Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1240 Rose Life

  After finishing his visit to the Louvre, Mr. Jenner took Pomona’s hand and attended the reception held at the tennis court.

  There were many children attending the reception. They were already playing tennis before the adults came. With the casual first ruling couple and Otense, it felt like an ordinary family gathering.

  This tennis court is not an ordinary tennis court, but the place where the declaration of the tennis court was issued in 1789, so it can be understood as a prelude to the outbreak of the French Revolution.

Even if it was a very rudimentary tennis court at the beginning, such a place of historical value and iconic significance has been renovated. It is adjacent to the Tuileries Garden. There are still people wandering in the garden, just between the tennis court and the garden. After standing in the back rows of military police, citizens were not allowed to approach at will.

  Pomona remembered the godfather’s movie inexplicably. At that time, the youngest daughter of Corleone’s family was married. The garden of Corleone’s family was happy, but the outside of the house was full of policemen.

  Sonny snatched a camera from a person who didn’t know whether it was a policeman or a reporter, and threw it on the ground. There was no camera at the end of the 18th century and the beginning of the 19th century, and it was up to the painter to record historical events.

  Pomona really does not want her image of smoking to be recorded, but she really wants to smoke now. She felt like the mistress Sonny had met at the ball, and Josephine was Sonny's wife. She chose to turn a blind eye to her husband's tricks and continued to socialize with her husband gracefully.

In the past, Pomona was the "old woman" who condemned young girls with others. Now she is probably the object of condemnation by others. The inquiring eyes of men and women occasionally look in her direction, just like what kind of rare animal she is. .

  It is clearly a matter of two people, but only women are condemned. This society is really “fair”.

  This kind of social occasion is really a waste of time and life, but it is necessary, because “friendship” sometimes comes from this way.

  She cast a glance at the "male protagonist" who was so good-looking and nothing happened, and decided to find another place to look for Purity. Anyway, he must not be free now.

  She took a crystal glass with soda water and went to watch the children play tennis.

  It didn't take long for a young man in black to walk next to her.

  "Good afternoon, madam." The young man told her in soft French.

He is pretty, with blond hair, dark brown eyes, and tall, but when I look at this face, Pomona thinks of Tom Riddle’s Muggle father. Now she has a pretty good look. Already immune.

  "Who are you?" She asked a little arrogantly.

   "Godan." The young man took Pomona's hand and kissed tenderly and affectionately, "I am a poet."

  Should a normal woman ask him what works he has? Then he took this opportunity to start recite compliments?

   "You and the Minister of Finance have the same name." Pomona said, "I'm afraid he will run over immediately when you call your name. I want to know your full name."

   "Gordan Poitvin, when I was not a poet, I worked at the prosecutor's office." The young man replied with a smile.

   "So, everyone usually calls you Poitwin, so as not to confuse you with the Minister of Finance, right?"

   "Yes." He smiled and nodded.

   "Mr. Poitvin, what's the matter with you?"

   "I just can't bear to let a lady stand alone, or are you planning to play tennis with the kids?"

  "Do you know who I am?" Pomona asked.

   "I know."

   "Tell me what you know?"

   "You are Miss Georgiana, the mistress of the first ruling." Poitwin smiled on the surface, like a mask on his face.

"Then you should know that a handsome young man like you shouldn't be so close to me, especially under the nose of the first ruling." Pomona said coldly, "I am a foreign woman and I don't understand some of your French social life. Etiquette, please forgive my rudeness."

  "Do you know why the First Ruling banned tennis?" Just when Pomona was about to leave, Godin said.

  Pomona looked back at him.

  "Citizens like to gamble. Some people lose all their possessions for gambling. This is a bad habit and I also think it should be banned."

  Pomona was a little interested in this topic, so she stayed.

  "The citizens misinterpreted this law, thinking that playing tennis would be the same as hunting as a privilege of the nobility. In the current atmosphere, I think it is necessary to explain clearly to the citizens."

  Pomona's mood is extremely complicated. She did not expect that one day she would become a "mediator of power".

  If a person does not handle well, she is like Madame Pompadour and introduces a surgeon to the king, then she is another woman who has brought disaster to the country and the people.

   "You should have heard what the first lady said, women should stay away from politics." Pomona said to Godin, planning to turn around and leave.

   "I wrote a one-act play, and if you allow, I can send it to you." Godan said to Pomona, "It's just to pass the time."

  Pomona thought for a while, but did not immediately refuse.

  "You can give it to my maid, Sophie, don't give it to me directly."

  Poitwin bowed to her respectfully, and then she returned to the previous reception.

  Perhaps Poitwin opened his head, and a few young guys surrounded Pomona and started introducing themselves. They almost didn't write their ambitions on their faces.

  She does not object to young people's self-motivatedness, but she feels that they are too impatient and will catch them as soon as they have the opportunity.

  Pomona looked at her guardian, Mr. Jenner was chatting intently with another scholar, and she suddenly felt that he was not a competent guardian.

  Just when she didn't know what to do, Mrs. Deremisa who was next to Josephine came over and invited her to chat with the female family.

  Pomona immediately followed her.

  Even if she had to face Josephine's cold words now, she felt better than staying there.

  She consciously found a corner location and listened to the female relatives talking about architectural style.

  Paris is building buildings everywhere. In addition to the need for a large number of construction workers, many designers have also appeared. Pomona admires Palladio in Italy, but she feels that it is better for her to shut up and listen than to let go.

  Josephine had taken her in, and she didn’t need to be overwhelmed at this time.

Josephine’s feeling is gentle, making people want to lie in her arms and never get up. Even if she is over thirty, she is still very beautiful. She applied a layer of rosy blush on her cheeks, and Napoleon asked Pomona to apply the same to her face.

  There will be no woman who wants to be someone else's substitute, anyway, Pomona is now angry as if there is a fire burning in her heart.

  Whether it is Severus or Napoleon, there is a human girl in his heart, and the mixed-blood Veeva lost.

  She now feels more and more like Paulin, the "Little Cleopatra" who thinks he can conquer Eugene and Napoleon. How much Hathor despised her.

  Don’t be so stupid if she doesn’t want to be ridiculed.

  This is the reason why she wants to be a human being. Even if she does not have otherworldly beauty, there is someone who will always remember her.

  It is correct to see Albus in this way. She hopes that someone can look at her inside and correct her if she is wrong, instead of letting her go on wrong.

  Men will not remind girls that they have made a mistake. They can take advantage of confused girls, although some girls are so stupid that they think they have nothing to take advantage of.

  Pomona now wants to go back to the time when she used to be disgraced, she just wants to show her brilliance to one person.

  She touched her ear. There should be a pair of snowflake earrings there. Where are they now?

  It was so coincidental that her gaze happened to meet Napoleon, and she thought of the cold snow and ice inexplicably.

  Even though this meeting of eyes separated quickly, Pomona could still feel it, and he was angry.

  Men are sometimes so strange, they are in trouble outside, but they don’t allow women to get close to other men.

  She was so upset that she took a sip of ice soda, maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about staying here forever as long as she didn’t eat pomegranates from the underworld.

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Severus walked out of a ready-to-wear store. At this moment, he had changed into Napoleon-era men's clothing. He had a black vest, a black jacket, and a white shirt. The scar on his neck was covered by a white scarf, and the red one The scarf is placed in the chest pocket.

The weather in the early 19th century was colder than that in the 20th century. Even in the early summer, he didn’t feel hot when he wore a three-piece suit. After putting on this, his sense of despair disappeared. The eyes of people passing by looked at him, as if Guess who he is, or what he made his fortune.

  Pharaoh’s dagger is hidden in his boots. He can pull it out at any time. There is a magic wand hidden in the sleeve of his other hand. He is now very suitable to be a solo assassin.

Napoleon got a lot of things, but he robbed them from others. It doesn’t matter if some things are robbed, such as food, which can be planted in the future, but if some things are robbed, others will come to the door to seek revenge. .

  Amorsormors, is it love or death.

  Love does not always save people, it is like a potion, intoxicating and deadly, fascinated, difficult to extricate, as if bewitched.

  (End of this chapter)