Harry Potter Morning Light

Pomona heard the sound of a carriage early in the morning on the second day after the messenger had left.

At first she thought it was passing by, but the car drove directly into the yard.

The one who got out of the carriage was an officer, in his forties, with an unsmiling appearance. After he invited Pomona into the carriage, he sat in the front row next to the driver, and she was taken away inexplicably. up.

The car took her from the countryside to Paris, and it was almost noon when she came to the edge of a river. Napoleon Bonaparte, wearing a school uniform and a gray overcoat, was waiting for her on the bank of the river.

She's wearing a nun's robe now, except she doesn't wear a headscarf, since she hasn't really become a monk after all.

She didn't dare to open the door, and Napoleon didn't open the door for her, until the officer who picked her up couldn't stand it anymore and opened the car door for her.

He reached out to her to signal her to get out of the carriage, and she cursed and got out of the carriage.

This is an undeveloped forest, there is nothing around, she has no idea what she is doing here.

Come with me, said General Bonaparte.

She kept a social distance, walking on the river bank full of pebbles with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

What did you bring me here for? she asked.

What you are looking at now is the water supply system of Paris in the future. Napoleon pointed to the clear river and the center of Paris, I want to dig a canal between them.

You don't want to build ancient Roman aqueducts?

It takes too long and is impractical. What do you want the river bank to look like? Napoleon asked Pomona.

What?

I want to give it to you as a gift. Napoleon said, You can design the scenery along the coast as you design your own garden.

What's the budget for building the canal?

Thirty million francs.

Pomona is a little confused. A worker earns less than 3 francs a month. What is the concept of 30 million francs?

We will cut down part of the forest on both sides of the canal as a resettlement site for refugees. After they leave, these places will become residential areas. What style of architecture do you like?

Can I mention it casually?

certainly.

Venice, said Pomona, I spent my honeymoon there.

The expression on his face froze.

My husband's a formidable man, isn't he? she said triumphantly.

He didn't say anything about it.

I like you very much, French, but I'm British. If you build this canal, you will use a lot of manpower, so you can't send troops to fight anymore. People will say that I, a British spy, sent you The idea, so that you can no longer get 'dazzling' victories, you should have thought of it when you passed this proposal yesterday.

He taught you this? Napoleon asked coldly.

No, I thought of it myself. She pointed to her head, Eastern than Egypt, there is a country called Qin, where there is an emperor named Qin Shihuang, who once built a canal to irrigate the farmland, This canal is called Zhengguo Canal. The enemy of Qin State sent a spy to build this canal with the purpose of using water to bring down Qin State. However, the effect of this canal after it was completed was also remarkable. Qin Shihuang ignored the opposition of other ministers , Insist on building the Zhengguo Canal. Moving the capital is not a trivial matter. You have forced the Portuguese to abandon their homeland, but if the citizens of Paris continue to drink such bad water, the plague will break out sooner or later. What will you do then? Kill me, the spy, Sultan.

Napoleon smiled.

I've read the Qur'an, and the saints once said that when life is threatened, some precepts are not followed, including eating pork that they consider unclean. You know how St. Mark's body was transported to St. Mark's Church ?”

I know. Napoleon looked at the distant scenery and said, This is related to what you said in your reply letter.

I don't despise Theodora, nor do I despise those women who are forced to become prostitutes because of life. There are not many job opportunities left for us in this world, and some of them will be taken away by men. We...

It's them. Napoleon corrected her What do you want to say?

Don't hurt them, Pomona begged. Please be as gentle with them as you were with me.

My tenderness is not cheap. Napoleon looked at her and said, I am your lion, princess.

Girls are very difficult to discipline. Pomona said from personal experience, The stricter the discipline, the more rebellious they will be, and the more indulgent they will be if they don't care about them. They don't take their father seriously at all.

Your father can't control you?

He was sick, very sick, but all I wanted was to be with him, she said, ashamed.

So what about him? What is he doing? Napoleon said indifferently.

He's a spy, and we have bad people in the wizarding world, and he's a hero to us.

Then I would like to ask the hero's name. Napoleon said with a smile.

You can ask him to tell you that I told him once that I don't like heroes, because the heroes I have come into contact with are like Jason, but your kind of hero is different. Pomona said with admiration No wonder the French people love you so much.

Your French is terrible.

It's about the same for you. Is there anyone correcting your accent now?

Napoleon laughed.

Maybe one day people will imitate your accent so much that they forget what it's like to be French, just like your style of dressing. Pomona looked at his gray coat I can't stand the lace and wigs.

Powdering is still needed. I used to powder it well.

Oh. Pomona wailed. The image of Napoleon powdering was too terrifying for her to imagine.

You're a lot tanned and not as pale as you used to be, he said softly. Looks like a French woman.

She remembered that French noblewomen also regarded whiteness and tenderness as their beauty, and it took until the 20th century for tanning to be beautiful.

Canal Saint-Martin, she said suddenly.

Napoleon stared at her.

The Canal Saint-Martin will become a Parisian sunbathing area in the future, and there will be beauties wearing bikinis basking in the sun everywhere.

She saw that in a travel magazine, but she didn't expect that the famous canal hadn't been repaired yet.

The name of the canal. Pomona stared at the confused Lord Bonaparte and said, Do you like it?

Why Saint Martin?

She didn't know how to explain it.

Then do you know who St. Martin is? Napoleon asked suspiciously again.

No.

What's in your little head. He tugged at her ear, and the buttons of his coat caught her hair.

It took him a while to untie them.

Is this your real hair? He said in surprise.

That's right, natural.

It really does look fake, he said, staring at her hair.

She stared at this Napoleon Bonaparte exactly like in the portrait, and also thought he looked fake.

At that time, he was riding a white horse, with a mighty look, not as short as when he was standing on the ground now.

Why do men care so much about their height?

You actually said to Lucien that I was a brazen little man. She said with hatred. How taller are you than me?

That's also taller than you. He said with a little complacency.

I want to have a picnic here, are you hungry?

He seemed to think it was a good idea, so he called a soldier who followed from a distance, and ordered him to find food.

We can still hunt. He looked at the surrounding forest and said, See what we can hunt?

If you unshackle me, I can catch fish, she suggested immediately.

In the end, he didn't know what organ she had encountered, and his eyes suddenly changed.

There was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his head without saying a word, as if he was thinking of some bad idea.

What are you thinking? She asked alertly.

Let's go, see if there is a suitable place for a picnic ahead. Napoleon walked along the Urk River with his hands behind his back, as if he was patrolling his position.

She felt that this river would bring new hope, as His Excellency Bonaparte himself said, leaders sell hope.

He looked much better now than the last time she received that letter, the feelings revealed between the lines.

Are you resting today? She followed behind and swayed on the stone pier on the river bank, as if she was on an outing.

No, I want to see you, Georgiana, said Napoleon. I'm beginning to understand that the man called you the Vitality Potion, and that you really do give vigor.

Can you tell me what he did?

I don't want to belittle him, it will make me look sad, don't worry about the things between me and him, your task today is to play. He took her hand to prevent her from falling off the stone pier.

There's nothing here, what's there to play?

You'll know soon enough, he said loudly, and the voice was very loud, very suitable for speeches, but unfortunately the audience was only a few wild ducks, and they flew into the air in fright, but there was no gun to shoot them down.