Chapter 1916 The Emperor’s New Clothes (Part 2)

Severus dodged the green light, but that light was not a death curse.

After hitting the cast iron pillar, a beam of electric light was distributed to the pillar next door, and the pillar next door was connected to the adjacent pillar, eventually forming a power grid like a Tesla arc.

"It's connected to the Muggle power grid." The piano player said, "You know how powerful that is, right?"

"You just said you wouldn't do anything in the church."

The man used the wand in his hand like a conductor's baton in a military band. "Anyway, if I don't do it, you will do it."

"You are a wizard, but you serve Muggles?" Severus asked.

"What's so strange about this?" the piano player said with a smile, "I didn't hurt them."

Severus sneered.

"On the contrary, you are a dark wizard."

"Here we go again, are you from the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance?" Severus asked impatiently.

"What good will it do me to join them?" asked the piano player.

"I don't know, fame and fortune?"

"Do you think I am Rohart?" the piano player asked.

"Do you think you are smarter than him?" Severus asked.

"Otherwise?" asked the piano player.

"You actually believe that Corsican."

"What do you want to say again?" the piano player asked boredly.

"He won't deal with these trivial matters. That's his character. When encountering difficult things, he would rather run away." Severus smiled and said, "For example, Cairo and Russia."

"It's not your turn to judge him yet," the piano player said with a cold face.

"If he didn't intend to take away my wife's soul, I wouldn't bother to comment." Severus also turned cold. "Do you know what that contract sounds like? It's like the devil deceiving a kind lamb. I have a responsibility.

Protect and stop them."

"I thought your public wife was Mrs. Potter." The piano player sneered, "You can't even bring her to the public."

"That's our business..." Severus said patiently.

"You know Josephine, she always held unrealistic illusions. She thought that if she brought the king back, the emperor would still be alive." The piano player stared at Severus. "The princess knows better than she does that when Louis XVIII returns,

His Majesty will definitely be eliminated in the end, and it would be a good ending to fall into the hands of the British and become a prisoner."

"Then he should continue to enjoy this ending." Severus said with a sneer.

"Didn't you hear that clearly? She was recognized."

"That's your fantasy..."

"Stop resisting!"

"I remember how you were right about Joan of Arc." Severus said sonorously, "You won't thank her."

The piano player gritted his teeth, and the electric light crackled like sparks.

"What else do you have to say?" Severus asked.

"The Revolution and Grindelwald caused us heavy casualties. We don't want a full-scale war." The piano player said, "Last chance, Snape, let's go."

"I knew I shouldn't have split up that day." Severus smiled bitterly, "I shouldn't have threatened her with my own life to tell her to stay out of your business. I can't live without her. He's already dead, so why not let her

He rests in peace?”

"I can't do this, Snape. I can only blame fate on you." The piano player's tone softened a little, and he said in a pitying tone, "Where is her body?"

"You're not going to trade?" Severus asked.

"We gave you a chance, but you refused."

"Then he will never get what he wants." Severus said angrily.

"If it hadn't been for that phoenix that day...you remember where you found her, right? There was a basement under his grave. Some spies used to monitor there. They didn't know why there was an empty sarcophagus there.

Just put it in the Louvre."

"He can take others to hell." Severus said, and with a wave of his wand, a basilisk appeared in the church.

The man playing the piano immediately closed his eyes.

"You will be punished for this!" the piano player roared.

"I don't care." Severus said gently, "You have taken away the most important thing from me, and I will take it away from you."

"What do you want to do?"

"I told you that the person who raised hell is not a wizard this time. I will do my best to stop those who try to prevent the riots. As you just said, you can only blame fate. I believe they have changed something.

, we will no longer send the king to the guillotine like during the Great Revolution."

A bolt of lightning struck Severus, but the buckler blocked it.

"Look, she is still willing to protect me." Severus said with a smile, "She still loves me."

"You're crazy, releasing something like this in the downtown area," said the piano player.

After speaking, Severus began to speak in a snake accent, and upon receiving the order, the basilisk crawled towards the person playing the piano.

At this moment, the man who delivered the message appeared and blocked Severus' way.

"Where the work is." The man said with a smile, then raised his wand, and the arcs of electricity rushed towards Severus as if they were alive.

"The clear water is like a spring." After blocking two lightning strikes, Severus attracted water at the soles of the messenger's feet, and he immediately dodged it.

At this moment, the messenger felt as if he had been stabbed by an invisible knife, with several bloody wounds on his body.

"Let me tell you something." Severus said in a low voice, "When a person has nothing, it is not a condition for mercy or love, but a motivation for progress. He is a person who has experienced the Great Revolution and should understand this.

, a person who truly has nothing dares to do anything.”

When the messenger's blood dropped into the water, something wonderful happened.

It appeared the same illusion as in the Louvre and the Luxembourg Pool.

This time there are two windmills, and two people stand under the windmills and look at each other from a distance.

One of them was easily recognized as Napoleon, who was wearing a gray tuxedo, while the other was wearing a red British uniform.

"Waterloo," the messenger exclaimed.

Severus opened his eyes wide.

He didn't expect Napoleon and Wellington to stand so close before the decisive battle, as if they could see each other's faces.

It is not surprising that Belgium has windmills. It is also a wetland country and was once occupied by the Netherlands.

There is a solar term in June called Ear Grain. At this time, the winter wheat has matured and can be planted after harvesting. It can be harvested again in September.

The rye grows very tall, even taller than that in England. After all, this is fertile land, and skirmishers are hidden in it. The cavalry cannot tell how far away the infantry is from them, and the infantry does not know when the cavalry will speed up and rush over.

The Battle of Agincourt took place in October. French farmers plowed their fields during this season. The soft soil was also not suitable for heavy cavalry. They fell into the quagmire and were treated as targets by the British longbowmen and suffered heavy casualties. The previous prisoners

They all just watched because they had an agreement with the king.

It had also just rained on the battlefield of Waterloo. This time the land was not as soft as the Battle of Agincourt, which was very suitable for cavalry to run. The rustling sound of sabers and spears cutting blood vessels was almost the same as the sound of wind blowing through wheat fields. If the cavalry were to run at this time,

If they return, then they will achieve glorious results, but they are like taking away the military flag and sending too many people out.

The second lieutenant holding the flag firmly protected the flag, holding it under him even if he died. Then the British and French troops fought around the flag. A French lancer tore off part of the flag, but

They were immediately killed by bullets. The British soldiers formed a tight circular array around the flag and directed their firepower at the failed French cavalry in a harvesting manner.

They had no idea that they were participating in a war that would determine the next two hundred years of the world, just like Severus himself.

"She changed him." The messenger said, "Many people only remember the emperor's martial arts and forget his martial arts."

"He's dead, stop dreaming!" Severus roared.

"We were reminded that the FCPA would do us serious harm, but there was nothing we could do about it. Although our administration was from the 18th century, our organizational structure was militarized. The problem was electricity, a public utility.

It should not be run by private enterprises. At that time, His Majesty did not expect that there would be electricity and the second industrial revolution." The messenger said, "We have to face competition. The cost of electricity must be reduced before the cost of industrial production can be reduced, so we used private companies.

It’s so hard to distinguish between public and private.”

"You are too naive, French people. Not everything can be kept simple and consistent." Severus said.

"You are deliberately not making unified norms and not classifying them as mergers. The things you are wary of are exactly what we are trying to prevent - splitting and independence." The messenger said, "The current ending is what you asked for.

"

"It seems we have nothing to talk about," Severus said.

"Let me ask you a question, why did you come to the appointment alone? Without bringing anyone else with you?" the messenger asked.

"I once saw a man leading an army against a castle, and then they abandoned him."

"You don't want to be left behind like him?"

"No." Severus gestured towards the basilisk behind him, "I'm afraid of hurting them."

As he spoke, he raised his wand. This time the messenger dodged, and the divine peak was invisible and did not hit the messenger.

The wooden chairs in the church were crushed to pieces by the weight of the basilisk, and the colorful windows began to shatter, like a colorful dream turned into pieces.

If Pomona saw it, she would definitely be reminded of her teenage dream about a unicorn that some bastard ruined.

What an incomprehensible guy.

Although no one will read it, let me mention it. The book is called French Administrative Law, and it is an authentic tome. France has not had an administrative revolution since the 8th year of the Republic, nor has it overthrown it like it did in 1789. At most, it has only been modified.

, Perfection, administrative stability is in sharp contrast to political instability. Thanks to administrative stability, political turmoil only has limited consequences. Unfortunately, this system has been impacted by long-arm jurisdiction and must be changed. People are really selfish.

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Chapter completed!