I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"There have been more than thousands of large-scale conquests in Europe. The rights and wrongs are hard to say." The fat and golden Napoleon said this, raised his front paws to touch his black bicorn hat, looked around and sat upright. Staring at his generals, Xi Ya said: "But historians have all noticed that it is on this big stage that determines the rise and fall of many dynasties. Therefore, countless ancestors have the ambition to unify Europe. ambition."

"At that time, Caesar of the Roman Empire sent his troops north to conquer Gaul. In nine years, he captured the entire Gaul region and became the first Roman to cross the Rhine River to conquer the Germans. It was also in this way that Caesar cultivated an army that could fight every day. The teacher will lay the foundation for the future coronation of a lifelong consul."

Napoleon shook his whiskers and looked sharply.

“Ten years ago, at a critical moment, I had the honor to personally lead hundreds of thousands of athletes to fight against the anti-French alliance Holy Roman Empire Emperor Francis II, Emperor of the Kumaros Empire Alexander I, in Ostry. They won a great victory and disbanded the illegal organization...I don't understand why everyone is talking about Hannibal's difficulties in Crete now, as if fighting against the anti-French alliance is doomed for us to be in trouble."

"Six years ago, I embarked on a journey from Paris to conquer the Iberian Peninsula. The anti-French alliance was defeated by me for the fifth time. Wherever I and the army went, the people wholeheartedly welcomed me. I was full of vitality and everything was in full swing. The realm is still before my eyes, but now, has this place changed and become my burial place?"

A calico cat at the bottom complained in a low voice: "It's hard to say..."

Napoleon didn't hear it, but Louis heard it clearly. He asked Chromie: "Who is that calico cat? It's the one over there wearing a black bicorn hat with a chipped tooth..."

"Oh, that's Soult, the one who charged at Austerlitz against the sunrise." Chromie smacked his lips for Louis Kopp, and at the end, he gloated: "If Napoleon hears this, Even Soult’s title of Earl of Glamorgan might not be enough.”

"Why do you feel like you know our history better than me?" Louis was a little doubtful about life.

Chromie looked at Louis with disgust and comforted him: "We control the timeline... The first thing when we come here is to experience all the history personally, okay?"

"What a coincidence. I've always had a question. What happened to the sound of axes and candle shadows in the Song Dynasty in Siris?" Louis asked something that he had never thought about in his previous life.

Chromie smacked his lips: "You may not believe it, but it's actually Zhao Da who wants to eat walnuts..." (This story is purely fictional)

I really believed your lies...

Louis really didn't believe it. He questioned: "That doesn't make sense. If this is true, why did Zhao Da say 'easy to do' in a bad tone?"

"Zhao Er smashed it crookedly, so Zhao was so angry..." Chromie said dryly, but she didn't believe it herself.

It's a bit outrageous indeed.

Louis wanted to say something, but Napoleon in front of the stands started talking again, so he suppressed his thoughts.

"In any case, Blücher has been driven away. Now we are fighting alone against the British. Let's all cheer up and give the British some color!"

Napoleon was very energetic, but it was a pity that his general cats were listless, wilting like eggplants beaten by frost.

This is not to blame them, after all, this battle is not something that the Meow people can afford to lose, not the Pulu Meow people, but only the Meow Lanxi people can't afford to lose.

It's a pity that Napoleon didn't have a music box, otherwise he would have told his generals to "fight every game as if it were the last, and then don't be afraid of losing."

Just when Louis and the others were about to leave, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Napoleon's generals suddenly stood there, motionless, as if they were wax figures.

Only Napoleon himself was still pacing the podium, and he soon discovered the problem.

"What's going on?" Napoleon rubbed his eyes. He just lowered his head and thought about something. Why did he look like this when he raised his head?

The yellow sand rolled around, gradually creating ripples of time and space at the entrance of the conference room. Then, under Napoleon's shocked eyes, three dragon men walked out, and a dwarf girl who looked exactly like Chromie.

"Damn it, it's Mikoluo..." Chromie cursed in a low voice.

A yellow question mark visible to the naked eye appeared on Louis' head.

"Who is Mikoluo?" he asked in a low voice.

Chromie stared at Mikoluo and explained for Louis: "If you still remember Mnozdo, you should know her identity."

"Oh, she is you." Louis suddenly realized: "You after the fall, right? Or, after enlightenment?"

Chromie didn't say anything and turned around and rolled his eyes at him.

Napoleon on the podium saw Mikloro walking towards him and subconsciously took two steps back.

Mikoluo herself is not scary, mainly the several muscular dragon men behind her are more scary.

Another thing, Mikoluo's face was gray and he didn't look like a good person.

"Don't worry, my dear Majesty, we are not your enemies." Mikloro said straight to the point.

"Really?" Napoleon's expression was not very good, and his meow paws tightly grasped the gun at his waist.

Although he didn't know whether this shabby firecracker could cause harm to this group of uninvited guests, Napoleon did not want to sit still and wait for death. This was not his character.

Mikoluo smiled. If Chromie's laughter was like a silver bell, then Mikoluo's laughter was like a ghost doll.

"Your Majesty, if we want to cause harm to you, you will not be able to resist."

After finishing speaking, a wisp of black sand flew out from Mikoluo's fingers, and under Napoleon's fearful eyes, it flew towards a blue cat with a resolute face.

The blue cat, entangled by the black sand, turned into a wisp of black sand and disappeared.

"Damn it! Ney!" Napoleon gritted his teeth and looked at Mikloro. He quickly moved his claws and drew out the blunderbuss and aimed it at Mikloro's head.

"Don't panic, my majesty." Mikoluo snapped his fingers, and Marshal Ney returned to his original state.

This method of killing a person silently with just a few gestures really shocked Napoleon. He sat down on the ground, pointed tremblingly at Micollo, and said nothing for a long time.

"We have no purpose in coming this time, and we are not cooperating with you. We are just informing you of something." Mikoluo smiled wickedly: "In the decisive battle the day after tomorrow, Marshal Emmanuel Grouchy, whom you have high hopes for, Not only did he fail to catch up with Blücher's army, but he also successfully rushed to the battlefield to support the British offensive - Oh, yes, I should also add that this hesitant guy heard the sound of cannons on the battlefield, but he hesitated and missed it This is the best time to support Your Majesty..."

"Damn it, I knew it! Meowlington was their feint attack, and their real purpose was to spoil Napoleon! Damn it!" Chromie was so angry that his pigtails stood up.

"Who?" Since Chromie didn't suppress her voice, Mikoluo also heard her angry words.

Chromie jumped three feet high, and pointed his little hand at Mikoluo: "I swear, Mikoluo, you nuisance, I'm going to kick your ass hard!"

As she said that, she rushed forward and threw Mikoluo to the ground. However, due to the mutual repulsion of time and space energy, the two of them were hanging in the air and tossing around at the same time.

"Don't be stupid! Come and help me!" Mikoluo yelled at the dragon men.

But before they could make any move, Louis used chain lightning to kill them all.

"You have helpers? Damn it!" Mikoluo didn't care that he was still wandering in the air. He pulled out his small fist and punched Chromie in the face.

"This time it's for His Majesty Mnozdo!" she shouted with bared teeth and claws.

Lewis looked up at the two people hanging in the air. He didn't know how to start for a moment. He was hesitating when he felt someone pushing him.

Looking back, oh, it's Napoleon's big pie face.

"Your Majesty." Louis' etiquette was impeccable. Even though the two of them were in an enemy country, Louis was still his loyal fan.

Nahuang's personal charm is quite good.

"You...well, what are your identities?" Napoleon was organizing his words, trying to prevent his words from angering the superpower in front of him: "I see, you two don't seem to be in the same group as that black girl. , you look much more normal than her."

"You have a pair of well-informed eyes, Your Majesty." In mid-air, Chromie casually said a famous saying from the Pandaren Wanderer.

While he was talking, his hands were not idle, and he still had time to give Mikoluo an uppercut.

"We are the defenders of time and space, Your Majesty." Louis spread his hands: "The black girls in front of you are our opposite. They are the destroyers of time and space, and they take pleasure in changing history."

Anyway, Mikoluo didn't have time to refute, he just poured dirty water on her.

This is probably something he learned from the BBC—oh, that’s not true, maybe it’s the BBC and him learning from each other.

The old underworld filter.

"So, she is lying to me?" Napoleon's ears stood up and twitched twice quickly.

Louis spread his hands and looked at Napoleon with regret: "Sorry, Your Majesty, they did not lie. This time you lost completely, and there is no possibility of making a comeback."

I thought Napoleon would jump after hearing this, or be silent, or would refute, but Louis found that Napoleon was just stunned for a moment, and then sighed with relief.

"It's okay." Napoleon's words were a little lonely, "Meow Lanxi...she is too tired, and her cat people are too tired, so it's okay to leave like this."

Louis really didn't expect Napoleon to have such a pattern and courage. He asked with some confusion: "Don't you think...well, it's a pity?"

"I have fought countless battles in my military life." Napoleon put his hands behind his back and assumed a standard boss posture: "With one enemy against many, the weak defeat the strong, and I have won a great victory from a desperate situation. I don't know how many victories I have won. There are victories." , there will naturally be failures. As long as you are on this battlefield, you will inevitably fail one day. No one can be a victorious general who can defeat the strong with the weak, and Hannibal cannot do it. Even if he is as strong as Belisarius, It will also fall into the hands of a fledgling boy."

"Crocks will always break at the edge of the well, and generals will inevitably die on the battlefield." Louis sighed.

Napoleon took a deep look at Louis and said approvingly: "Very philosophical words, then - I hope you have the ability to make me forget what that black girl just said to me."

Is there such a requirement? Louis was shocked. He looked at Napoleon and asked in confusion: "Why did you make... uh, this request?"

"Arthur Wellesley is a rare opponent. I don't want to win in this way." Napoleon took out a delicate small iron box from his arms. After unscrewing it, he took out a small box the size of a dried mung bean. A small handful of gray-black snuff was placed in the tiger's mouth, pinched between two cat fingers, and then he leaned his head over it and inhaled gently, revealing a Taolian expression.

After a while, he threw away the snuff residue in his hand, screwed the lid of the snuff box in his hand and put it back in his arms.

"I would rather have a fair fight with him. Since there is no way to reverse the fate of defeat, it is better to fulfill Duke Meowlington's reputation." Napoleon smiled with relief: "Perhaps in a few hundred years, people will use this The location of the battle failed to replace..."

"Waterloo." Louis shrugged: "It won't take hundreds of years. From the moment you fail, this place name will be synonymous with failure."

Napoleon laughed, but as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, smiled and said to Louis: "I won't ask for your name. After all, there is no need...Okay, let's do it."

Louis looked to the other side and saw that Chromie had finished the battle, holding the tied Mikoluo in his hand, looking very proud of himself.

He sighed, stood upright, bowed to Napoleon, then took out his wand and pointed it at Napoleon.

"Obliviate."

"Let's go." Chromie held Mikolo, who was still kicking, with one hand and patted Louis with the other.

Lewis nodded and followed her towards the portal.

When he was about to enter the portal, he looked back at Napoleon and could see him looking blankly at the generals in front of him who also looked blank.

"What's wrong with me?" Napoleon scratched the back of his head with his cat paws, not quite understanding what just happened, and always felt as if he had forgotten something important.

…

The moment he returned to Brussels, the Mickle in Chromie's hand instantly turned into a black sand and disappeared.

"Oh, Shet..." Chromie looked at his empty hands and shouted in annoyance.

Lewis frowned and asked: "How could you let her run away? Why were you watching..."

Chromie jumped up and down and said dejectedly: "This is what happens when you pass through the portal... This is the talent of the bronze dragon. It can break free from the distortion of time and space. Since I can do it, she will definitely do it too. , I forgot about that.”

"Good-for-nothing..." Louis complained mercilessly, and then asked: "Then do we have to go back and watch out for her to find Napoleon?"

"Not for the time being. I haven't found her breath nearby. Let's take a closer look first." Chromie said with a twisted face.