Chapter 1500 Dream Tourist

  There were crowds of people on the Concord Square, but the civilians who were watching were blocked by soldiers. Georgiana was **** with her hands and stepped onto the guillotine. She was standing on the high platform, and the people standing below looked up.

   Generally speaking, short people are to be laughed at, tall people will find superiority in front of him, but Napoleon Bonaparte gives the impression that everyone is bowing their heads to pay tribute to him.

  According to the introduction of the travel magazine, Bonaparte’s coffin was parked in a circular pit with 12 sculptures around it. Visitors must lower their heads to see the ochre-red stone coffin.

  The remains of Saint-Genevieve were also placed in a stone jade, but she was dragged out and burned. She was once respected by the people of Paris.

  Jan of Arc was tortured by fire. In the Middle Ages, people would also use fire to execute witches. It seems that every saint’s method of death has its own characteristics.

  Georgiana looked at the huge blade on the guillotine. She didn't feel any fear. She was still thinking of a way to get out of her troubles, until she was "invited" by the executioner under the knife.

  She must kneel down, and then lie on the guillotine. The wood is soaked with blood and smells like rusty iron.

  In order to prevent blood from flowing around, a wooden basin was placed in front of her. Now the basin is clean, and the blood flowing out of her head and neck will stay here after the guillotine falls.

  Georgiana admires him if he has other thinking skills at this time, but she never intends to shout and wait like Madame Dubali.

  The last executed wizard, Duke Vincent de Tefule-Pique, used a hiding spell to hide his neck, pretending that his head was chopped off, and escaped the death penalty.

  Georgiana does not intend to use the same method.

   Although she does not despise international secrecy laws like Grindelwald, she is fed up with hiding.

  The law makes us like mice committed to the sewer. The law requires us to hide our true selves. The law requires the people under its jurisdiction to shrink in fear, lest we expose our identity. I ask you, Your Excellency, who is this law intended to protect? Is it us or them? I refuse to succumb to it again!

  There is a feather slowly falling from the sky and falling in front of her.

  Napolioni’s cocked hat should have been decorated with feathers, but he plucked the feathers.

  At Hogwarts, the first class of the first-year freshman is to use the Levitating Charm, Yugadim Leviosa.

Then she thought of the Nika riot. In order to suppress the rebellion, Justinian once executed the leaders of the Green and Blue parties together. They were all hanged at the time, but the rope was put on their necks but broke. After repeating it twice, the citizens who watched the execution thought it was God's will, and they asked Justinian to release these people.

  Later, these people became more and more excited and jumped onto the stage to rescue those executed prisoners. The rival Green and Blue parties directed their anger at Justinian together.

  If the knife that should fall hasn’t fallen, if she uses the Levitating Charm...

  However, the guillotine had already fallen at this time, and her head fell into the basin like a whirlpool.

  Before her sight disappeared, she saw the executioner, he had the same face as Severus, and the person who gave the order was Napoleon, one of the “them” Grindelwald referred to.

  Sometimes wizards are so naive that they think Muggles need protection.

  The international secrecy law only prohibits wizards from persecuting Muggles, but Muggle laws do not prohibit the use of witchcraft to persecute "wizards."

  She patronizes dating, and actually forgot such an important thing, which is very easy to accept for people after "enlightenment".

  Georgiana slowly opened her eyes.

  Normal people should wake up when the knife fell, but she woke up from the nightmare only when she "wanted to understand".

  She was able to get up slowly and sat leaning against the head of the bed. When she was a little clearer, she found a person sitting in the dark corner of the bedroom. He was full of darkness and looked like a black hole in the shape of a person.

  "Did you miss me?" Leon said with a smile.

  Georgiana did not answer his question.

  Suddenly she wanted to see if the ochre-red coffin contained Bonaparte's body.

  He has been to Egypt and understands the way the mummies are made. Perhaps this is the reason why his corpse does not rot.

  But would the British doctors be so kind and careful to preserve his body?

   "I want to see my husband." She said coldly, "I have had this dream for too long."

  "Who is your husband?" he asked.

   "Mr. Prince." She said, "Don't worry, he is not the prince in the prophecy."

  Leon stood up.

  He is still wearing a green marshal's dress, his complexion is dark, and he looks like an adventurer who has just returned from Egypt.

   "I am your husband." Her little French lover said, "You are my wife."

"I do not like this."

   "You are mine." He said softly, "You are my Nefertari."

  "Do you want to become Ramses II? You are not satisfied with becoming a sultan. Do you still want to become a pharaoh?"

   "The one I love the most is you, baby." He said as sweet as the thousands of glib men in the world.

  She shook her head.

   "What I want is a loyal husband."

   "There are a lot of men like this, but do you want the kind of man who earns only two francs a day?" He smiled sarcastically, "I understand you, dear, just like you understand me."

   "I don't understand you at all." She said flatly.

   "Liar." He scratched her palm with his beautiful fingers. "You know what I want."

  She tried her best not to pay attention to the temptation he brought.

   "surrender," he said.

   "Never." She replied.

   "There is only one life, why not be happy about it." He leaned closer.

   "I still want to go back to see him." She said cryingly.

   "You can stay here forever."

   "No!" She replied, "I don't want to be a woman who only says yes."

  "You can talk about it." Leon said with a smile, "but I don't think so in my heart."

  After speaking, he kissed her. The kiss had a sweet taste, and it tasted like cane sugar.

  Georgiana opened her eyes.

  She feels very tired, as if she has no strength.

  In summer, she is covered with cool silk, which is very comfortable next to the body, but she has a habit of sleeping in pajamas.

  This is not only because she is conservative, but also because in her pajamas, she can rush away at any time when something goes wrong in the college.

  He wants her to change it so that it can save some time. The Burgundy Mansion is not far from the Louvre. He stayed in the Tuileries more than he returned to Malmaison. He didn't seem to care if he was besieged by the rioters like Louis XVI.

  No matter how he likes her, when the people want to send her to the guillotine, she still has to save herself. Napoleon will not save her.

  Ms. Talyan escaped by handing a note in jail, but there are even fewer men like Talyan who are willing to initiate a coup for her.

  Why no one treats her that way?

  Georgina was a little sad to think that Severus was willing to go through fire and water for the dead Lily, but was unwilling to do anything for her.

  Sometimes beauty, wisdom, and virtuousness are all useless.

  The beautiful mixed-blood Veeva lost to the red-haired human girl. This is why she is reluctant to go back, even if the world is just an illusory dream.

  She wiped away her tears and sat up again.

  It's hard to say which kind of **** is unbearable, she really wanted to sleep so long without waking up.

   "I love you, Georgiana." She seemed to hear someone say, but she followed the voice, and no one was there.

   "You have hallucinations, poor woman." Georgiana shook her head, and then put on her clothes without pulling the ivory servant bell.

  (End of this chapter)