I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 172 Hard to tell
"Europe has fought thousands of large-scale wars throughout history, and it is difficult to say whether they were right or wrong." The plump golden-shaded Napoleon raised his front paws to touch his black bicorne hat, looked around at the generals sitting below and staring at him, and said with a grin, "But historians have all noticed that it was on this big stage that the rise and fall of many dynasties was determined, and so countless ancestors had the ambition to unify Europe."

"In the past, Caesar of the Roman Empire led his army northward to conquer Gaul. In nine years, he conquered the entire Gaul region and became the first Roman to cross the Rhine River to conquer Germany. It was also because of this that Caesar trained a battle-hardened army, laying the foundation for his coronation as a lifelong consul in the future."

Napoleon shook his cat whiskers and looked sharp.

"Ten years ago, at a critical moment, I had the honor of leading hundreds of thousands of warriors to fight against the anti-French alliance, the Holy Roman Emperor Francis II and the Kumarus Emperor Alexander I. We won a great victory at Austerlitz and disbanded the illegal organization... I don't understand why everyone is discussing Hannibal's siege on Crete, as if fighting against the anti-French alliance was destined to doom us."

"Six years ago, I set out from Paris to conquer the Iberian Peninsula. I defeated the anti-French alliance for the fifth time. Wherever I and my army went, the people welcomed me wholeheartedly. I can still see the vibrant and flourishing scene before my eyes. But now, has this place suddenly become my burial place?"

A calico cat below grumbled, "It's hard to say..."

Napoleon didn't hear it, but Louis heard it clearly. He asked Cromie: "Who is that calico cat? The one over there wearing a black bicorne hat and with a missing tooth..."

"Oh, that's Soult, the one who charged at Austerlitz at sunrise." Cromie smacked his lips as he explained the situation to Louis. At the end, he gloated, "If Napoleon heard this, Soult might not even be worthy of being named Earl of Glamorgan."

"Why do you feel like you know more about our history than I do?" Louis began to doubt his life.

Chromie looked at Louis with disdain and comforted him, "We are in control of the timeline... The first thing to do when you come here is to experience the entire history firsthand, okay?"

"What a coincidence. I've always had a question. What's the matter with the axe sounds and candlelights in the Song Dynasty of Seris?" Louis asked a question that he had never figured out in his previous life.

Cromie smacked his lips and said, "You may not believe it, but it was actually Zhao Da who wanted to eat walnuts..." (This story is purely fictional)
I really believed your lies...

Lewis really didn't believe it, he questioned: "That doesn't make sense, if that's the reason, why did Zhao Da say 'easy to do' in a bad tone?"

"Zhao Er hit it wrong, and Zhao Qi was upset..." Chromie said dryly, she didn't even believe it herself.

It's indeed a bit outrageous.

Louis wanted to complain, but Napoleon in the stands started talking again, so he suppressed the urge to speak.

"In any case, Blücher has been driven away. Now we have to fight the British alone. Let's cheer up and show the British some color!"

Napoleon was in high spirits, but unfortunately his cat generals were listless, as if they were eggplants hit by frost.

It's not their fault. After all, the Bule people can afford to lose this battle, the Pulu people can afford to lose, but the Meow Lanxi people can't afford to lose.

It’s a pity that Napoleon didn’t have a music box, otherwise he would definitely tell his generals to “fight every battle as if it were your last, and don’t be afraid of losing.”

Just as Louis and the others were about to leave, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Napoleon's generals suddenly stood there, motionless, as if they were wax figures.

Only Napoleon himself was still pacing on the podium, and he soon discovered the problem.

"What's going on?" Napoleon rubbed his eyes. He just lowered his head to think about something, why did he become like this when he looked up?

Yellow sand rolled, gradually creating ripples in space and time at the entrance of the conference room. Then, in front of Napoleon's astonished gaze, three dragon men and a dwarf girl who looked exactly like Chromie walked out.

"Damn, it's Mikoro..." Chromie cursed under his breath.

A visible yellow question mark appeared above Louis' head.

"Who is Michelle?" he asked in a low voice.

Chromie stared at Mikoro and explained to Louis: "If you still remember Munozdo, you should know her identity."

"Oh, she's you." Louis suddenly realized: "You after you fell? Or, after you became enlightened?"

Chromie said nothing, but turned around and rolled his eyes at him.

Napoleon, who was sitting on the podium, saw Michelle walking towards him and subconsciously took two steps back.

Mikolo herself is not scary, but the several muscular dragon men behind her are more scary.

Another thing is that Mikolo’s face was gray and she didn’t look like a good person.

"Don't worry, my dear Majesty, we are not your enemies." Mikolo said straight to the point.

"Really?" Napoleon's face didn't look good, and his paws tightly gripped the pistol at his waist.

Although he didn't know whether this broken musket could cause any harm to these uninvited guests, Napoleon didn't want to sit and wait for death. This was not his character.

Mikoro laughed. If Chromie's laughter was like a silver bell, then Mikoro's laughter was like a ghost doll.

"Your Majesty, if we wish to cause you harm, you will be unable to resist."

After she finished speaking, a wisp of black sand flew out from between Mikolo's fingers and flew towards a blue cat with a resolute face under Napoleon's fearful gaze.

The blue cat was entangled in the black sand and turned into a wisp of black sand and disappeared.

"Damn it! Ney!" Napoleon looked at Michelle with gritted teeth, and with quick movements of his claws, he pulled out his musket and aimed it at Michelle's head.

"Don't panic, my majesty." Michelle snapped her fingers, and Marshal Ney returned to normal.

This method of killing a person silently with just a gesture really shocked Napoleon. He sat down on the ground, pointing at Michelle tremblingly, and was speechless for a long time.

"We have no purpose in coming here this time, nor are we cooperating with you. We just want to inform you of something." Mikolo smiled strangely: "In the decisive battle the day after tomorrow, Marshal Emmanuel Grouchy, who you have high hopes for, not only failed to catch up with Blücher's army, but also successfully arrived at the battlefield to support the British offensive - oh, by the way, I have to add that this hesitant guy heard the artillery fire on the battlefield, but hesitated and missed the best time to support your Majesty..."

"Damn it, I knew it! Mewlington's attack was just a feint. Their real purpose is to spoil the plot for Napoleon! Damn it!" Chromie was so angry that his two pigtails stood up.

"Who?" Since Chromie did not suppress her voice, Mikolo also heard her angry words.

Chromie jumped three feet high and pointed her little hand at Mikoro: "I swear, Mikoro, you annoying bastard, I'm going to kick your ass hard!" As she said that, she flew forward and knocked Mikoro to the ground, but because of the repulsion of space-time energy, the two of them were suspended in the air at the same time, tossing around.

"Don't just stand there! Come and help me!" Mikolo yelled at the dragon people.

But before they could do anything, they were all killed by Louis with chain lightning.

"You have helpers? Damn it!" Mikolo didn't care that she was still wandering in the air, and punched Chromie in the face with her little fist.

"This is for His Majesty Mnozdo!" she shouted fiercely.

Louis looked up at the two people hanging in the air, and for a moment he didn't know how to start. Just as he was hesitating, he felt someone pushing him.

I looked back and saw, oh, it was Napoleon's big round face.

"Your Majesty." Louis's etiquette was impeccable. Even though the two were in an enemy country, Louis was still his loyal fan.

The emperor's personal charm is still well grasped.

"You... um, what are your identities?" Napoleon was organizing his words, trying not to anger the superpower in front of him. "I see, you two don't seem to be in the same group with that black girl. You look much more normal than her."

"You have a pair of knowledgeable eyes, your majesty." Chromie in mid-air still had the leisure to blurt out a famous saying of the Pandaren Wanderer.

While he was saying this, his hands were not idle either, and he even had time to uppercut Mikolo.

"We are the protectors of time and space, Your Majesty." Louis spread his hands: "The black girl in front of you is our opposite. They are destroyers of time and space, and they enjoy changing history."

Anyway, Mikolo doesn't have time to refute, so just throw all the dirty water on her.

He probably learned this from the BBC - oh, not quite, perhaps the BBC and he learned from each other.

The old hell filter.

"So she is lying to me?" Napoleon's ears perked up and shook twice quickly.

Louis spread his hands and looked at Napoleon with regret: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, they didn't lie. You lost completely this time. There is no possibility of making a comeback."

I thought Napoleon would jump up and down, or remain silent, or refute after hearing this, but Louis found that Napoleon was just stunned for a moment, then sighed as if relieved.

"That's fine." Napoleon said with a bit of loneliness, "Meow Lancy...she's too tired, and her cat people are too tired, so it's fine for her to just leave like this."

Louis really didn't expect Napoleon to have such a vision and courage. He asked in confusion: "Don't you think... uh, it's a pity?"

"I have fought countless battles throughout my life." Napoleon put his hands behind his back and struck a standard boss pose. "I have won countless victories by defeating many with one, the weak with the strong, and escaping desperate situations. With victory, there will naturally be failure. As long as you are on this battlefield, you will inevitably fail one day. No one can be a general who always wins by defeating the strong with the weak. Hannibal couldn't do it. Even someone as strong as Belisarius would fall to a rookie."

"A clay pot will always break on the edge of a well, and a general will always die on the battlefield." Louis sighed.

Napoleon looked at Louise deeply and said approvingly: "Very philosophical words. Then, I hope you have the ability to make me forget what the black girl just said to me."

Louis was surprised. He looked at Napoleon and asked in confusion, "Why would you make... uh, this request?"

"Arthur Wellesley is a rare opponent. I don't want to win in this way." Napoleon took out an exquisite small iron box from his arms, unscrewed it, took out a small pinch of gray-black snuff the size of a dry green bean, put it between his thumb and index finger, then he leaned his head over, took a light puff, and showed an intoxicated look.

After a while, he threw away the snuff residue in his hand, screwed the lid of the snuff box on his hand, and put it back into his arms.

"I would rather fight him in an open and level battle. Since I can't save my fate of defeat, I might as well help the Duke of Mewlington gain fame." Napoleon smiled with relief: "Perhaps hundreds of years later, people will use the location of this battle to replace failure..."

"Waterloo." Louis shrugged. "In less than a few hundred years, from the moment you fail, this place name will be synonymous with failure."

Napoleon laughed loudly, but as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped his eyes with his hand and said to Louis with a smile: "I won't ask for your name, after all, there is no need...Okay, let's do it."

Louis looked to the other side and saw that Chromie had finished the fight and was holding the tied-up Mikoro in his hands, looking very smug.

He sighed, stood at attention, bowed to Napoleon, then took out his wand and pointed it at Napoleon.

"Obliviate."

"Let's go." Cromie held the still kicking Mikoro with one hand and patted Louis with the other.

Louis nodded and followed her towards the portal.

Just as he was about to enter the portal, he looked back at Napoleon and saw him looking at the generals in front of him with a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong with me?" Napoleon scratched the back of his head with his cat paw. He didn't quite understand what had just happened. He always felt like he had forgotten something important.

……

The moment they returned to Brussels, the Mikoro in Cromie's hand instantly turned into a streak of black sand and disappeared.

"Oh, shit..." Chromie cried in annoyance as he looked at his empty hands.

Louis frowned and asked, "How could she run away? How did you watch her..."

Chromie jumped up and down, and said dejectedly, "This is what happens when you pass through a portal... This is the talent of bronze dragons. They can break free from their restraints when time and space are distorted. Since I can do it, then she must be able to do it too. I forgot this."

"Useless..." Louis complained mercilessly, and then asked: "Then do we have to go back and be on guard against her looking for Napoleon?"

"Not for now. We haven't detected any trace of her nearby. Let's just keep an eye on her first." Chromie said with a twisted face.

(End of this chapter)