Harry Potter Morning Light

Since 1800, the Tuileries Palace and the Castle of Malemaison have been the seat of the French government. Although the Brummoon coup made the votes of the former senators a joke, these lawyers are proficient in the law and useful. .

Legislation was enacted by illegitimately elected deputies, who had their offices in the Luxembourg Palace, where Napoleon sometimes worked.

Napoleon would not make the same mistakes as Louis XVI. Pomona used to think things too simply, thinking that Marie Antoinette supported Louis XVI to stay, and France would be able to have a constitutional monarchy like Britain.

Napoleon bought Malemaison in the suburbs, firstly because the place was big enough, and secondly because he did not have to worry about the dense population in the center of Paris, he would not stay in the Tuileries Palace for a long time. And besides Malemaison, he also occasionally works in St. Luke's Palace, which has been the royal family's vacation estate since the sixteenth century. Like the Versailles Palace, it was designed by Le Norte, and everything is full of Baroque luxury. And there is also a very large vineyard, but it was burned by the Prussians during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870, leaving this palace, which was originally named after the Louvre and Versailles, in ruins.

Currently Pomona’s residence is here. From the map, it takes a short detour to go from the Luxembourg Palace to Saint Luke and then back to Malemaison. A piece of cake.

If it is said that in the garden of the Tuileries Palace, many literati wearing tuxedos and courteously visiting the garden with ladies can be seen, then in St. Luke's, almost all soldiers wearing gold tassels, in this huge In the palace, without a maid to lead the way, Pomona would accidentally break into the room of the officers who were having a secret meeting.

There is no place like a study room here. Instead, a huge map of Europe is placed in the place that used to be a ballroom. It is extremely detailed, and there are many flags on it, and each flag has a country's coat of arms. . It's just that the place representing the sea is full of British and Spanish warships, and not a single sampan in the French fleet can be seen. The map of Egypt is almost blank except for the coastal ports and a few large cities, and the scale is not the same as the Egyptian terrain hundreds of years later.

At present, the room is full of staff officers, who are holding wooden sticks and moving small flags like chess pieces on the map according to the latest information received. The room next to the restaurant is a large office, and people are constantly coming and going in and out.

Pomona didn't intend to go in at all, the room was filled with all kinds of indescribable smells, but she saw an English newspaper on a sink with a mirror at the door, she took it over and flipped through it. .

The headlines on the front page of the newspaper said that the British Prime Minister had changed. The former Prime Minister William Pitt, who was tough on France, was replaced by Henry Addington, who was friendly to France. Pomona recalled the history carefully, and suddenly remembered that she participated in the in what incident.

In 1802, France and Britain signed the Treaty of Amiens, which stipulated that Britain withdrew its troops from Malta, Gibraltar and Egypt, handed over the administration to the Knights of St. The Kingdom and the Papal States withdrew their troops.

If the Pope is involved, it's none of her business. After reading the newspaper, she wanted to throw it away, but this palace doesn't have trash cans like tourist attractions hundreds of years later. She didn't know it after searching for a long time. Where should I put the finished newspaper? At this time, the maid Maria who followed her took the newspaper.

Is Mademoiselle going to dinner? Maria said softly in French.

After listening to Bonaparte's accented, weird-sounding French, and listening to Maria's voice, Pomona realized that French is a language suitable for talking about love.

No, thanks, Pomona said, frowning.

In Greek mythology, Hades, the god of the underworld, tricked Persephone into eating a pomegranate from the underworld, so she had to stay in the underworld for three months every year.

After waking up, she was just a little hungry, but the time has changed from winter to spring, and a person who has not eaten for several months can't just be a little hungry.

She has to leave here, only in this way other people will not notice her abnormality, and regard her as a monster who does not eat or drink.

Just as she was thinking about how to get rid of Maria and run away, a familiar smell stopped her in her tracks.

It was a stench, a bit like a dead body, except that it wasn't covered up with garlic, and it wasn't as suffocating as Quirrell's, which made people shy away from a long distance.

Like a dog, she sniffed the stench that lingered in the air carefully, and then came to an empty room.

In other words, it is not empty. It should be Napoleon's office in St. Luke. There is a smell of spices in the air that is similar to that of the Tuileries Palace, but the sofas and tablecloths here are all green. Looking at her, she thought she was in the Slytherin lounge.

Next to the large glass window, a table with the best light is placed, on which there are two statues on the left and one on the right, a man wearing a black cloak and covering his face with a hood is lifting one of the statues, As if looking for something.

Come here~ Maria was about to shout when a flying knife hit her throat. She opened her eyes wide, clutched her neck and fell slowly, then lay motionless on the ground.

Pomona looked at the man in black.

Good night, ma'am. The man in black said in French while taking off his hood. Pomona recognized the face immediately.

It's you. Pomona said to the death priest with Lyle Meyer's face on her face. Why are you here?

Lyall ignored her and continued to rummage in Napoleon's study.

Pomona raised her wand at him, Do you think I dare not do anything to you?

You are a white wizard, since when did white wizards kill people?

You are also a Muggle, why did you kill her? Pomona said angrily.

She's not really dead, and everyone here isn't really alive, Lyle said.

You mean, they're all shadows? Pomona asked.

Lairton paused and looked back at her.

Who told you that?

A wayward goddess. Pomona said helplessly, What is this place?

Napoleon has an amazing memory. His memory is like a palace. Before he aspired to be a soldier, he tried to be a novelist, or a thinker like Rousseau. A lot of energy, and then there's a world, you could say it's his dream, you could say it's the world of his mind.

Pomona suddenly realized something.

Both the Tuileries Palace and Saint Luke were burnt down in the real world and do not exist.

You mean, a place like Nowhere? Pomona asked.

I prefer to use what modern psychologists call the subconscious or the unconscious. When people are exhausted in the real world, dreams can sometimes remind people that this world is also a platform for God to communicate with people. Haven't you noticed that you can't find it now? To Napoleon? Lyle said.

Because he woke up from the dream. Pomona suddenly realized.

Even if he wakes up, this world doesn't disappear. It's just that when he enters this world next time, he doesn't know where he will be. He may not be able to meet you, or he may meet you by accident like this time. you.

How do you know? Pomona asked.

People here also whisper. Lyle pointed to his ear. He wants to lock you up in this place.

This is ridiculous. Pomona put her hands on her hips petulantly.

He's an energetic young soldier, and it's only natural for him to be full of fantasies about women. Lyle said with a smile, You're like his dream girl.

Hahaha. Pomona laughed dryly, This joke is not funny at all.

Women's moral values ​​are completely different from men's. I knew a Miss de Lanclo, who was regarded as a remarkable figure in society. She despised women's morality and judged everything according to male morality. She was outspoken and seen as a loyal friend, but men just saw her as another man and no one loved her like a woman. Lyle said the female community also couldn't accept her and laughed at what she did in private. Why, she was very lonely, and ended up depressed, and I think you should know that if nature has arranged for you to live as a woman, you should be a woman instead of fantasizing about living in a man's world, which is not good for you beneficial.

You say all this is my fantasy?

I'm telling you how to go back. Lyle raised his right hand, as if holding something in his hand, Come on, ma'am, you've had enough sleep.

Pomona, motionless as if petrified, heard a bell, and blinked again to find herself in the darkness of the Louvre.

She was still standing in front of the oil painting of the Raft of Medusa, and Hathor was standing beside her.

She took a few deep breaths, clutching her heart, as if feeling alive by feeling its beating.

You wake up really fast. Hathor said with some surprise, Is it because I failed in hypnosis?

Pomona did not explain to her that she had seen Lyle Meyer, and in a sense the priest had saved her life.

Since you can send my consciousness to the world over there, why don't you go yourself? Pomona complained angrily.

I'd rather be a fisherman than a bait. Hathor said, Or, I don't quite remember what it's like to be a man. Although Bonaparte doesn't understand women, he is very sensitive. He will notice Anomaly, that's why I need you.

You... Pomona was extremely regretful, she shouldn't have walked into the room where the Dendera constellation board was stored.

You are not the first woman I sent in. Others have failed, and there are even people who were seduced by him and stayed in that world forever, becoming a member of his 'harem'. Hathor sighed, The lions are too. Polygamy, a man can never get rid of this problem.

I never heard of anyone missing in the Louvre, said Pomona.

The people who come to the Louvre are tourists. They come and go. Who knows when they left. Hathor sneered gracefully. Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it didn't happen. It's just that you don't know.

I don't want to do it! Pomona yelled.

Before your lover rescued you, you were my hostage. You've heard that hostages have the right to make demands? Hathor said with a cold face, his eyes began to glow brightly, looking like two fireballs.

He'd better hurry up. Bonaparte has shaken you, Georgiana? Hathor smiled, taking a sip of his wine. Your loyalty is not as strong as you think.

You devil, Pomona said through gritted teeth.

Hathor walked away gracefully with a charming smile, continuing to admire the oil paintings on the walls of the Louvre.

This is human beings, who can't stand the temptation at all. When the plague and natural disasters come and the gods they believe in don't come to take care of them, they betray it. I don't need and don't want that kind of fragile soul. Only Napoleon I will never spare the soul of Bonaparte.

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Severus eventually found Eugene on the passage leading to the roof of the Louvre.

His Mamluk sword pierced a baboon, but instead of turning into sand like the others, it became a sculpture.

It seems to want to summon the crocodile again. Eugene said to Severus, In this case, everything will have to start all over again.

Severus said nothing, continuing to stride towards the roof, his baggy robes fluttering like black flames in the night wind.

Then he got through the iron door, jumped into the secret room, and sat at the round table with the lapis lazuli crocodile sculpture.

Finally we are the only ones left. He looked at the crocodile calmly and said, and put the unfinished Senet chess on the table. I think there will be atmosphere in this way of chess, what do you think?

The four short sticks representing the dice began to move by themselves, and after a loud noise, a black jackal piece on the chessboard moved two steps.

It's me again, Severus said, and went straight to grab the club, and he rolled a six.

Luck seems to follow me, are you still going to accuse me of cheating? Severus said to the crocodile.

Naturally no one answered him.

Don't bet with others if you can't afford to lose. There is no game in this world that is sure to win. Severus spit on the ground, then moved a green lion chess piece, and picked up the short stick .