Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1235 Prophecy about the prince

  Many people on the streets of Paris were distributing pamphlets. Pomona took it easily. She thought it was an advertisement, but when she opened it, it turned out to be a pamphlet rectifying the name of Louis XVI.

  She was taken away by Napoleon Bonaparte before she had time to take a closer look. He read it quickly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Pomona turned her head and found Mr. Jenner not far behind them, being supported by his manservants, walking with difficulty. For a person his age, the roads in Paris are really bad, and he is still fatter, and his actions seem awkward.

   "Find a place to sit for a while." Napoleon said, pointing to a cafe not far away.

  No one will hang out on the dirty streets and fall in love. Even if the city is Paris, there are many more women in the cafes.

   "I have to wait for Mr. Jenner." Pomona said, "I will go in after he said yes."

  "Have you been to Venice, have you been to the Flora Cafe in Venice?" Napoleon asked, "It's on St. Mark's Square."

   "Have been there."

"you alone?"

"and also……"

   "Your husband." He followed her words and said, "I understand. You will be in that tone as long as you mention something related to him."

   "A married woman is stupid as a married mistress." Pomona said, "Can you stop playing games?"

  "Can you tell me where I lost?" He lowered his head and asked humbly. "I remember he was not particularly handsome."

  Pomona wanted to say that it was because of her height, but she couldn't say it anymore.

   "I made a wish to God." Pomona said, "I will not break my oath."

   "You like me to kiss you." He was a little rebellious and said, "What you say is just a defense."

  "You are a very attractive man, Lord Bonaparte..."

   "Don't forget your name." He corrected sharply, and Pomona felt his anger.

   "My lion." She said in a soft voice, "I hope for peace, for which I can sacrifice my own reputation."

   "Because Georgianna doesn't exist, does it? Do you think you can disappear with him at any time?"

   "This is a dream. You said it in court that day. We all know what the reality is like." She pleaded.

  He didn't speak this time.

  Mr. Jenner came over now out of breath, pointed to the cafe and said, "Let’s go in, let’s go in and rest for a while."

  After he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked in.

  Napoleon looked at her with a smirk.

   "No matter how you reject the arrangements of fate, you are always in the hands of the person who created it."

   Then he helped Mr. Jenner in like a son helping his father.

  Pomona remembered that Napoleon’s appearance was the focus of everyone, even without the emperor’s dress, the dance floor that was dancing on the cheerful waltz could be made as quiet as a tomb.

  But he entered the crowded cafe at this moment, but he did not attract anyone's attention, as if he was just an ordinary person.

  Sometimes you have to admit that there is such an invisible thing as momentum.

  At this moment, two of Napoleon's servants appeared behind her, their eyes seemed to be wary of what demon way she would use to run away.

   "Well, I'll go in by myself." Pomona said helplessly, and followed into the cafe.

As long as the thought of the seine water polluted by sewage and the drinking water of the residents of the city comes from it, Pomona no longer has the mood to drink coffee. Fortunately, she provides soda water in the cafe, so she orders a bottle. .

   "What would you like to drink, Mr. Jenner?" Napoleon asked eagerly.

   "Same as this young lady." Jenner gasped.

  So Napoleon, like an ordinary 30-year-old young man, took on the responsibility of taking care of the ladies and the elderly.

  You have to admit that the feeling of having someone around you and serving you is very different from the feeling of having to do everything yourself.

  But it is easy to form dependence, Pomona feels that she still has to maintain her own style of doing things by herself.

  Eve in the movie Mummies never forgets the American soldier because of a kiss, she is not such a fool.

  Not long after the waiter took the menu and left, a tall and thin man in gray clothes sat down at a table next to them.

  Pomona recognizes him, he is the Sweeper who put her ankles on her, and he waved to Pomona friendly, as if to say hello to her.

  She had already had an idea, and planned to hand over things like notes to Mr. Jenner before no one was paying attention. He was more free than her. Maybe Severus would think of finding himself through him.

  But the appearance of this scavenger dispelled her.

  Even though Napoleon is a Muggle, he is not so easy to deal with by the Desley family.

Perhaps it was because the Muggles that Voldemort and Grindelwald had contact with were so stupid that they had the ambition to rule the world with magic, but even if there were no such figures as Napoleon in the 20th century, there were other smart people. Arrogance would seem ridiculous in the eyes of those people.

  The international secrecy law allows wizards to live in a very closed circle. This has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is safety and quietness, but the disadvantage is that people become very naive.

  Lita Lestrange actually does not have to die. It was the British Ministry of Magic who sent the Auror to all over the world, including France.

  They think that the French can't catch Grindelwald because they are incapable. It is strange that the French will be warm and friendly to the British.

  Britain has been "honorably isolated" and is unpopular in the world. A Muggle University professor also wrote to the newspaper to protest that he was charged a high meal fee in Venice. This is the result of living in a closed circle.

   Rousseau said that under a democratic system, the masses are slaves to public opinion.

  British newspapers portrayed Napoleon as a comical character, and France portrayed him as a hero.

  Except for being caught by the secret police for the first time in the Grand Trianon, Napoleon’s impression of Mr. Jenner should be very good, and they can even chat around a table now.

  Don’t talk about politics, just talk about what’s happened in Europe, which means that younger generations please the elders.

   "The water you want, madam." The waiter came over with a tray holding three glasses of soda water with lemon slices, and Pomona impatiently picked up the glass in front of her and drank it.

  Compared with elegant etiquette in public places and in front of men, she has more serious problems to think about, and the wizards and nobles she comes into contact with are free and casual, so she doesn't bother to maintain the first-class elegance of the Titanic.

   "What are you looking at?" Pomona glared at Napoleon.

  He smiled and shook his head, looking back at Mr. Jenner.

   "Mr. Jenner visited Georgianna's manor?"

   "Yes." Mr. Jenner stared at Napoleon and said, "You are so generous, Sir Bonaparte."

  "Georgiana hopes it can make the best use of it. It happens that France is short of doctors. What do you think of it as a medical school?"

   "How many medical schools do you want to open?" Mr. Jenner asked in surprise.

"You saw the soldier just now." Napoleon said calmly. "The government enlisted all internal physicians and surgeons in the country to serve as military doctors. However, as soon as economic problems appeared, they immediately dismissed all the military doctors, field hospitals and field hospitals. The doctors in are all recruited locally. It’s like a **** on earth. I don’t want to describe to you those horrible tragedies. If you properly treat the soldier’s leg just now, you might be able to keep it.”

   "If you don't start a war, there won't be so many tragedies." Mr. Jenner said solemnly.

  "You are a compassionate person. Otherwise, you would not use your property to promote this cause for the benefit of mankind. What's more, Georgiana wants to do good deeds, and you are only helping her complete it as her guardian."

  Mr. Jenner is still full of displeasure.

  It seems that this issue has touched his bottom line.

   "I can lie to you, but I think I still tell you the truth. Some graduates of this medical school will definitely serve the army."

   "I'll think about it." Mr. Jenner took a sip of the soda on the table.

  The atmosphere suddenly became dull, completely different from the surrounding bustle.

  So normal women should start a new topic, and let the dull atmosphere become active again, right?

  Pomona drank soda in a leisurely manner, enjoying this rare and unpleasant atmosphere for dictators.

  There has never been the word impossible in someone’s dictionary, but now he runs into it?

  So don’t talk too early or full, otherwise others will easily break you.

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  The guests are gone, only two empty wine glasses are left on the card table.

  Severus stared at the cigarette in his hand in a daze.

   "Here you are." John placed a certificate in front of Severus.

  "What is this?" He opened the folded paper.

  "Your pass, France has imposed a total blockade on the United Kingdom. Even goods and merchants are not allowed to enter and exit at will. Only visiting scholars can travel freely." John said, "This was given to me before William left."

  William is the British fellow. He has just received news that Gouvion Saint Cyr has left his manor and his current whereabouts are unknown.

  If France’s plan to invade Portugal is true, then it’s too late to return to England.

Guvion Saint Cyr is a brave but cruel general. The characteristics of Napoleon’s army are suitable for forced marching. Due to the lack of horses, the heavy and wounded will be left behind, injured, sick or exhausted, and left behind. Finally, he died in starvation and cold. There are many soldiers.

  This is a pure wolf-like army, and Saint Cyr is so cruel, they can do things to rob the local farmers in order to supply food.

  William, who realized the seriousness of the problem, left immediately. Britain is not just an intelligence station in France, and they don’t care about the next thing.

   "That idiot is a contact person." Severus sneered and put down the ID in his hand.

   "You are not so smart." John poured a glass of wine to Severus. "Do you know how the French dealt with the assassin who assassinated Kleber?"

  Severus stared at John.

  "They nailed him to the square in Cairo for public display until he died. Later, the skull was brought back to France to be made into a medical specimen. Do you want to be a specimen too?"

"and so?"

   "It's just a woman, you can't take such a risk." John advised, "You are a very good talent, you can do it with us in the future."

"for what?"

  "For the country, for the United Kingdom."

   "You are also a fool in my eyes." Severus picked up the glass, touched John, and drank it.

   "Respect for the fool." John said humorously, and drank the wine.

   "You know, Shuan's people are all about moving lately." John slapped his mouth and said, "There is a prophecy in the booklet they printed."

   "What prophecy?"

"There will be a prince in the devastated Europe. He will rebel against the obscurantism and gangsters who threaten us unscrupulously, thus becoming the protector of humanity, justice and culture. The current czar thinks that that person means himself, and he will kill him. His own father."

   Severus sneered.

  "The royalists are also using this prophecy. They want to promote Napoleon as the oppressor waiting to be defeated. How about we use it?"

   "Lucien?"

John smiled. "I knew you were a smart man. Lucien was in front of so many people during the Wuyue coup and vowed that if Napoleon dared to threaten France’s freedom, he would pierce his brother with a sword and let us see. See if his sword can pierce."

   Just then, there was a whistle outside.

   "Let's go, the police are here." John said with a sullen face, "This is the fourth time this month."

   "It seems that this month is only half past." Severus said.

   "Yes, I came more often than visiting their parents." John cursed, taking away the cards and wine glasses from the table.

  (End of this chapter)