Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1246 Lyrical Theater (middle)

  Severus and the vampire Giovanni listened to Napoleon’s generous speech below, but did not applaud with the others, shouting "Glory to France."

  Lucien Bonaparte brought a lot of spoils from Portugal when he entered the city. After France invaded Portugal, it didn't spread much civilization, but did everything the robbers should do. It's just that the Portuguese army does not have the ability to resist, and civilians are required to organize themselves to resist.

   "Where is Lucien Bonaparte?" Severus asked Giovanni.

   "There." Giovanni said, pointing to a young man in a black coat who looked like an ordinary civil servant.

   "I thought this was a celebration banquet for him." Severus said.

   "Who dares to grab the limelight in the first ruling." Giovanni said in a low voice, "Even if he is Napoleon's brother."

  After the applause was over, people put on masks one after another, and the masquerade began.

  Napoleon walked straight to Josephine. According to etiquette, he must dance the first dance with the first lady. After dealing with Mr. Jenner, he walked towards a woman in a dark red silk evening dress.

  The red was so red that it almost became black. She didn't wear jewelry on her body, only a black swan pendant.

   "That's her, right?" Giovanni said, "Did she wear a wig?"

  Because France has begun to implement the etiquette of the old age, foreign envoys have also begun to wear court attire, stockings and wigs.

   "No, that's the original color of her hair." Severus said, his tone was very calm, not affectionate at all, which disappointed Giovanni who was looking forward to watching a good show.

   "She only wears one piece of jewelry. What's so special about that necklace?" Giovanni asked.

   Severus took out the white swan pendant from his neck.

   "A couple?" Giovanni said in surprise.

   Severus tucked the pendant back to his neck again.

   "I seem to understand who the newcomer with a head worth 300,000 francs is." Giovanni said aloud.

   "Are you going to betray me?"

   "I just bought a ticket for 300,000 francs." Giovanni exclaimed, "A few people are as lucky as me to watch such a good show."

   "You should go." Severus took out his mask, which was a golden mask bought in Venice.

   "No~" Giovanni complained.

   "Wait later, the scavengers may enter the arena. You vampires will not let them go." Severus said, "There will be opportunities in the future."

   "Love Saint, can you tell me your real name?"

  Severus ignored him, and he quickly disappeared from the prom crowd.

   "Good luck, Casanova." Giovanni said to the direction where Severus had disappeared, then turned and left.

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  The masquerade party has begun. According to the established etiquette, Napoleon will dance the first dance with Josephine, and then other talents can dance as much as they want. Of course, he dances boring minuet music.

  Napoleon's height may be about the same as Josephine, but if the height difference between men and women is not large, then the average man will appear shorter. Seeing him so decently dancing minuet, it looked like a child wearing soldier clothes dancing with his mother on Halloween, Pomona thought it was very funny, but now Mr. Jenner’s expression is very serious, she dare not laugh. It's too exaggerated.

  This celebration banquet has nothing to do with the two Englishmen, and no one invites Pomona to dance, unless Napoleon and Josephine finish the dance and invite her.

  He didn't leave an exclusive "n" on her like his possessions, but everyone had already branded this mark on her in their hearts. The middle-aged people turned a blind eye to her, while the young people stared at her and discussed, looking a little eager to try.

  This is another weird hobby of men. He is particularly curious about powerful women. Maybe Josephine’s little boyfriend just wants to taste what it is like to be a national hero woman, but after trying it, his life is probably not saved.

  Even if it is known to be a poisoned apple, it looks very attractive. Even if it is eaten, it will die. Someone will try it.

  Pomona has no interest in those "little prodigal sons". She is interested in a man wearing a golden mask and looking at her in the crowd.

The mask was exactly the same as the one Severus wore in Venice, and even the figure was not much different. She couldn't see the color of his eyes too far away, but she felt a strong attraction that made her There is no way to look away.

   "Good evening, Georgiana."

  A man in black suddenly appeared blocked Pomona’s sight.

  She looked at the man, he had a face that looked like Napoleon, he was very styled by the Bonaparte family, a Greek nose, and a firm jaw, but he was much taller than Napoleon.

   "I am Lucien Bonaparte and I just returned from Spain." Lucien kissed the back of Pomona's hand. "We finally meet."

   "Sorry, I..." She shook her head in confusion.

   "My brother wrote about you, a'daring little guy.'" Lucien gestured to Pomona's height. "It's really short."

   Pomona frowned.

  How did the Bonaparte family make out some strange people.

   "Take this." He forced a heavy gold bracelet into her hand. "This is a meeting ceremony."

  Mr. Jenner stared here.

   "I don't want to accept it." Pomona said.

   "Because it has blood on it?" Lucien asked.

   "Yes." Pomona replied.

  "Your Britain is not necessarily all kind to the colonies. Why do you have the right to condemn us?" Lucien looked at Edward Jenner arrogantly. "Do you still have an impression of the Great Bengal Famine in 1770?"

  The good-tempered Mr. Jenner seemed to be irritated by this bold young man.

  "We are not like you, who unrestrainedly plunder the occupied land. You have made Bangladesh an almost uninhabited **** on earth, and even basic survival cannot be guaranteed."

   "So how about robbing an unarmed person with a gun? What is the difference between you and the robber?" Mr. Jenner shot back.

   "Enough!" Pomona intervened between the two, "Dance with me, Lucien."

   "I don't dance minuet, it's so boring." Lucien said, "I heard you can dance waltz."

  In fact, Pomona can only waltz.

   "That's right."

   "Let's dance the next dance together." Lucien asked Pomona to hook her arm, "I will introduce her family to you."

  Pomona looked back at Mr. Jenner who was furious, and thought it was better not to ask him for help at this time, so she went with Lucien.

  Lucien feels frivolous, as if there is nothing he dares not dare to, he introduces Pomona to Pomona's "family" in a mocking tone.

"Have you seen the cardinal? That's our uncle Fish. He used to be the vice-bishop of Corsica. When Bonaparte was on the march in Italy, he became a military procurement and made a fortune. After the monthly coup, he replaced us in dealing with the church. He has been called a cardinal in two years. Is there anyone in your family who is engaged in the priesthood?"

   Pomona thought of the fat monk. If he were here and alive, Pomona was almost certain that his regret of becoming a cardinal would come true immediately.

   "No." Pomona shook her head.

"You can say as much as you want. If you have family members in the UK, you can bring them to France. No matter what laws they have committed in the UK, they can get asylum with us." Lucien said, "You eloped with someone. It’s from France, right?"

  "We are a legal marriage."

   "Bonaparte has declared your marriage invalid."

  "You are also called Bonaparte."

   "I won't call him by his name. Do you know what it means to call him by his Christian name?"

   Pomona thinks quickly.

  Lucien waited patiently.

  There are many names of kings in the history books, Charles IV, Louis XVI, but Pomona heard the fat friar mentioned that only the emperor would call it by religious name.

  The Roman emperor was very far away to her, she didn't have the mood to study this at all, not to mention the fat monk was joking at the time, saying that everyone is now a little emperor who calls each other's names.

  The Christian name is not only intimacy, but also a symbol. To call Napoleon Bonaparte "Napoleon" means that he wants to become emperor. People with political life like Lucien cannot be called casually.

  Even if he is Napoleon’s own brother, he can call Napoleon by the same name as Polina.

  Sometimes Polina and the others are not sure about how to call Napoleon. They use "my second brother" to call them. She never thought that a title has so many meanings.

"Call him'my lion', even if you are not used to it at first, you will get used to it when you call it too much." Lucien patted the back of Pomona's hand. "Remember to bring some nasal sounds. He likes you to call him that way. Up."

  Pomona wanted to slap this Bonaparte.

   "You actually told him that he would become a baboon king." Lucien smiled, but said coldly, "In your eyes, we French are all baboons?"

"Do not."

"He likes you, so I forgive your unrestricted speech, but if you have another time I cannot guarantee that he will not be angry, this time I remind you, next time you remind me, I still have a wife at home Wait, I don't want to die in Paris."

   "Your marriage seems to have been invalidated by him," Pomona said.

  "This is what we have in common, and I think we can have a bit of a common language in this way."

  Pomona is trying to figure out Lucien Bonaparte’s logic. What does he mean?

   "Oh, this song is over." Lucien said lively, "Let's go, let's go dancing."

   So Pomona was passively led to the dance floor by Lucien Bonaparte, and danced a waltz that would make Napoleon unhappy.

  (End of this chapter)