Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2028 Naughty Wind ([-])

"Do you believe in the existence of God?"

asked Georgiana as they finished their meal and were walking barefoot by the sea.

It was actually a bit cold for bare feet this day, so Bonaparte didn't take off his boots, maybe because he was not as childish as her.

"All I need are bishops, priests, and curates," said Bonaparte.

Georgiana looked at him.

"The monks had organized a militia for the pope, and they recognized no other prince than him, so they were more terrible to the government than the secular," he explained.

"My question is, do you believe in God? Who asked those priests?" Georgiana asked.

"Why did you suddenly think of this question?" He deliberately changed the subject again.

"If I can't prove that God exists, and you can't prove that God doesn't exist, neither of us can prove the other is wrong." Georgiana said, "Is this a kind of justice?"

He was lost in thought.

"When Abel became a bet between God and the devil, he suffered so much, did he ever suspect that living life was unjust?" Georgiana said.

"When I was 13 years old and began to experience the ways of the world, my faith began to waver and became uncertain, but what shook me was not the catastrophe you mentioned, but where I came from, who I am, and where I am going. Where?" said Bonaparte.

"Ha, Plato," Georgiana sneered.

"We welcomed religion in the past because nature drove us to do so, but education has come to stop us. Education and history are the worst enemies of religion made ugly by human imperfections."

"I'm not as big as you think," Georgiana said. "How did you feel when your father died?"

He looked at her.

"Let me tell you how I felt, it was overwhelming at first, like the whole world was falling apart," Georgiana said. "

"A man may have many children, but a child has only one father and one mother," Bonaparte interjected.

"It's like an umbrella, he's gone, who can I rely on?" Georgiana said. "I don't care so much about what I wear, but at his funeral I wore a new robe."

"You speak of the rector's funeral," said Bonaparte.

"He was killed by the man I love." Georgiana said in a trance. "It's like the whole world is dismembered."

"Have you really accepted his death?" asked Bonaparte.

"What do you mean?"

"I can say that I am a Catholic, but I can also say that I am nothing. In Egypt I was a prostitute. Here, I became a Catholic for the benefit of the people. I don't believe in religion, God's will." He pointed to the sky, "Who created all this?"

"I remember that's not what you said on the boat to Egypt." Georgiana also pointed to the sky. "You ask who created all this?"

"Such is the uneasiness of men. Imagination adorns the great name with legends, and if it lacks the legends it has, it will invent still stranger ones. Religion keeps men from going astray, and makes supernatural phenomena more natural and clear. , it's much easier than dealing with Miss Lenorman and charlatans..."

"Is that how you see me?" Georgiana asked. "A charlatan?"

"Religion keeps people safe from wizards," said Bonaparte. "Just like your International Statute of Secrecy protects wizards from harm."

She didn't want to say anything more to him.

"What do you want to say?" He got a little impatient.

"If forgiveness and help won't change anything, why would I do it?" she said, crossing her hands.

"Are you talking about change, or in exchange for something?" asked Bonaparte, "for example, in exchange for bringing your father back from the dead."

"The curse on that ring is like a cancer. We can't do anything about it. We can only watch him die a little bit." Georgiana said tremblingly, "He is also in pain and wants to end it early, but the way of euthanasia There are many, why choose that one?"

He stopped talking.

"I hate being kept in the dark, you bastards..."

He hugged her tightly.

"Better?" he asked.

She no longer trembled.

It was exactly what she needed, but what would the children think if they saw her hugging Dumbledore's killer.

"It's not fair," she said tearfully.

"I thought you already knew that life is unfair," said Bonaparte.

She ignored him and cried unscrupulously.

If she was replaced by Abel, she probably wouldn't believe in the existence of God.

It has nothing to do with piety, it's just that she needs help so badly.

Where is God when people need help?

Since you don't do anything and only accept people's offerings, people will overthrow the gods and the king who also doesn't work.

This doesn't even have anything to do with free will, the point is that he wasn't there when he was supposed to be there, like that day, Severus went out, and Peter Pettigrew came to the door...

She saved a person in need, why did she end up like that herself?
If the farmer who saved the snake was stupid, then in the future everyone will be too "smart" to help others, then is such a society still called a society or a group?

Each of us is just a grain of sand, and even if we gather together, we are just a pile of loose sand. This is certainly convenient for ruling, but...

Georgiana is reminded of how much the British government and ordinary people valued newborns in the 20th century.

It's a pity that it was too late at that time, and everything was beyond repair, because the predecessors had overdrawn the future, in exchange for the short-lived glory of the Victorian era.

The squandering of population is not necessarily Napoleon on the battlefield, treating soldiers as "a small number", and locking women and children in airtight workshops, letting them breathe the air with flying catkins.

You must know that the renewable capacity of the population is limited, and it cannot withstand such squandering. The Gaunt family was also very rich at the beginning, and by Voldemort's generation, they had nothing but a few ancestral treasures.

It's gone, it's gone, and it's not so easy to come back. Even if you want to blame, you can only blame your ancestors for patronizing you, not thinking about your children and grandchildren, and leaving nothing for future generations.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"go ahead."

"About Egypt and India, which country do you know about the East?"

"You want to ask China?" asked Bonaparte.

She didn't answer, it was a tacit consent.

"What do you want to ask?" He asked gently.

"Have you ever heard of 'Li collapses and music breaks'?" Georgiana asked, "It is said in the Book of Rites that Yin people respected ghosts and gods, led the people to serve ghosts and gods, punished heavily but despised rewards, and were dignified but not friendly. People in the Zhou Dynasty respect ghosts and gods, but keep them at a distance. They like to give favors, be close to people and treat them loyally. They use titles to reward and punish people. Decorate without shame, hurt each other without reason."

He didn't speak.

"The Zhou Dynasty practiced the Zhou Rites. Ritual collapse and music destruction refer to the wars in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. At that time, the Chinese had already changed from the divine power of the king to the moral power, that is, 'those who are virtuous in the world live there'." She said Softly said: "Before the Yin and Shang Dynasties, there was the Xia Dynasty. At that time, the way of governing the country was to respect the monarchy of politics and religion, to serve ghosts and gods but keep them at a distance, to be close to people and treat them honestly, to pay more for salaries than for punishment. Proud and brutish, I think the task given to you by the heavens is to establish a new order in Europe after the same 'decay of rituals and music', Leon."

"What about your mission?" he asked.

"Enlightenment, let those who think they are smart, but actually stupid, ignorant, proud and rude understand the truth of killing each other."

"It's so loud." He hugged her tightly and said easily.

"If you want to be emperor, I can help you." She said desperately.

"You don't want to be Merlin anymore?" he asked.

"I suddenly discovered that King Arthur also unified England like loose sand." She said.

"You want me to unify Europe?"

"One generation cannot complete..."

"I still like the old you. What changed you? Your father?" Bonaparte asked.

She did not answer.

"I have no memory of my father. He died when I was very young," said Bonaparte, and released her. "Come, let me see."

He held her face as if planning to kiss her.

"You shouldn't eat fish at noon, your tone is really heavy."

She was instantly angry.

"Do you know the smell of tens of thousands of corpses decomposing together?" He asked suddenly.

She did not speak.

"It smells a hundred thousand times worse than your mouth now." He said blankly, "Especially in summer, do you remember that little church I went to when I was in Italy? It was full of corpses, there were piles of corpses The people here, they had given up hope, but when they saw me coming, they were all begging me for help."

she cried.

"I attacked Italy with the French army, but I don't want to bring Italy into France's territory, nor does Belgium." He said word by word, "If the Belgians want to establish a special zone and their own court, I will not stop it. Don’t bring the Eastern style to Western Europe, you haven’t sorted out the mess you made last time.”

"Chaos? What chaos?"

"Farming loans."

She stopped crying now.

"Fortunately, God made you a woman." Bonaparte gritted his teeth and said, "If you were a man, you would cause no less chaos than the Mongolian invasion."

She pouted, deliberately ignoring him.

"How do you know this?" he asked.

"I read the Book of Rites, did it enlighten you?"

He didn't say anything, but looked at her seriously.

"I feel better." She pushed her hair, which had been blown by the sea breeze, behind her ears. "Thank you."

"Conquering ignorance?" he asked.

"You're right," she said bluntly, "I'm a conqueror too."

(End of this chapter)