Harry Potter Morning Light

When Georgiana and Leon Cour arrived at St. Luke's Palace, Napoleon was practicing guns on the training ground.

He is wearing a military uniform today, with a gray coat on his outside, and the soldiers around him are all more well-dressed than him.

If you want to stand out among others, you don't have to dress more gorgeously than everyone else. For example, one of the onlookers is dressed like a peacock.

But he obviously lost to Napoleon in terms of aura.

Georgiana, who was originally aggressive and was going to find him desperately, suddenly calmed down.

At this moment he is not a man, but the leader of a country, and the way he raises his gun and shoots is suitable for print propaganda.

When he messed around while he was doing business, even if she was a reasonable party, she would be considered unreasonable by the people around her, so she had to stand in the distance with Mr. Leon Kuhl and wait.

I don't know if it's because his marksmanship is bad, but he fired a few shots without hitting the bull's-eye.

"That's a Prussian gun," said Monsieur Lyoncourt to Georgiana. "The Prussian shoots four times a minute."

"If you can't aim correctly, what's the use of shooting fast?" Pomona muttered.

She understood what Napoleon was thinking now.

Prussia was once one of the countries that took advantage of the chaos to carve up France.

In history, Napoleon invaded Prussia, but she didn't know which year it was,

Of course it is not good to be strong and bully the weak, but Prussia has a record of defeating France in the Seven Years War, which makes them arrogant. In order to pursue the speed of fire, they gave up the most critical accuracy of shooting.

Napoleon saw the "opportunity" and he had always been very accurate in grasping the fighter planes. This general played the war to an artistic effect.

It is difficult for her to connect the powerful and majestic people with ordinary people at the moment.

When he had finished speaking with the officers, a second lieutenant reminded him that someone was waiting for him.

He turned his head and found Georgiana with a gratified smile on her face.

He handed the gun to his entourage and walked straight towards her.

It's hard not to feel vain at a time like this, but she remembers what she's here for.

"You look great in this outfit." He praised her new dress. "Do you like it?"

"I have a question for you." She said with a cold face, and walked towards the grove first.

Napoleon followed her at a leisurely pace, and soon reached a corner where no one could see him.

"You..." She was about to turn around and scold someone, but she was hugged in the end.

"Miss me?" he said affectionately.

She knew there was a reason for those unhealthy dreams last night.

She pushed him away and gave the great General Bonaparte a slap before getting lost in his head.

"Why did you hit me again this time?" He touched his face and asked inexplicably.

"How did you get that moss on your body?" she said, pointing to his ankle.

"What?"

"Did you infect me with some disease!" She said a little excitedly, "I have always kept my body clean, but you and so many women..."

"What!" This time Bonaparte used the roar of a lion reprimanding a man.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ." Georgiana covered her face and cried.

Although many diseases are not contagious between Muggles and wizards, such as the Black Death, who knows if other diseases will be contagious.

This is God's real punishment for her derailment in marriage.

"Just ordinary moss." He said impatiently. "You're thinking too much."

She still beat up the stinking bastard.

"The disease is so prevalent now, how do you know they don't have it?"

"What do they have to do with me?"

Georgiana wanted to beat him up again.

But he raised his hand, but he didn't dare to slap the slap. His eyes looked very scary.

If she had her magic back, why be afraid of a Muggle?

"That's all you want to say when you come to see me?" asked General Bonaparte.

"No." She grabbed the collar of his coat and kissed him forcefully.

He is not a clean person, and his character is even a bit poor. He has robbed other people's wives more than once.

But he's really a super smart jerk.

He is a conqueror, not good at maintenance, after a while he will have a new goal, and then forget about her.

He tore down other people's families, but he didn't feel that he was at fault. It is said that this kind of person should be hated by many people.

But she remembered him raising the tent and the expressions of the soldiers sleeping in the camp. The dangerous army that others feared represented warmth in his eyes, and his soldiers were all his sons.

Some of these "sons" have left disabilities, and some have left spiritual scars. Ordinary citizens are very afraid of them.

In addition to bringing glory, war can also change a person's destiny, not in a good way. It will take a long process for them to start their lives again. Not everyone is as lucky as General Bonaparte.

After the kiss, he became gentle again, even holding her hands and kissing her fingertips.

"I want to use the money you give me for charity."

"Use it whatever you want."

"I'll lend as a loan to people who went bankrupt for forming the Bread Guild," she whispered. "Do you think I offended you by doing this?"

He froze for a moment.

"These people also made sacrifices for the country."

"Soldiers also made sacrifices."

"I know, but I haven't thought of a way yet. They have a lot of bad habits. I can't give them the money. They will squander it."

"Not everyone has bad habits. Some people are just too honest and don't know how to survive in a place full of treacherous people." Napoleon said softly, "Take care of them for me."

This is their common ideal.

She was intoxicated in this unreal dream. As a like-minded person, he treated Mr. Jenner courteously to borrow his prestige, but there was also an element of real admiration, otherwise he would not have maintained his dignity in front of Mr. Jenner. etiquette.

The last time he was in the carriage, he acted like a hooligan in front of two secret policemen, not like a hero at all.

"Why do you like hitting me so much?" He said with a smirk.

"You deserved to be beaten." She pinched his arm vigorously. "If I get a strange disease, then I will make you look good!"

In the end, he laughed heartily, picked her up and twirled her around.

"What are you doing! Let me down!"

After another two turns, maybe the civilian general really had no strength, so he put her on the ground again.

"We are suffering from a disease, the disease of idealists." Napoleon said with a cold face, "They are all so naive and ridiculous, and they must hit a wall in reality to be cured."

"That's why we met in the dream world." She said helplessly.

"You should go back." He said softly, "That person loves you too."

"He has another woman in his heart."

He said with some pain, "Josephine always said that I have another lover. I always thought it was her imagination, just like she said that there is a ghost of Marie Antoinette in the Tuileries Palace."

"Women feel very accurate."

"So how do you feel now?"

"You have to do that," Georgiana said, "to keep the riot from spreading."

"anything else?"

"You're scared," she said softly. "You're a J.D. like those lawyers."

"The thing that makes me most proud is not my 40 victories, but my code." He continued softly, "Have you read it?"

"The divorce one..." Someone flicked her forehead.

"Why hit me?" She clutched the place where she was hit.

"What do you think?" he asked back.

"Women must do whatever they want, why are they not allowed to leave!" she said, hiding her feet.

Bonaparte turned away as if he felt that she was hopeless.

"Is this the last time we see each other?" Georgiana asked.

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to go back." He said with his back to her, looking very heroic.

"What about the people you asked me to take care of?"

He stopped going.

"How about we try something different?" Georgiana said. "It's a dream anyway."

"Okay." He promised, "You might as well not leave."

"You just said to let me go, but you won't actually let me go, right?" Georgiana said, "How can you let go of something you have obtained so hard?"

"You know what's the scariest thing about having someone who understands you perfectly?" Napoleon looked back at her. "You're like a mind reader."

"That trick is called Legilimency."

"I love you, midnight elf," he said firmly.

"only these?"

"What else do you want?"

She bit her finger and thought.

Napoleon shook his head and left.

"Do you still have that habit now? Thinking about the present three or four months ago?" She asked behind his back.

Just when she thought he wouldn't answer and pouted to leave, he said, "I can't think of anything but you, why does he always grab me."

"I think Severus thinks you stole it from him."

"Then see who can snatch who." He spit on the ground, and then walked towards his army.