Chapter 1259

   "Snape!"

  Severus opened his eyes when he heard the movement, holding his wand to the direction of the sound.

   "What are you delaying? It's dawn!" said a snow-white macaw in Gong Saiyi's voice.

  Severus looked at the patron saint in a daze, just when there was a knock on the door.

   "Get up, Smith, we must go!"

  Severus sat up on the bed, rubbed his eyes, then stood up and opened the bedroom door.

  The vampire Giovanni packs his luggage like a mink in his old nest.

   "What happened?" Severus asked.

   "The vampire hunters are back. They must know that I was the one who caused the trouble recently." Giovanni said in a panic, "I'm leaving now."

   "The French wizard is back?" Severus asked.

   "No, it is the pure-blooded nobles who have returned. Napoleon issued an amnesty to allow them to return home."

   "That idiot," Severus gritted his teeth, and then the two packed together.

   "Where did that parrot come from?" Giovanni asked.

  Severus ignored him.

   "Tell you a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

   "I really don't know there is good news at this time." He said with a smirk.

   "The good news is that your reward is cancelled." Giovanni said, "The bad news is that you have become a new winner. Whoever catches you first is the first police chief in Paris."

  Severus was taken aback.

   "Fell into the hands of those people, you will die unhappy."

   "Do you know who they are?"

"There is the Red Priest De Maret. He was originally a member of the church, but later joined the Jacobins and became an accomplice in the persecution of church members." Giovanni said, "He is Fouché's right-hand man, and there is also the anti-smuggling policeman Du Bois, he is Bonaparte's servant, the city defense team, the generals who have nothing to do at home..."

   "Enough." Severus interrupted Giovanni. "Vampire, you can go alone."

   Giovanni was stunned.

  "This matter has nothing to do with you. Thank you for helping me to get to the present. I owe you a favor."

   "If you really don't know where to go, you can come to Venice." Giovanni reached out to Severus, "I have a friend who can help you leave Europe."

  Severus and Giovanni shook hands, and then they each packed their own things.

  About an hour later, the two went downstairs together, and the morning mist enveloped the streets, looking a bit like fog in London.

  Sometimes the separation comes so suddenly that people are caught off guard.

  After shaking hands again, Giovanni chose the direction to leave the city. Although vampires always act at night, the city gates must be closed at night in Paris. He was afraid that he would be very strict when leaving the city before night, so he left even during the day.

  Severus walked to an empty street corner and took out his pocket watch, less than ten minutes before six o'clock in the morning.

   "Polka."

  The house elves immediately showed their body shape.

   "What if we can't get out after the sun rises?"

   "Poca does not know." The house elf trembled and said, "Can we go now?"

   "I have three days in this world." Severus said, "You go back now and ask your master's master if there are other ways to keep entering this world, otherwise he won't get a map even if I find it."

  Poka disappeared, and Severus raised the collar of his jacket, and soon disappeared into the fog.

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After leaving the bedroom of the first ruling power, Georgianna did not really fall to the point where she had nowhere to stay. Her guardian Leoncourt seemed to have thought of this a long time ago. She made arrangements in advance and left a carriage. Waiting for her at the gate of Tuileries Palace.

   is also a guardian, Mr. Jenner will not be so "sensible". He really sacrificed his reputation to protect Georgiana's reputation. She felt like she had let others down again.

  If it's an ordinary Muggle, no matter how good-looking he is, Pomona doesn't bother to care, because a wizard covered in dark power takes over her heart.

  Pomona suddenly understood why Irene, a witch, would be so loyal to Tobias Snape, a Muggle.

She was upset all the way and didn't feel in the mood to tell where she was. When it was late at night when she arrived at Leon Coul's house, the housekeeper opened the door for her. She took Georgiana gently all the way to the bedroom. Like a thief.

  The bath water is ready. Obviously, the housekeeper knows something. Pomona kept watching the hot water in the bathtub and didn't take off her clothes until it got cold. She felt that taking a cold bath should be regarded as punishment.

  As a result, she had a lot of unhealthy dreams that night. Dreaming in her dreams is really an indescribable strange thing.

   After a night of awful sleep, she woke up early in the morning and still looked vigorous. Just when she had finished freshening up and was hesitating whether to say hello before leaving, or to leave without saying hello, someone knocked on her door.

"Who?"

  "It's me, Georgiana." Mr. Leoncourt said outside the door, "My wife would like to invite you to our breakfast, would you accept it?"

  Can I invite you for breakfast?

   "Of course." Pomona said, she had a strange feeling that she couldn't tell.

  "I left your skirt at the door. The first ruler hopes you can wear it today."

  She has a feeling of being struck by lightning.

   "Let you put it there." She said a little arrogantly, what would she look like in the eyes of others?

  It didn't take long before she heard the footsteps of Mr. Leoncourt coming from the door. She opened the door, and there was a gift box with a ribbon on the door.

  She had the urge to burn it with blazing flames, and finally picked it up.

  There is a black velvet skirt inside the box. It is a woman's mourning dress in this era, but it is a man's formal dress.

  Its style is similar to the skirts handmade by the village girls themselves, but the stitching and tailoring are much better, and there is still a thread on it. It is estimated that it was made overnight.

   "Abusive bastard." She muttered, putting on the skirt anyway.

  After putting on the dress, she felt that she looked like a judge in the mirror. In the 20th century, there were many female judges, but not now. After all, women are considered minors by the law and require guardians to participate in social activities.

  This kind of dress is not suitable for applying powder and makeup, so she just went downstairs without makeup.

  Leoncourt’s house is not gorgeous at all, it can even be said that it has an imperial style, which is similar to the Trianon Palace.

When she came to the restaurant under the guidance of the housekeeper, the Leoncourt family was already waiting for her. The food on the table was not very rich, but the display was very artistic. Mrs. Leoncourt appointed the hostess The place was given to "Georgiana", who was sitting with her two children, a boy and a girl.

  "Georgina" did not push back, when she was about to take a seat, it was the chair that Mr. Leoncourt personally pulled for her.

  Everyone stared at her, as if waiting for her to announce the meal, but Pomona felt that what they desperately wanted to know was not about food.

   "I want to lend." Pomona said, "loan to the small bakeries that are on the verge of bankruptcy."

   "350,000 francs may not be enough." Mr. Leoncourt said.

   "This requires the support of you and the charity friends. Let's talk about this topic after breakfast." Pomona picked up the knife and smeared it with a little butter on the bread.

  After she started, the Leoncourt family began to eat. The hostess and daughter looked very nervous, as if they were guessing what topic she liked.

   "I have a friend, he used to be a soldier." Pomona first said, "His dream is to open a bakery, but unfortunately he has no start-up capital, and the bank does not lend him because he has nothing to mortgage."

   "It's pathetic." Mrs. Leoncourt said worriedly.

"He is a kind person. He didn't rob the locals like the others, so he was empty-handed after the battle." Pomona told the story of Jacob in another world. "Helping those bakery owners is like helping him." Accomplishing his dream, where does your son work now?"

  "This is my grandson, Lance, and he is still a student." Mr. Leoncourt said, "My son works in another province."

  "What is your major?" Pomona asked.

   "Law." Lance said humbly.

  This is the advantage of having a good father. While other young law students were still clamoring about relationships, Lance’s grandfather had already put the relationship in his hands.

  "The loan contract will involve legal provisions, so how about we take him out later?" Leoncourt said politely.

  "This is your home, of course you are in charge." Georgiana said with a smile.

   "You heard it, the opportunity is rare, but you have to seize it." Leoncourt said to the young man majesticly.

  Lance looked very nervous, but the girl next to him looked very depressed. This expression was very familiar to Pomona. She was often seen on the faces of girls who were not invited to dance.

   "I haven't been back to Trianon for a while, this..."

   "Alice." Mrs. Leoncourt said immediately.

  "Please go over there and see if my maids have finished copying the book."

  "Copy books?" Mr. Leoncourt asked.

   "The most important role of books is to convey knowledge. It doesn't matter if they are the original version." She said lifelessly, "When I finish copying those books, I plan to return them to the church."

   "I think the monks will be very happy, members of the charity church, how about inviting them today?"

   Pomona smirked sweetly.

  Napoleon is signing an agreement with the church. If she says something wrong, he might ruin his big business.

  She was unobtrusive that day, and the “rumors” that were released at the Louvre were probably not taken seriously. Britain and France were all sabotaging the other side’s land, and there was no sign of peace talks.

  Although the Peace of Amiens does exist in history.

  I hope she will not be regarded as a fool like Madame Dubali.

   Pomona prayed to herself, and gagged her mouth with bread.

  (End of this chapter)