Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1266 Waste Recycling

  The painting of the Virgin of Raphael was hung on the wall of the Rotunda of the Grand Tria Palace.

  It was Georgian who stopped occasionally, and then the first ruling arbitrarily pointed at it, and it moved here from the wall of the Louvre.

  In the 21st century, I dare not even think about it. The collections of the Louvre are all national treasures.

  This happened in a dream, because these famous paintings were taken by Napoleon.

  If he reads quietly, he looks like a scholar, not like a soldier at all. When Georgiana got up, he had been working for several hours, and she didn't bother him because she still had her own business to be busy.

  She is not the kind of compassionate Virgin, who will give relief to people in need for free. She still prefers the method of working for work.

  Although it is stated in history that the dung hills outside Paris will not be cleaned up until the 20th century, this world is just a dream, so why bother to be so real.

  Farming in the coming year requires fertilizer, and the manure can be used for fertilization. The premise is to find people who can tolerate dirt, and farmers who escape from famine are the best candidates for employment.

  She found a table and used a quill pen to record. Bonaparte said that the leader sells hope. What could be more hopeful than a bumper harvest that makes people in famine feel hopeful.

  There was a kind of pain that spread from the chest cavity. At first she thought it was an illusion, but then she realized that she might have had a heart attack. Fortunately, the pain soon disappeared, and her heart regained tranquility.

'I want you'.

  She heard Severus' voice, as if she heard a ghost talking.

   Just when she was in a daze, the first ruling took away the draft in her hand.

   "You want to do this?" He smiled with interest.

"Fertilizers can improve soil quality. The Egyptians don't understand this. They only rely on the silt left behind after the flooding of the Nile River. I have observed French farming methods. They are still very primitive and backward. New farming methods need to be promoted." Georgiana said. I am afraid that the weather next year will be the same as this year."

   "The Supervisory Government has promoted it in the north." He paced and pondered.

  "Is the supervising government that bad?" Georgian asked, "They didn't do anything good?"

   "The second time I went to Italy to send troops, I needed 65 million francs in military expenses. There were only 670,000 francs in the national treasury. What do you think?"

  She has no idea about military expenditures, she only knows that France is very poor.

   "Your fertilizer factory is a way to make money, it is much more useful than Barbe."

   "Who is Barbe?"

   "The one who manages the treasury, I will take this away." He put the paper she wrote in the file.

  She dared not say anything, and then she didn’t know what she was doing next.

   "I want to rest and talk to me for a while." The first governor sat on the table, looking at her with his head tilted. "Why do you talk about such disgusting things become so romantic?"

   "That's because you like Egypt."

  "How much do you know about the history of Egypt?"

  She also doesn’t know whether the current academic world has the concept of the 18th Dynasty.

   "If you have any hesitation, just say what you want."

  She wanted to ask if the pure-blooded nobles killed Severus last night.

   "Leon, can you tell those old nobles not to call me queen." She whispered, Leon was called by Napoleon's mother and nanny, and his name was much better than "my lion".

   "You don't like it?"

   "Do you want to be a king?"

  He thought for a while, and shook his head, "Even if I become a king, I am also a king elected by the people. It is no longer the same as the king of the old system."

   "There are still fools who spend money for a name." Georgiana sneered.

"Who?"

  She wanted to talk about the later Pasha Ismail of Egypt, a “genius” who paid more taxes to the Ottoman Empire in order to inherit the title of his grandfather.

  He can't manage politics, but murder is a good one.

   "I don't want to be a widow again." She whispered, "You must be safe."

  He raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, with a smile on his mouth.

   "Do you care about me?"

   "You were a complete stranger to me." Georgiana said, "I almost never knew you."

  "In the future, we will gradually get acquainted. Let's go and go to the garden." He took her hand and left the palace.

  The traces left by the burning of the fire have been cleaned by magic, and the garden has become completely new again, as if nothing had happened.

   "They didn't catch him." Leone said with displeasure, "You can rest assured."

   "Why would Otense accept me?" Georgiana said in disbelief.

  "You will help me do the work her mother does not want to do. Fertilizer factory is not suitable for girls."

  Because it will make yourself smelly, less scented, and then attract mad bees and butterflies?

   "I like her more than my sisters, she is more like my relatives than them."

  She feels weird, why are they so careful now?

   "Your sisters are too good." She said with lingering fear.

   "Isn't it?" He smiled awkwardly, "They are the daughters of Leticia."

   "Should I deal with them?" She said with a pained expression.

   Dealing with these three women is definitely the last job Josephine wants to do.

  "Talk about other topics, how about Holland?" He changed the subject stiffly.

   "Because I played the girl with pearl earrings yesterday?"

   "You looked so beautiful at the time." He flattered.

   "Leon, you asked me to call you Napoleon in the Tuileries garden that day. Was this intentional?" Georgiana asked.

   "No, I just want to hear you call me that." He smiled smugly. "Leon is also a good name."

  She directly took his arm with her hand, feeling much different from the other person.

  "Do I have to wear Egyptian clothes at home?"

   "It's up to you, you also look good in woolen cloth."

  "When I went to Venice, I never thought there would be such a day." Giorgioanna said, "I just walked around St. Mark's Square and the Doge's Palace."

   "I also went to the Church of Our Lady of Ankang."

   "I know, you took away the wedding in Ghana, and they drew another one later, saying that it was painted by Tintorito."

   "Do you want me to confess?"

   "I was thinking that the dome inside, and the tiles on the floor, are all beautiful." She began to change the subject again, "I thought those sculptures had a secret sign from the Knights Templar."

  He laughed, "That’s why you thought I was looking for the treasure of the Knights Templar to raise military expenses?"

   "Very stupid idea."

   "It's a very romantic idea. Which sculpture did you see the mark on?"

   "I think about it, it seems to be near David and Golia..."

  He listened patiently to her foolish thoughts, and was not annoying at all. What's wrong with such a husband?

  Leoncourt’s mother and daughter watched the maids copy books in the studio. Pomona didn’t mean to rescue the girls at all. Who told them to be lazy when they didn’t have a master.

  She looked at Mrs. Leoncourt’s back, and suddenly felt that she looked a lot like Minerva.

   "Look at me." Leon turned her gaze to him, and then kissed her.

  She felt that he seemed to have put something into her mouth through a kiss, as if Pluto put a pomegranate into the mouth of the queen.

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   "Ah!" Polka screamed sharply.

  Returning to the original world, Severus looked at the house elf indifferently, and then drew the whip in his hand again.

  At this time, the sun has risen and the door to another world is closed. It may take six years to open the next time.

  Lermayer also came. He did not intend to protect the elf. Next to him stood a young man with a piece of clothing suitable for the house elf in his hand.

  It finally gained the "freedom" that Dobby had hoped for.

  "What shall we do next?" Gong Saiyi's tired voice sounded from the other side of the crystal ball.

   "Find a new entrance," Severus said with a stiff face.

   "You don't look like you stayed up all night, but you have stayed up for a month." Lyle said, "Take a break, young man."

   "How about we ruined the body of Napoleon Bonaparte?"

   "I need your clear mind..."

   "You told me to go to Les Invalides!" Severus exclaimed, "Is she in the Tuileries at the time?"

   "I told you that I was at St. Luke's Palace when I met her, and Bonaparte was a man of manners and education."

   "Which one of us is more unconscious, he is a robber, you actually think he has demeanor!"

  "Tonight is still a full moon, and maybe the door of that world can still be opened." Lyle said, "Think about it, cooperating with us or being hostile?"

   "I can't find a map, you have to be buried." Severus stared at Lyle and said, and then he Apparated.

  "Master...Master...please forgive me...Master..." Polka hugged the young man's trouser legs and cried, not wanting to accept the dress.

   "I'll give you one last chance." Lyle looked at the house elf indifferently and said, "If you do it again, not only you, but your family will also be banished."

   "Thank you, master..." Polka said gratefully.

  Even if he has magical powers that Lyle does not have, it is still a slave, but Muggle Lyle is the master of the master.

  Lyle sighed, looked at Polka with pity, then took Nadia's arm and apparated with her.

  (End of this chapter)