Harry Potter Morning Light

After reading books in the library all morning, Georgiana and Ribo accompanied Fox to dinner at a nearby restaurant.

Figer became an errand runner, and until the Canal Saint-Martin was repaired she drank soda, Fox ordered an aperitif, and Ribo ordered a glass of champagne.

"Do you know how soda is made?" Fox said, looking at Georgiana's soda.

She froze for a moment.

"I think some gas was added?" she said uncertainly.

"I heard that the chemist Chaputal was once your guardian. Have you heard of Joseph Priestley? He is also an honorary academician of France." Fox asked.

"I'm not sure, I haven't had much contact with Mr. Shaputal."

"You should have more contact with him, you can learn a lot." Fox took a sip of liqueur "In 1772, he discovered a gas that made people laugh after smelling it. In 1774, he Develop a technology to break this gas out, and then you have the soda in your glass."

"All I know is that the water is from the luxury brand." She held up her glass and said with a smile, then took a sip.

"This gas can also be used for anesthesia. I heard that a doctor once wanted to use it to treat tuberculosis. Later, a 17-year-old boy did an experiment on himself. After inhaling this gas, the pain will disappear. I heard It is said that some surgical anesthesiologists use it for surgery, but this kind of anesthesia seems to have side effects, which will speed up the blood flow and make the whole operation bloody."

Georgiana laughed and said nothing.

"Mr. Printsley is married to the daughter of Isaac Wilkinson, Britain's largest iron maker, just like Mr. Shaputhal. I heard you spent Christmas at her house last year? "

"You've heard a lot, Mr. Prime Minister," said Georgiana coldly.

"Maybe you can invite him over next time. I'd like to talk to him very much." Fox said with a smile, "Prinstree and Shaputal are both important ministers with chemist status."

"Is he still in England?"

"No, he's in America." Fox sighed, "He was sympathetic to the French Revolution, gave a few speeches, and then his home and laboratory were burned down, and he had to immigrate to America and became a U.S. citizen, I I hear he's a professor of chemistry at the University of Pennsylvania."

Georgiana took a sip of soda and looked out the window.

She could almost imagine what kind of "courteous treatment" she would receive if she returned to the UK.

The best way is to hide her name and go to a place where no one knows her. It is of course the best for Severus to find her in the 21st century, provided that he will come to her again.

The famine was a great burden on the poor, but not so much on the rich. Meat and bread would still be available, but at a much higher price than usual.

At this time, fewer people came out to eat, and most of them were military officers in uniform. Most of them would choose to entertain guests in their own homes. This is the time to display the tableware of Sèvres.

There are still not many luxurious carriages along the way. The green "royal carriage" ordered by Napoleon costs 6,000 francs each, and the tax is 600 francs, which is enough for a widow to live with her children for a year.

It was difficult for her to develop fanatical love for this person, and she was desperate for him, even if she was tolerant and understanding to him, it was conditional, unlike Josephine who was tolerant of everything to him.

A mother's love for her child is unconditional, but it's also indulgent and can turn a petty tyrant into a great tyrant.

In her mind, she always recalled the four young men laughing at the police chief's body. Maybe the chief stopped them from some "good thing" and they were retaliated by them like this.

It sucks to be bound by the law, this is not allowed and that is not allowed, she doesn't know what happened to those missing boys after they were kidnapped, they were all targeted by someone before they grew up to be adults and able to protect themselves. And the behavior of these kidnappers was intentionally or unintentionally misrepresented as nobles and rich people. Real nobles and rich people would not do this kind of thing in person, and they still do it in public.

This is an artificial panic, no wonder street kids don't trust adults.

Looking at such a world will inevitably make people feel hopeless. She couldn't help sniffing the gas in the soda water, trying to see if it would really make people laugh, but she didn't feel anything. So he put the soda water back on the table and watched Ribo and Fox chatting with a smile.

If it wasn't for the fact that "laughing gas" would speed up blood circulation and make the operating table extremely bloody, she would have wanted to introduce this gas to the Versailles Army Hospital. When the Black Death broke out in the army and the Turks were coming, Napoleon chose to drink opium wine to people who were too sick to go. It is said that there were 500 people, but Napoleon himself said that there were only 7 people. At that time, the doctors accompanying the army exchanged it with the locals for supplies, and then sold these supplies to the soldiers.

She didn't make any comments on this matter, at least he admitted it, and didn't deny it.

It didn't take long for the food they asked for to come. After finishing the meal, Giorgina did not accompany Fox, but returned to the Tuileries Palace, and got rid of the expenses for hosting the Italian Republic's founding celebration in Lyon in January. As of August Napoleon's birthday celebration, he has spent three million francs.

According to later statistics, there were more than 1,000 carriages among the upstarts and celebrities who attended Napoleon’s birthday banquet. Fortunately, she opened a few doors in advance to let them get off separately. Otherwise, even if each car stopped for 10 seconds to get them off, it would cost 2 more than an hour.

At first, some people complained about this, feeling that it was not "equal", and all they wanted was to get off at the main entrance of the Tuileries Palace.

That is the symbol of status and decency, how unfair it is to enter and exit through the side door, they have not thought about the traffic congestion and the inconvenience caused to the citizens.

When the next celebration is held, they will wait in the car for several hours, and they will know the purpose of getting out of the car so scatteredly before the early morning dance is over.

It would be "better" if they fought to get out of the car first, this is a very simple math problem, the problem is that no one has thought about it, but she, who has thought about it, has become the target of their complaints up.

That's why she sometimes feels that what these French people want is not freedom and equality, what they want is decency, which they couldn't enjoy when they were ordinary people before, but now that the nobles have been overthrown, they can also experience it.

No wonder the old aristocrats mocked the upstarts so much.

After checking the accounts with the daughter of the Marquis of San Simeon, Georgiana left the restaurant.

She was about to go through the side door, but was stopped by Bonaparte's valet.

He led her to a small suite, where Georgiana waited alone, about half an hour later a Corsican man in a colonel's uniform appeared, and he closed the door easily.

She sat leaning against a desk, patiently waiting for him to speak.

He rubbed his nose, as if thinking of an opening line.

"What do I have to do to forgive me." He asked directly.

She tilted her head and looked at him.

His height looks like a boy of about 16 years old, but unfortunately he is the kind of person with a long upper body, and his legs are indeed proportionally short.

"What are you looking at?" He asked with a smug smile.

"Do you know how old Georgina is?" she asked.

The smile on his face faded.

"If at school, Severus fell in love with a girl student her age, the parents would tear down the school..."

"I thought you didn't compare me to him privately," he cut her off.

"You slept with an underage girl, Napoleoni." She said calmly, if this "news" was enough to ruin his political future in the 21st century, fortunately he was in the early 19th century.

"She doesn't look like a minor," he quips.

Georgiana recalled Georgina, who did look older than she really was.

"Are you still in your head?" she asked. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"I need information." He pinched his nose, then looked at her calmly, "She often tells me about things in the theater."

Georgiana smiled and shook her head.

"I'll pay her."

"You can't redeem anything by saying that!" She said angrily, "Give an underage girl money, and you..."

"You want to condemn me?" He asked rebelliously.

She shut up.

At this time, continue to "teach" him, I am afraid that only the "gendarme" can deal with him.

"She is young, not too wary, and the information she gave me is true, unlike Fouche." He cursed "that traitor."

"There are many women who like you, Leon, you don't need mine." She said calmly, "Georgina and Josephine..."

"What if I have no money?" he asked her again.

"You can't feel that way... Georgina is telling you what's on her mind."

"What else have you heard?" he asked again.

She stopped talking.

She had heard that they would chat in thin clothes in front of the thriving fireplace, as he said, "theatre intelligence," and he would always laugh.

It reminded her of the time she and Severus sat talking in front of the fireplace.

"We're still friends." She thought for a moment and said, "Stop it, my lion."

he laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"You are so good at guessing, why don't you guess?" He smiled and said, "You cold-blooded snake."

"You say I'm a snake?" she said in disbelief.

"We're not finished!" He warned her, then turned and opened the door to leave, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

Georgiana shook her head.

It may not be uncommon for a thirty-three-year-old adult man to take a girl half his age as a mistress in the 18th century. Georgina still has so many fans supporting her, but she cannot ignore her past as a teacher.

Besides, she hadn't mentioned the line Severus left on the chair in his office at the Opera House.

Didn't the Venetian governor who was beheaded marry a girl who was old enough to be a granddaughter?

He stole someone's lover, and made the young man who lost his lover do stupid things.

She calmed down and left the suite.

She won't believe what he said, he has so many excuses, and someone helps him think that she doesn't want to be fooled anymore.