solemn and solemn ceremonies of being greeted by others?

   Before he put her tongue in, Pomona pushed him away.

  The Corsican hooligan fell on his seat and laughed happily.

  The other two big people in the carriage chose to look at the scenery outside the window. When they did not exist at all, they could not be expected to save the beauty by heroes.

  The two of them are still police!

  The solemn hero just now turned into a scorpion, and she hugged Georgiana with her hands and feet. She slapped him in a rage.

  Now let him calm down a little bit, rearrange his expression, and when he sits up straight again, he can sensibly talk with Fouché about things that they only understand.

  Pomona looked out the car window, hoping to find someone from the crowd.

  But St. Luke’s Palace is on the outskirts. Apart from government officials, there are no ordinary citizens at all, let alone the pitch-black wizard.

================================================== ==============

  Severus was smoking a cigarette while being on the streets of Paris at the beginning of the 19th century. There was feces everywhere, making it impossible for people to get off their feet.

  He carefully avoided the horse dung left by the previous carriage, and his expression looked more gloomy than usual, as if the sun could not warm him up.

  When he came across the road, he raised his head and looked at a building where the British Chamber of Commerce was located.

  If you have information to sell, remember not to take it towards the embassy. There are many people staring at it. In contrast, the Chamber of Commerce is much more cover-up.

  Similarly, the British intelligence service will hide itself as a chamber of commerce, provided that it is necessary to distinguish which chamber of commerce is the real chamber of commerce, and which are disguised as a disguise of the chamber of commerce.

  Severus, the emblem of the Malfoy family, would not admit it was wrong. I didn’t expect this Chamber of Commerce to exist in Napoleon’s dream.

   "Cici is leaving me." The still handsome platinum nobleman was half drunk, and said of the trouble he had recently encountered. "Draco still doesn't know, should I tell him?"

  The double agent never thought that one day he would become the victim of an extramarital affair.

  And the other party is still a Muggle who has been dead for hundreds of years.

He resisted the nausea, spit, and went to the leather shop next door to buy a pair of boots. The shoes would soon be overwhelmed by the street full of manure and water. The streets of Paris in the 21st century are full of rubbish. It's like heaven more cleanly than here.

  Poka followed him all the way, trembling, but fortunately, it would be invisible and did not cause too much disturbance in the street.

  Even if someone finds it, they probably won’t care. If you see it a lot in Paris, who will make a fuss about a little monster.

  (End of this chapter)