Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2243 Fierce Frenzy ([-])

Much of London's topography is shaped by rivers, which cut deep valleys that can still be seen in the early 19th century.

From the Hampstead River and Shepherd's Well, the Tyborn River passes through Swiss Cottage and Regent's Park, joins a tributary that passes through Belsize Park, passes through the aqueduct of the Regent's Canal, and then emerges again in the Pleasure Lake on the south side of the park .Some people swim in it in summer, and some people skate on it in winter, but sometimes the ice is not thick enough, or the thickness of the ice surface is inconsistent due to undercurrents, so it will cause accidents of falling into the water, but even this is still impossible. Block people's enthusiasm for skating.

Pomona remembered Draco and Astonia's skating date, when they seemed to have settled into a flat in South Kensington.

It was used by old Malfoy to house his mistress. She remembered how angry she was when she moved in. She didn't expect that she would have such a day.

She was lying on the sofa, basking in the sun through the window glass.In this day and age, [-]pm to [-]pm is known as "hipster hour", when hipster crowds turn up around Oxford Street.This is the working time of the vast majority of people, and those wage earners cannot enter the stores where the "fashionable people" enter to consume, at most they can only look outside the window.Moorish glass houses, galleries, gun shops, silks and velvets, and most notably jewelry stores. "Looking at the window" was a part of life at that time. Sometimes a pawn shop looked similar to a jewelry store, and only the notice on the door could reflect its function. In addition, there was a shop selling bird specimens, which sold birds of paradise, hummingbirds, and parrots. There are also birds such as partridges sold, most likely the game of a nobleman who does not intend to eat it, but displays it at home as a trophy.

For the upper class, in addition to hunting, walking, and looking at shop windows, there is another way to pass the time is to watch performances. Although magicians will perform for the upper class and ordinary people, most fashionable people will choose to play during the "fashionable hour". "Watch, normal people go after work.

She remembered one afternoon when she had nothing to do, she and Severus spent their "fashionable time", when they were lying on the sofa and basking in the sun, and Bach's piano was playing from downstairs.

From one of the apartment's windows, you can see the roof of the Serpentine Gallery, which looks like a snake, snaking through the London haze.

During the few days she stayed in Ostende, the magicians who toured with her were not idle. They performed "magic" to the Belgian people on the opera stage.

It’s not the Middle Ages anymore, and no one regards juggling as a “miracle” anymore. However, in Italy, a priest tried to make the Madonna weep. Fortunately, Monge cracked the mechanism before the situation became serious. If the water cup in the Virgin's hand is taken away, she will not cry.

Georgiana wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Anyway, she was a woman, and no one would make fun of her when she cried.

Compared with spending Christmas alone, what is more sad about her is her current status. She used to be a "hostess", but now she has become a "princess". The key is that she still doesn't like famous paintings, jewelry, and clothing, so why is she?Is the world at peace?
The Weasley brothers also started a gamble in the Triwizard Tournament. The children gambled with their pocket money, but before that, they invested in the Quidditch World Cup and lost all their savings for many years. I owe the goblin a lot of money.

The opening bell of the stock market is like a boxer's opening bell, and some people gamble below. In essence, war is also a kind of gambling. Those who bought the loser's national debt will never come back. This time, we will go to Santo Domingo. Many people also bought Santo Domingo's bonds, and they went bankrupt when the news of the defeat came.

There is no way to eat tropical sucrose. Fortunately, there are sugar beets. She remembers that Belgian chocolate is very famous, and cocoa beans are originally bitter. It takes a lot of sugar to become the well-known chocolate, but cocoa beans are also tropical. Produced.

Sometimes she really wished to be a simple and happy woman like Lily, but unfortunately fate was unfair to her, Lily got everything she wanted.

Unable to lie down, she got up and started destroying everything she could see. The sound of broken china made her feel better.

In fact, she didn't have to lie to herself, she was in hell right now.

What kind of Christmas is it? It's a lie.

"What happened?"

Georgiana turned to find it was her guardian, Richard Edgeworth.

She really wanted to just pass out, so that someone would help her up, but she sat back on the sofa by herself.

Edgeworth went to the sofa and sat next to her.

"If you have a daughter, tell her never to be someone else's mistress." Georgiana said calmly.

"I have daughters, and more than one." Edgeworth said softly, "I let her choose."

She looked at Edgeworth.

"My friends would arrange marriages for their daughters, and Maria had a suitor, a Swiss banker, but she wasn't sure whether to marry him or not," Edgeworth said. "As you can see, she Not too young."

"You're a pampering father," Georgiana said.

Edgeworth laughed. "I'm so proud of her."

"Is it because she has published a book, and her reputation is still higher than yours?"

"Maybe it's because I'm glad she's not the gossip kind of woman, and she's kind of right when she says something."

Georgiana looked at him in shock.

"How about you publish a book you wrote yourself too? Or try to write."

"I published a pamphlet, which introduced plants."

"No, no, no, I'm talking about writing, writing down your true thoughts." Edgeworth sighed, "It doesn't have to be a diary, and it doesn't have to be published. Give yourself a little time every day to face the real situation." Own."

Georgiana thought.

"How about trying it now?" Edgeworth said.

She looked at the mess everywhere, how could she write in such an environment?

Edgeworth took a pen from his coat pocket.

"This is my friend's little invention, look." Edgeworth unscrewed the back cover of the pen, which is still different from modern fountain pens. There is a small bottle like eye drops inside, which needs to be taken out when filling ink Instead of using the siphon principle to suck the ink directly from the ink bottle.

"Much more convenient than a quill, isn't it?" Edgeworth said.

Georgiana looked at his blouse. It was black, so you couldn't see the ink stains. If you were wearing light-colored clothes, it would be easily stained by the ink that leaked.

"Try it." Edgeworth urged.

"I'm still used to using a quill." She said euphemistically, then stood up, found paper and a quill from the mess on the floor, and sat down at a small round table.

"Write whatever you want," Edgeworth said. "You're not writing novels, reports."

She saw that Edgeworth was sitting on the sofa without moving, as if he didn't intend to "check homework", so after thinking about it for a while, she wrote some words on the paper, and she felt much more refreshed after finishing writing.

"Can I see what you've written?" Edgeworth said, laughing.

"No." She folded the page, trying to find a place to hide it.

"You have a beautiful smile. When you were angry just now, I thought you were going to transform into a monster." Edgeworth said exaggeratedly.

"Maybe I was." Georgiana smiled. "Have you ever heard of a 'beautiful monster'?"

"Like a fairy?"

"No, it's like the mermaids. After listening to the mermaid's singing, sailors who approach rashly will be eaten by them, but people are still looking for them to prove their existence."

"So you think merfolk exist?" asked Edgeworth.

"Of course I am."

Edgeworth looked at her in shock.

"There is a story about a mermaid. She drank the witch's potion and replaced a pair of human legs with her voice. Every step she took would be as painful as being cut by a knife. It was the little mermaid who saved the prince, but the neighbors But the princess said she saved him, and the little mermaid jumped into the sea and turned into sea foam."

"Why did she save the prince?"

"Because the prince was in a shipwreck, that's not the point." Georgiana sighed, "I won't take revenge on that princess of the country, and I will probably choose to be the same as the Little Mermaid in the end."

"So you think you're a mermaid?" Edgeworth asked.

"Don't you think I'm stupid?" Georgiana asked.

"No, probably because you're as kind as she is," said Edgeworth.

Georgiana looked into his eyes, and suddenly remembered that she had threatened Bonaparte that she would become Princess Medea, and poison his new love and his heir.

What kind of kindness is she?

Possibly she had been when she was a squat witch, how cheerful and optimistic she had been then.

"Come on, let's go for a walk," she said to Edgeworth. "See what's good in Belgium."

"Young ladies should watch their girths," said Edgeworth.

Georgiana laughed.

"Look at the dress I'm wearing, Richard, do you think it shows the waist?" Georgiana showed off her Ionian dress, which was almost as loose as a maternity dress "It's still worn in the UK Tights?"

Edgeworth said nothing.

Georgiana suddenly realized that this might be an advantage of not returning to England.

The tights and the skirt that could be used as a murder weapon should have been set on fire long ago, and women wearing those skirts have been set alight by candles, like witches on the stake, although the witches in Salem are all dead to hang.

(End of this chapter)