Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1449 "Smelly Compatible"

Legend has it that in Orleans, France, in the Middle Ages, in a celebration, Jusannu, a village girl dressed as a Virgin Mary, met a young man dressed as a unicorn. The two fell in love, but they had seen each other many times. Later, the young man still refused to take off the mask. At this time, Jusangnu, who was afraid that the other party was the incarnation of the devil, had to rush to the church to ask God for instructions. Suddenly, there was an instruction for her to dig a hole in the topaz, and then put it on the left wrist with a gold thread. The poor young man cursed into a unicorn finally recovered his human appearance.

  Even in the American continent, New Orleans is also a famous "land of witchcraft" and a stronghold of supernatural phenomena. It is said that there is also a ferry, similar to Orleans in France.

  Rather than believing that the poor Muggle young man was cursed by the devil, Georgiana believes that he was used transfiguration by a wizard who did not abide by international secrecy.

  Part of the organizational structure of the French Ministry of Magic is based on the British Ministry of Magic, but there is a dedicated archives department to store the genealogy of pure-blood families.

  There is no doubt that the pillar of the French Ministry of Magic is pure blood, Muggle species and mixed-blood wizards are on the edge of the magical society.

Easter is the Sunday after the first full moon after the vernal equinox, which means that the night of the full moon is before Easter. During this time, werewolves may come out to bite people. In addition, Napoleon is preparing to clean up bandits and famine in the countryside. The countryside will be chaotic in 1802, and the National Self-Defense Force will begin preparations again.

  When Napoleon was suffering on the front lines in Egypt, Josephine and her little lover lived a leisurely and extravagant life in the rear. It is not without reason that the "general" would hate the quartermaster.

  In Napoleon’s constitution, property rights are placed in front of equality and freedom. The sacredness of private property comes from the "Declaration of Human Rights", which is in line with Protestant ethics. Catholicism prides itself on being poor. Both Napoleon and Severus felt that the "trophies" they had risked could not be given to others free of charge. This kind of private ownership of property has been immersed in their bones.

Men are not always able to make wise and sober choices. The wizarding world has gone through a bloodbath because of the fall of the king, and Georgiana will not let these survivors have the same chance of being wiped out because of the Muggle political storm. Can be multiplied.

Mrs. Destal has a good saying, first of all, property independence is required. Dragon blood, dragon heart, dragon claws, and dragon skin can be sold as trade goods for the daily expenses of the French Ministry of Magic. Although these pure bloods are patronizing for fun, Also know to use hidden spells.

The Muggle government has to deal with how Muggles are in dire straits. The pure-blood thinks that you should not care about the life and death of Muggles. She is still worried about the young wizards. They should not be parasitic silently in this chaotic situation. Become a silent one.

She gave these ministers who were scented with wine and perfume, three tasks in a hurry. One was to clean up all wizards and magical creatures in the jurisdiction that did not abide by the international secrecy laws, and the second was to find and protect the little wizards. Send them to the Brebaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Pyrenees. The third is to rebuild the Quidditch team, establish diplomatic relations with the Ministry of Magic of other countries as soon as possible, and notify other Ministry of Magic that in the future foreign wizards need France to travel to France. The Ministry of Magic was allowed to enter.

  After finishing the instructions, she let them discuss at will. She only needs to solve the problem and does not need to participate in the process.

The day passed quickly, and she did not leave the ministers to work overtime, telling them that they could go home at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and then she went to the forest to practice magic for a while, and now she can use fire magic, just because Carolan Can be her sparring partner.

After dark, she didn’t plan to go back to the "cold palace". She went to the house bought by Sophie and Godan Poitwin, and asked Carolan to fill the bathtub with clear water like a spring. She herself used the fire magic wizard. It heated up, and as a result, her strength was not well controlled, the cold water turned into boiling water, and the entire bathroom was filled with steam. Caroland injected a little bit of cold water in, so that the temperature of the water in the bathtub could be used for a bath.

  She regretted not bringing some rose petals so that she could sprinkle some in the bathtub. Caroland proactively said that she could find it, so Georgiana took off her clothes and lay in the bathtub.

  She felt a kind of relaxation all over, she couldn't help closing her eyes, and vaguely felt that someone was rubbing her back, which reminded her of Severus taking care of herself while in St. Mungo’s hospital.

  At first, many people think that power is intoxicating, just like a rose in full bloom, and they will know when they actually touch it. The roses are full of thorns.

  Napolioni is a civilian, and his blood is warm, so I don’t know how cold-blooded those with political interests are flowing in their veins.

Property is sacred. Other things such as humanity, freedom, equality, tolerance, sharing, chastity, and loyalty have become a thing of the past and are no longer sacred. Generally speaking, the winner of a gambling game will win the bet, so the winner is respected. Yes, the loser will be despised.

   "I just don't want you to be a deer head on someone else's wall, Leon." She closed her eyes and said.

   "I'm not Napoleon." Louvre Truman said, "You said at the Ministry of Magic that we are in war. Do you really think that?"

   "Who stole the information of Saint Luke's Palace?"

  "The invisibility cloak is not a rare thing. How do you know that the British stole it, not the Russians or Germans?" Louvre Truman said.

Because the cloak of the **** of death was at the Porter's house in the UK, Henry Potter had taken the initiative to ask to participate in the First World War. With the Potter's love to trouble and "joking" character, this "adventurer" is likely to do so. .

   "Why did you wipe my cologne?" Georgiana asked.

   "So Napoleon can't notice me, his nose is better than a dog."

  "How many secrets did you overhear?"

   "Don't worry, I know when I should automatically disappear." Truman said coldly, "You are now a big man in France."

  Georgiana laughed "How can you take your dreams seriously."

   "Do you think you are dreaming?"

   "I think I am a lucid sleepwalker." Georgiana said slowly.

   "You are crazy!" Truman turned and was about to leave.

  "Where are you going?" Georgiana asked frivolously.

   "Do I have to report to you wherever I go, ma'am?" Truman said sarcastically.

   "I thought your duty was to protect me."

   "You still need my protection. With the Forbidden Devil Ring, you can still cast such gorgeous fire magic. You could have suppressed a lot of people at that time."

   "I really didn't expect this."

   "Can I go?" Truman said impatiently.

   "You go." Georgiana said helplessly, so Louvre Truman left with heavy footsteps.

  Georgiana lay in the bathtub again and closed her eyes.

  It didn't take long before she heard heavy footsteps again.

   "What have you forgotten?" she asked casually.

"Who are you waiting for?"

  Georgiana opened her eyes and looked back at the person standing at the door of the bathroom. It was Napolioni in casual clothes.

  "Can I be with you?" He asked casually, as if asking if he could play poker together.

   "Whatever." She lay down again for a while.

  Behind him came the sound of Xisi Suosuo from the clothing, and soon he stood beside her.

   "You go over here."

  She moved aside to make room for him, and he lifted his foot into the bathtub.

  He seemed very tired, and couldn't help letting out a long sigh after lying in the water.

   "How do you feel?" she asked.

  Napolioni looked at her with gray-blue eyes.

  "This bath water was put by magic."

  He laughed.

   "Look." She snapped her fingers, and a small flame appeared in the air, turning into a horse and rushing in front of them.

   "Is this an illusion?" He held the bathtub with one hand, staring at the fire and said.

  Georgiana let the horse fall on the clothes he had just taken off, and those clothes immediately burned.

"Severus is a half-blood wizard." Georgiana said, playing with water contentedly. "His father is a Muggle and his mother is a wizard. The superstition is that Muggles who fall in love with a wizard will be loyal to her or him. In fact, But it’s the other way around. Tobias didn’t beat her, but used words to hurt her. I swear I won’t be Irene..."

  "Do you want to kill me?" He shifted his gaze from the fire to her body, "Use your flame magic."

  "Don't you believe in magic?"

   "Sounds like crazy words from a mad woman." He smiled charmingly. "How did you know about the battle in Santo Domingo?"

   "Someone told me."

   "I asked Michelle, she didn't say it." He said in a calm tone, "Who is it?"

  "William Pitt Jr.'s mentor, Earl of Malmesbury."

  Napoleon let out a cold snort, "This is really unexpected."

   Then he proficiently washed his arms and chest with water.

  Georgiana found that the ringworm on his chest had enlarged, but the water was still clean and did not turn black.

   "Do you believe in the curse?" She looked at his chest and said.

   "Do you believe this?" he asked in a weird tone.

   "My principal died of a curse." Georgiana looked into his eyes, "When did Mara's skin disease appear?"

  "Do you want to say that because there are too many people who hate me, I also got a skin disease?" He asked calmly.

   "You are so cute, why would anyone hate you?" She smirked sarcastically.

  He couldn't bear it, raised his arms and hugged her, and then kissed her.

  This kiss does not smell of orange, but has a strong bitterness, and no amount of sugar can be diluted.

   "I know you are right." After the kiss, he reluctantly said, "But I need the support of the people. They support me because I canceled the Eleventh Tax."

  "Wait, then, they are confident that the price of food will go up." Giorgioanna was so angry that "you can't import enough food for all of France."

"You're wrong again. Rural people will keep their own rations, and they don't refuse to eat brown bread and potatoes. What I need to worry about is urban residents." He let her lean in his arms and avoid the skin disease. "There are refugees and beggars."

   "You are too optimistic." She curled her lips and said.

   "I want to build a canal from Paris to Dijon." He said to himself, "You build that railway from Lyon to Dijon."

   "Why?"

   "I'll talk later." His hands began to behave erratically, "Do you miss me?"

  She wants to refuse.

"I have met many people like this. No matter how good you are to them, they still think about the person who treated them badly in the past, just like the brothers and sisters abandoned by their parents in fairy tales. They met in the forest. The witch may just want to treat them well, but they killed her, robbed her of her belongings, and then dedicated them to the parents who abandoned her." He whispered in her ear, "Lily abandoned him and he treated her. Don't forget, do you want to be the witch who kindly saved him but was killed?"

  "Please stop talking." She said in pain.

   "Stay with me, dear." Pluto said softly, "Don't think about that person who doesn't know what is good or bad."

   "How do you know I am thinking of him?"

  Leon still smiled, "I understand your mood, because I also love a woman who doesn't know good or bad, and she also has other men in her heart."

  She doesn’t know how to answer.

  "Let me help you forget him." Like a magic trick, he raised his hand to her eyes, "Close your eyes, princess."

  She obediently did so, and then she was placed softly in the bathtub.

   "You can think of me as him." Leon said in her ear.

   "This is not fair to you." Georgiana whispered.

   "I don't care, please heal me."

  She seemed to see a beast caught by a beast.

  It lay lonely in the ice and snow, and its blood was everywhere on the snow.

  It has a pair of golden eyes.

   "What color are your eyes?" She looked at Napoleon's blue eyes and said.

"You told me in court that day that those soldiers could no longer hold on after a few days of fierce fighting, and were eager to return to Paris to rest, so that they would leave the team without following the orders of their superiors. If it were me, how would I judge them." Leon smiled bitterly, "Have you expected such a day?"

   "What if I say no?"

  "Then this is the arrangement of fate." He kissed her on the lips. "I want to rest, sister Dina Sad, you can tell me the story later."

  "Do you want to disband them on the spot?"

  He did not answer her question.

  The smell of scorched clothes filled the bathroom and it smelled terribly unpleasant, but she didn't want to cover the smell with perfume.

  Because they are not old nobles, they don’t take a bath all year round and they smell bad, and they have to cover them with perfume.

  (End of this chapter)