Harry Potter Morning Light

After the visit to the Louvre, Mr. Jenner took Pomona's hand and attended the reception held at the tennis court.

The reception was attended by many children, who were already playing tennis before the adults arrived, and with the first couple and Hortense in casual clothes, it felt like a normal family gathering.

This tennis court is not an ordinary tennis court, but the place where the Tennis Court Declaration was issued in 1789, so it can be understood as the prelude to the outbreak of the French Revolution.

Even though it was a very simple tennis court at the beginning, such a historical and iconic place has been renovated. It is next to the Tuileries Garden, and there are still people hanging out in the garden, but it is only between the tennis court and the garden. A few rows of military police stood behind, and citizens were not allowed to approach at will.

Pomona was inexplicably reminded of the Godfather movie, when the youngest daughter of the Corleone family got married, and the garden of the Corleone family was happy, but the outside of the house was full of policemen.

Sonny snatched the camera from someone who didn't know whether it was a policeman or a reporter, and threw it on the ground. There were no cameras at the end of the 18th century and the beginning of the 19th century, and it was still up to painters to record historical events.

Pomona really doesn't want to be recorded as a smoker, but she really wants to smoke now. She felt like the mistress Sonny met at the ball, and Josephine was Sonny's wife who chose to ignore her husband's flirting and continued to socialize gracefully with the ladies.

In the past, Pomona was the old woman who condemned young girls together with others, but now she is probably the object of others' condemnation. The probing eyes of those men and women occasionally looked in her direction, as if she was some rare animal .

It is obviously a matter between two people, but only women are condemned. This society is really fair.

This kind of social occasion is really a waste of time and life, but it is necessary, because friendship sometimes comes from this way.

She cast a glance at the sanctimonious male protagonist who acted like nothing had happened, and decided to find Qingjing in another place, since he must not be free now anyway.

She took a crystal glass of soda to watch the kids play tennis.

Not long after, a young man in black came to her side.

Good afternoon, ma'am, the young man said to her in soft French.

He is good-looking, with blond hair, dark brown eyes, and is also very tall, but looking at this face, Pomona thinks of Tom Riddle's Muggle father, and now she is very interested in the handsome appearance Already immune.

Who are you? she asked a little arrogantly.

Godan. The young man took Pomona's hand and kissed it tenderly and affectionately. I'm a poet.

Should a normal woman ask what works he has? Then he took the opportunity to start reciting poems of compliments?

You have the same name as the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Pomona said, I'm afraid he will come running over as soon as your name is called. I want to know your full name.

Gordan Poitvin, when I wasn't a poet, I worked in the prosecutor's office, answered the young man, smiling.

So, you're usually called Poitvin, so that you won't be confused with the Chancellor, right?

That's right. He nodded with a smile.

Mr. Poitvin, what can you do?

I just can't bear to leave a lady alone, or are you going to play tennis with the kids?

Do you know who I am? Pomona asked.

Know.

Tell me what you know?

You are Miss Georgiana, the mistress of the First Consul. Poitvin smiled on the surface, wearing it like a mask on his face.

Then you should know that a handsome young man like you shouldn't get so close to me, especially under the eyes of the first governor. Pomona said coldly, I'm a foreign woman, and I don't understand some of your French social life. Manners, please forgive my brutality.

Do you know why the first ruler banned playing tennis? Godin said just as Pomona was about to leave.

Pomona looked back at him.

Citizens like to gamble, and some people lose all their property for gambling. This is a bad habit, and I think it should be banned.

Pomona became a little interested in the subject and stayed on again.

The citizens have misinterpreted this law, thinking that playing tennis will become the privilege of nobles like hunting. In the current atmosphere, I think it is necessary to explain clearly to the citizens.

Pomona's mood was extremely complicated. She never thought that one day she would become an intermediary of power.

If one is not handled well, she, like Mrs. Pompadour, introduced a surgeon to the king, then she is another woman who has brought disaster to the country and the people.

You should have heard what the first lady said, women should stay away from politics. Pomona said to Godin, intending to turn her head and leave.

I wrote a one-act play, and I can send it to you with your permission, Godin said to Pomona. Just to pass the time.

Pomona thought for a while, but didn't immediately refuse.

You can give it to my maid Sophie, not me directly.

Poitvin bowed respectfully to her, and she went back to the previous reception.

Maybe it was Poitvin who started it, and a few young guys surrounded Pomona and started introducing themselves, and they almost showed their ambitions on their faces.

She doesn't object to young people being self-motivated, but she thinks they are too impatient and will grab the opportunity as soon as possible.

Pomona looked at her guardian. Mr. Jenner was concentrating on chatting with another scholar, and she suddenly felt that he was not a competent guardian.

Just when she didn't know what to do, Mrs. Deremisa who was beside Josephine came over and invited her to chat with the female relatives.

Pomona immediately followed her.

Even if she had to face Josephine's sarcastic remarks now, she still felt that it was better than staying there.

She consciously found a corner and listened to the female relatives talking about the architectural style.

Buildings are being built everywhere in Paris. In addition to the need for a large number of construction workers, there are also many designers. Pomona admires Palladio in Italy, but she thinks it is much better for her to shut up and listen than to speak out.

Josephine had taken her in, and she didn't need to make a fuss at this time.

Josephine gives people the feeling of gentleness, making people want to lie in her arms and never get up again. Even in her thirties, she is still very beautiful. She painted a layer of rose-colored blush on her cheeks, just like her. Napoleon had Pomona put it on his face.

No woman wants to be a substitute for others, anyway, Pomona seems to have a fire burning in her heart now.

Whether it was Severus or Napoleon, there was a human girl in their hearts, and the half-breed Veela lost.

Now she feels more and more like Pauline, that little Cleopatra who thinks she can conquer Eugene and Napoleon, how Hathor despises her.

If she doesn't want to be ridiculed, she shouldn't be so stupid anymore.

That's why she wants to be human, even without otherworldly beauty, but someone who will always remember her.

It was right to see Albus that way, and she wished someone could look inside her and correct her if she was wrong, rather than letting her continue to be wrong.

Men don't remind girls that they make mistakes, they can take advantage of stupid girls, although some girls are so stupid that they think they have nothing to take advantage of.

Pomona now wants to go back to the time when she was ashamed before, she just wants to show her brilliance to someone.

She touched her ears, where there should be a pair of snowflake earrings, where are they now?

And so coincidentally, her eyes just met Napoleon, and she somehow thought of the cold ice and snow.

Although the eye contact was quickly separated, Pomona could still feel that he was angry.

Men are so strange sometimes, they make trouble outside, but they don't allow women to get close to other men.

Distraught, she took a sip of ice soda, maybe as long as she didn't eat pomegranates from the underworld, she wouldn't have to worry about staying here forever.

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Severus came out of a tailor shop. At this moment, he had changed into men's clothes from the Napoleonic era, black vest, black coat, and white shirt. The scar on his neck was covered with a white scarf, and the red scarf The scarf is carried in the breast pocket.

The weather at the beginning of the 19th century was colder than that of the 20th century. Even if he wore a three-piece suit in the early summer, he didn’t feel hot. After wearing this suit, his sense of despondency disappeared. People passing by also looked at him differently, as if in Guess which big shot he is, or how he got rich.

With the pharaoh's dagger hidden in his boot, which he could draw out at any time, and his wand hidden in the sleeve of the other hand, he is now very suitable to be a lone assassin.

Napoleon got a lot of things, but they were all snatched from others. It doesn’t matter if some things are robbed, such as food, which can be planted in the future, but if some things are robbed, others will come to seek revenge .

Amors or mors, love or death.

Love doesn't always save people, it's like a potion, it's intoxicating and deadly, fascinated, hard to extricate oneself, as if bewitched.