Harry Potter Morning Light

After ancient Rome occupied Greece, although they knew the strength of Greek culture and knew that they should hire Greeks as teachers, many of these teachers were slaves. How could slave owners respect slaves?

Although Mr. Dumont is Lord Petty's teacher, he is more like a servant, and the British habit is that before he takes over the title, the heir often wears the title of Lord.

Although he is also a lord, Henry Petty will inherit the Marquess of Longcastle in the future. In other words, he is qualified to enter the Privy Council in the future. Disband, declare war or make peace. There are a total of 300 people in the Privy Council. These people must be nominated by the Prime Minister and appointed by the King for a lifetime.

This is what Gail meant when he introduced himself as a friend of William Pitt Jr. instead of his father's title.

The funny part is here, the real dandy will be the first to introduce "who is my father", or if Draco is beaten by his classmates, he will say "my father will know about it" before running away.

Usually civilians will not take this threat seriously, and he will know what real power is in the future.

No matter how good Bill and Charlie Weasley are, how good their grades are, or their performance in school, they will either go to Egypt or Romania to raise dragons. There is no place for them in Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic in London.

They had offended no one themselves, but their father, Arthur Weasley, was a well-known blood traitor.

Not all hereditary aristocrats are the kind of dandies who only bully others with the glory of their ancestors, and Henry Petty is one of them.

"You called me?" Jill Goebel said.

"Sit down." Georgiana pointed to the chair opposite her and said that she had learned from Washington and never put a third chair in the office.

Gobert sat down.

"Do you know what happened to your letter that imitated Marie Antoinette's notes?" Georgiana asked.

"Yes, Godin sold it to collectors." Gobert said blankly.

"Will you imitate my handwriting?" asked Georgiana.

Gobert didn't answer.

"You young people always do things beyond your control." Georgiana rubbed her brows. "Now the real monster is woken up by you."

"What did they just tell you?" Gobert asked.

"I need you to swear that you will never tell anyone what you heard, or record it in any form and spread it."

"Are you saying this secret is top secret?" Gobert asked.

"If one day Napoleon loses, he will burn this document as if it never existed." Georgiana said blankly, "Just like the agreement he signed with Gabriel Ufral."

Gobert took out the quill pen on the table and began to write with rustle.

Not long after, he handed the page to Georgiana.

It was an affidavit in which he promised not to divulge any secrets, but Georgiana did not take that oath too seriously.

"I want you to write a letter, and you send it yourself." Georgiana said, "I will see if the letter is in your handwriting when I go back. Don't try to blame me."

"Go ahead," Gobert said, holding a quill.

"The British will suspend the charter." Georgiana said slowly, "and they will lend Barbados to the French wounded and sick. As a condition, Godoy will sign a pardon and let the Spanish gold ship go London."

"Do you think the First Consul will agree?"

"Some deserters have already appeared. They swam to Barbados and wanted to take the British ship back to Europe." Georgiana said expressionlessly.

"It's blackmail."

"That's right, that's why they had that attitude just now." Georgiana sneered, "I really regret meddling in your business."

"Anything else?" Gobert asked.

"I want to ask you, why are you involved in these things? I think there will be a good income imitating Marie Antoinette's handwriting." Georgiana asked.

Gobert put the quill down.

"Curiosity." He replied after a moment, "What is your reason for participating?"

Georgiana didn't want to answer him that question.

"I think you prefer professor to lady," Goebel said. "Women don't have professors."

"That's just now," she said wearily. "Shouldn't you start writing letters?"

"You've been talking for so long, and that's all?" Gobert said.

Of course it was more than that, the Marquis also mentioned his manor and a large piece of land, but unfortunately there was no such blue lake outside the window, only green grass.

Following the Napoleonic Wars and the French Revolution, a large number of nobles sold so-called "old masters" such as books, manuscripts, paintings, etc. These British nobles and rich men bought in silence, so that the mayor of Brussels could not produce decent paintings Come to bribe Georgiana.

The first generation of the Marquis of Lancaster was keen on collecting ancient Roman marble. He was originally the son of a handicraft workshop owner. Later, he broke his leg during a voyage and was abandoned in Cannes on the south coast of France.

He should have been damned there, but he managed to apply to a Jesuit school, learned Latin, Greek, French, math, etc., and later studied medicine in Holland, became a professor of medicine, and became the commander of the British Garrison in Ireland entourage doctor.

He owned 270,000 acres of land in his later years. He was a very frivolous surgeon and a frivolous, predatory, and unscrupulous adventurer. Of course, such a grandfather would have an equally frivolous and hated grandson.

Scotland is also enclosing land now, and she can have a mansion the same size as Longsdowne Manor there, which is used to store a large number of artworks from the Louvre, but in this way, Georgiana becomes as pathetic as Smith woman.

Maybe one day she would meet a young man as handsome and charming as Voldemort, wishing she could charm him and show him her treasures.

Or, like Princess Soubis, she lived with 45 servants when she was old, and no one inherited her property, including nephews and offshoots. Although they were alive, they did not dare to return to France to inherit her legacy. Confiscated as state property.

That was not what she wanted, but she had to force herself to deal with them.

Napoleon is also like this sometimes, thinking that people like these "material" things, money, power, status, titles, etc., but Chaputal, like her, followed Napoleon because he saw hope in him, although Lyon went to Paris The railroad from Paris to Orléans is not being built, but the railroad from Paris to Orléans is being built.

Around such a person, you can give full play to your talents, so that you ignore those who are hostile to you, even if you are scolded as a lackey of Napoleon in the future.

And this is one of the charms of the Corsicans.

He employs people regardless of his background, his confidant cartographer is a nobleman, and he also appoints generals of commoner background. His only requirement is to obey his orders and understand that his will cannot be violated. Only those who assist him at that time will really assist him.

But his weakness is women, which is a "flaw" that most generals will have. Even Nelson has Mrs. Hamilton as his mistress.

If a man directly threatens Napoleon, he will only get a declaration of war. He may listen to the woman's message, but he may also be expelled from Paris by him like Mrs. de Starr, and he will never see him again.

Now they are in contact through Berthier. Of course, there is no love letter, and there are only cold orders. Compared with invigorating the economy, promoting vaccination is her top priority.

The former aborigines of Santo Domingo were Indians who became extinct on the island because of smallpox.

Send medical teams to vaccinate the French, Swiss, and Poles, and then spread smallpox to the blacks. The plague does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. The French have yellow fever and malaria, and the Santo Domingo people are also sick. Yes, at this point, Dusan also wants to stop the war.

Napoleon gave the order in Jean Acre to massacre the prisoners. Would he have given such an order?

She didn't know whether to say that sometimes whimsical dreams are much better than "reality".

"You write first." Georgiana stood up and looked at the lake in the distance. The moonlight sprinkled on it, which looked like crushed silver.

Behind her came the rustling sound of writing.

It's a pity that the content of the letter may not be very beautiful, otherwise this would have been a very poetic night.