Harry Potter Morning Light

Paris in the 21st century looks very clean, at least not the same as the dirty streets of Paris during the Industrial Revolution, let alone before Haussmann's transformation.

The house near Nicolemay's house is one of the few preserved old communities. Because of the magic spell, this house has no house number, and it is like a "non-existent" house.

Neither the restaurant owner nor the waiter at the alley knew Crimean, and he looked nervous after sitting down, as if he didn't eat with people often, and Felix was gorging himself on a wooden bran cup of ice cream, which belongs to The privilege of little children.

"He should be in school at his age." Krimian looked at Felix and said, "Who usually teaches him?"

"He's not going to be a wizard." Severus lit his cigarette and said stiffly, "He's going to be a warlock."

"He made such a big decision at such a young age?"

Severus smiled, "I didn't expect you to cook like a housewife, but I didn't expect you to chatter like them."

Crimean froze.

"I didn't smell smoke in the house," Severus said. "You don't usually eat there, do you?"

Crimean didn't answer.

"And you don't eat in this restaurant, you don't need food like your teacher?"

"I'll eat elsewhere." Crimean said a little displeased, "What does this have to do with you?"

"Not many people know of your existence, and many people covet the research results of Nick Flamel, and you are right to do so." Severus took a drag on his cigarette. "Too many people want the Philosopher's Stone."

"He still believes that Napoleon will be resurrected." Conseil said teasingly, "Do you believe it?"

Crimean looked serious.

"How do you think he'll do it?" Crimean asked Severus.

"The Pensieve still has memory. He can remember the name and appearance of the soldier who shared a piece of bread with him on the battlefield ten years ago." Severus sighed. "I almost thought it was fiction."

"What do you think Napoleon will do after his resurrection?" Crimean said.

"Isn't that obvious?" Felix rolled his eyes, "This riot has something to do with him."

"I don't think so," Crimean said. "Napoleon was the one who set the order and the rules, not the one who incited the rebellion."

"You should look at the peace treaties he made, all of which are to create disputes and prepare for future wars." Severus said with a cold snort.

"That's a one-sided view of yours," said Crimean.

"Are you defending him because he's a Muggle, or because I was once a Death Eater?" Severus asked.

"I don't think wizards who express affection for Muggle society are mentally retarded," said Crimean. "I hear you look down on Weasley."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Your friend, Lucius Malfoy."

"Have you had direct contact with him?"

"He has shown contempt for Weasley in many public places."

Severus was silent for a while and then said, "I have a little friendship with him, but that doesn't mean I agree with him on everything."

"Then what's your attitude towards Muggles now?" Crimean asked.

"I'm just not as warm-hearted as you guys." Severus stared at Kemilian and said, "Perhaps what happened in the past made you think that I belonged to those in the Order of the Phoenix, but unfortunately, I am not, I You're not asked to trust me, and I'm not going to say I'm a member of the Order of the Phoenix just to make you think I'm credible."

"Aren't you willing to change your attitude a little?" said Crimean.

Severus didn't want to talk to Crimean at all, he was looking at the kitchen expectantly, as if hoping that his order would be served sooner.

"Do you trust a man like him?" Crimean asked Conseil.

"He's my boss," said Conseil, smiling.

Crimean looked at him inexplicably, as if he didn't understand what the answer was.

"Idiot." Felix teased, and as soon as he finished his words, Conseil slapped the back of the head. He looked at Conseil with terrible eyes, and a mist like a black veil coiled around him.

"I want to finish lunch as soon as possible." Severus said lightly, "Don't ruin this restaurant."

The Obscure who seemed about to erupt just now fell silent, and continued to eat the wooden bran cup of ice cream in front of him in silence.

Crimian looked at Felix in surprise, then at Conseil, who shook his head at him.

After a while, their orders came. Severus asked for lamb chops, Felix asked for steak, Goncey asked for cod, and Crimean asked for pasta. Eating all kinds of food, no one talking to each other, what a waste of the beautiful scenery on the streets of Paris.

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"Georgiana!"

The old professor, who was clumsily learning Egyptian dance with Belle, followed the sound and found that it was her little French lover.

Shouldn't a normal young girl see her lover approaching, run to him, and throw herself at him with open arms?

Georgiana looked at Napoleoni's thin figure and decided not to do that. There were several ministers behind him. If they saw him being thrown down by her, they would not know how they were laughing.

She curtseyed over him in an absolutely aristocratic manner, and just as she stood upright, Bonaparte opened his arms and gave her a warm embrace.

"We are free at last," he whispered in her ear.

Georgiana was not as excited as she imagined, she thought it was just a business trip.

"Are you happy?" he asked again.

"Happy," she said insincerely, but she was definitely not as happy as Bonaparte.

Then he released his hands.

"What are you guys doing?"

"I'm learning to dance, the Egyptian dance."

"Why are you learning this?"

Because the ghost of Carloman, the uncle of Charlemagne and Pepin's brother, is following them now, according to the records in the Pentateuch, after leaving Egypt and coming to Canaan, Jehovah asked the Levites to kill all the firstborn animals. sacrificed. Among the ten disasters in Egypt was the disaster of the firstborn son. Jehovah not only took away the firstborn animals, but also took away the lives of all firstborn sons from Pharaoh to prisoners.

Carloman appeared just after the birth of Louis and Hortense's son, Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte. After careful calculation, in addition to Delmid and Achille, Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte He was the firstborn of Napoleon's direct lineage, and both Joseph and Lucien had daughters.

If Carloman had to take the "firstborn" Louis Napoleon as a sacrifice before returning, she doubted that Napoleon would kill her alive.

"I am praying for the son of Hortense," said Georgiana softly. "I am not in Paris now, and I am afraid that someone will use witchcraft against him."

As if moved, he hugged her tightly again.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

"Not yet." He said with a smile.

"What do you want to eat?" Georgiana asked. "Don't eat the food at this school. I can't believe it's a French cook."

"Let's go to the kitchen." The First Consul of France in an olive green uniform said like a nocturnal adventurer.

Georgiana watched him, wondering which House he would be sorted into if he wore the Sorting Hat.

Then, by the light of flickering torches, they went to the kitchen of Saint-Germain-en-Laye, where Georgiana, instead of using the baguettes that could serve as weapons, made spaghetti bolognese, which he quickly ate.

No one may believe that Napoleon is actually very easy to feed, he eats almost everything, and he has never been seen as a picky eater, except for drinking.

He is different from those monarchs who often have tens or hundreds of dishes and have many complicated table manners.

He didn't have much clothes, and he could be considered simple from a certain point of view, so she felt that it was a pity that the French lost such a monarch.

"What are you thinking?" Bonaparte said with a smile, with a bloody mouth stained with ketchup.

"I feel like my heart is beating again," Georgiana said deadpan.

"Like you, I think the atmosphere is very good now." He put down the fork and grabbed her hand. "It would be even better if there is a child."

Georgiana stared at the hand.

"Like a family of three," he whispered. "I almost took Delmid with me."

"You may have misunderstood..."

"I want to lie in your arms." He interrupted her.

"If you lie down after eating, you will get fat." She said conservatively.

Instead he was looking at the greasy kitchen floor.

"Let's go." She said helplessly, took his hand and left the kitchen.

Although she wasn't wearing a gorgeous dress, she couldn't accept sitting on such a dirty floor. Besides, there was a small garden outside, and it would be nice to bask in the moon.

She began to understand what the vampire Giovanni said that Napoleon was an ordinary person. This person has a side that dominates the world outside, and he also has an ordinary, ordinary side, but that is only after he has taken off the burden on his shoulders. owned.

Later they chatted in the garden, and he talked about Tsar Alexander I, who was actually a very poor child. When Queen Ekaterina was around, he had to deal with his grandmother and parents, waiting for Ekaterina Queen Na died, and he had to deal with his father and mother again.

The 24-year-old new emperor felt very old, and sometimes he had a fantasy that he wanted to spend his private life studying nature with his wife on the Rhine, among friends, after abdication.

Queen Ekaterina was undoubtedly talented, but the salon she presided over was like a graceful swamp, while Paul I's barracks was a disgusting swamp, and Alexander I actually worked hard to make a living .

One night, Queen Ekaterina was in a very bad mood after the state meeting, but she still appeared in the salon.

In the Ekaterina era, Russia had already planned to release the serfs, but this was a private plan and there was no plan. After all, compared with the bottom-up, the abolition of serfdom through peasant riots, the top-down reform Much milder. This is also the reason for the constant change of regime during the French Revolution. People at that time first thought of destruction, and there was no preparation for replacement.

However, there were too many nobles who were unwilling to give in at that time, and the queen, who was in a rage, slapped Alexander I severely, as if he was the nobles who defied her.

After beating Alexander I, Queen Ekaterina woke up, but Alexander I's ears have not been very sharp since then.

It is impossible to cultivate a cheerful personality in such an environment, and everyone is accusing Alexander I of duplicity. In fact, after he ascended the throne, Alexander I didn't need to pretend anything, he was just used to this kind of life without revealing his true intentions.

He looks happy and carefree in front of his grandmother, but as soon as he returns to his father, he will become another person, cold and resolute, without personal emotions, which is the standard image of a soldier in his father Paul's heart.

He claimed that he was partially deaf in his left ear because he served in the artillery unit. The roar of the cannon damaged his hearing. How could Napoleon, who was born as an artilleryman, not know whether Alexander I was telling the truth or a lie.

Alexander I was a good person, but he couldn't tell the priority when facing pressure from the United Kingdom, whether the Baltic Sea and the Black Sea straits should be opened or blocked.

It's not that he has no opinion, nor is he ambitious, but he is better at guessing and feeling other people's thoughts and opinions, not decisive, and he didn't intentionally drag his country and people into war.

"I plan to send foreign aristocratic youths to study in France next year. The Palace of Fontainebleau is almost ready. Do you think the food in the cafeteria should be richer or simpler?" Bonaparte asked.

"Including Portugal?" asked Georgiana.

He nodded.

"I hope they can have a hearty meal. I prepared all the opening banquets before. But those young people in the military academy are engaged in a profession that requires hard work."

"You don't mind?" he asked.

"What do you mind?"

"It's nothing." He said with a smile, then closed his eyes and continued to bask in the moonlight.