Harry Potter Morning Light

"Clang clang clang..."

The church bells began to strike as Georgiana emerged from the ground.

The clear and high-pitched bells are long and solemn, with waves of buzzing aftertaste reverberating between the sky and the earth shrouded in the setting sun.

"It's time for evening prayers," said Bonaparte to Georgiana. "Would you like to pray?"

Georgiana wondered if this was irony, but she went to the altar anyway. She didn't make the sign of the cross, but she folded her hands and prayed with her eyes closed.

"Ave Maria, gratia plena..."

She opened her eyes and looked back, and found that everyone was standing quietly without speaking. Their eyes were all focused on the empty altar at the moment, so no one noticed her actions, except for one person.

Canova kept staring at her, and his gaze made Georgiana feel uncomfortable, so she turned her head and began to pray again.

Albus, you should come and see, after the vicar's daughter, there's a praying witch here.

After a while, she put down her hands and looked back at Napoleon. At this moment, his back was facing the light, his face was covered in shadow, and she couldn't make out his expression.

The others left quietly at this time.

"I asked Menu why he didn't send troops to suppress the Portuguese Moon Riot that day." Bonaparte said, "I also asked the same question to Pizarro in Venice. It was still useful in the first life, but now, when all the residents are armed, they can't help at all, Pizarro still chooses to be neutral, so I said to Pizarro, well, since your republic chooses to be neutral , I agree, but it should stop issuing arms to peasants and townspeople, I excused the acts of Venice when I was in Italy, and when I am in Germany I shall consider them crimes not to be forgotten, if my soldiers are in If the territory of Venice is killed, my luggage is plundered, and the line of communication is cut off, then the Republic of Venice will also perish, and it will read the verdict for itself. My warning is not taken seriously. Verona has done Get ready, on the second day of Easter, when the bells for vespers have sounded, the city and the country rioted at the same time, and they killed the sick and wounded, and General Baran closed the fort, and fired from the fort into the city, just as I used to Do the same, shoot wherever there are many people, but those crazy people didn't stop at all. Even if the Chiuza defenders surrendered, those armed mountain people still killed them. This is different from a coup, Georgiana, Do you understand why?"

"This is not a game." Georgiana said deadpan. "Even if they know they are not safe, they still won't quit."

"Revenge," said Bonaparte. "You told me about an Italian who chose a random target for revenge on an Austrian family, even though she was only a woman. Could you tell me the name of that family?"

"I can't." She said quietly.

"Why?" he asked back.

Because, that's what happened in the "future".

"It's a story, isn't it?" asked Bonaparte.

Georgiana did not answer.

"That assassin should be a mountain person, like Corsica, there are mountains everywhere."

She couldn't remember who the assassin was.

"When the mountain people knew that we had reached a peace treaty with Austria, and at the same time they knew that Victor's division had arrived to support them, their fighting spirit collapsed. They knelt on the ground begging for surrender and accepted Balaam's The general's various conditions handed over the hostages, so the order in Veronard was restored. The French army could have used severe suppression methods, but even though the blood of their brothers was still flowing, the French still did not retaliate. Only three residents who incited the riot were arrested, the rioters were disarmed, and all the farmers were sent home. Last year, I did not agree with you and Karno’s farming loan, not because I was afraid that it would eventually become a South China Sea incident.”

"You suspect that I will incite a peasant riot?" Georgiana asked back.

After a long silence, Bonaparte said, "Just now I asked you why Marce launched a rebellion instead of a revolution. You know the answer, right?"

"I think so."

"tell me."

"Peasants still need a king, city dwellers don't think they need it. Marce was just one man, but in 1789 it was the whole city..."

"Not just Paris, but also Marseille and Lyon. Do you know what the difference is between these people?"

"Enlightenment." Georgiana replied, "The countryside is managed by the church, and the Enlightenment has not yet reached those places."

"During the Crusades, the monks preached from their pulpits the benefits of the Crusades. I must reconcile with the Church that even if the Pope has no prestige among the atheists and the city dwellers, he can always call a party in the countryside. Army, I think you wizards are really wise, not those characters who fiddle with candles and curse people, can you help me?"

Georgiana shook her head.

"Why?"

"Most people have a hard time distinguishing magic from magic. Leon, I don't know if you've heard the story of Charlemagne's childhood. In this church, there is also the remains of a saint. When Bishop Germain was buried, his wooden coffin could not be lifted, and it was supposed to be the warning of the ghost of Saint Germain, because the tax collectors were extorting money from the church's territory."

Bonaparte laughed. "With us, the peasants want to abolish the tithe."

"Pipin agreed to the request of the stranger in the crowd, not only to arrest those tax collectors, but also to send a few extra farms to the church. You cracked the trick of making the Virgin Mary cry with a glass, then Can you now decipher the reason why Bishop Saint-Germain's coffin cannot be lifted?"

Bonaparte said nothing.

"The bishop of Saint-Germain wishes to abolish slavery, and the sarcophagus of Saint Geneviève appears at this time..."

"Stop talking." He interrupted her suddenly.

"This is a revelation." Georgiana said, "Slavery is harmful to the soul and morality. The eventual fall of Rome is directly related to the slave uprising."

"No baby chooses to be independent," said Bonaparte. "If a young child chooses to run away from home, there is only one final outcome. America is a teenager, confused but full of vitality. They still have hope of growing up. I can't convince them. Believe me, little William Pitt, but I hope you will believe me, however much the French want revenge on you Brits, I will not let them take revenge on your civilians and Hands to the wounded."

"Not because you want to wear the English crown like Edward III?" asked Georgiana.

"I think this is the difference between us and a country ruled by business oligarchy." He said haughtily, "We still pay attention to credibility."

Georgiana smiled.

"It's almost winter, and grave-digging will start rampant again." Georgiana said with a smile, "It is precisely because of the lack of this layer of restraint that science can develop rapidly, Leon, as you said, this cannot be done, that If you can’t do it, what else can you do?”

"You want to dig a grave?"

"I couldn't control my curiosity just now. I used magic in the church. I knew a ghost. He used to be a monk. He used magic to cure diseases for the people." She paused, then said, "Some people say that curiosity is The driving force that drives mankind forward, I thought too much curiosity would lead to trouble, I still hope to save my marriage, I still love Severus, I shouldn't be curious about you."

He didn't speak.

"You are very different from the man I know," she whispered. "Especially the first time I saw you with a sword, you looked like an adventurer."

"Bold actions are often necessary, but actions must be carefully planned. If I don't have these, people have reason to say that I am not worthy to rule." Napoleoni pointed at her with his hat and said, "From this point of view, I An adventurer indeed."

"Is the retirement thing your promise or did you lie to me?" Georgiana asked.

"You will leave at any time, how do I know?" He looked at her in confusion and bewilderment, "I don't know whether I should trust you or not."

"Don't blindly trust anyone." She said immediately, "This will give others a chance to control you."

"That's right, genius advice." He said sarcastically, "This is the root cause of your marriage going to the grave."

Her eyes widened.

"You are different from ordinary women. Are you not afraid of such a scary basement?"

"You are not afraid, why should I be afraid?"

"We are all veterans of ten years of war," said Bonaparte. "I don't know whether it is the grave or you that are more to be feared."

she laughed.

Boys always like to be brave in front of girls, even if they are afraid, they will not show the slightest timidity, so as to avoid being looked down upon by girls.

"You have a beautiful smile." Bonaparte stared at her and said "Do you realize that now you choose us, not we choose you, we are like the boys at the ball trying to impress you. "

She opened her mouth.

"He loves you, please believe this." After speaking, he put on his hat, walked out of the dilapidated church towards the sunset like a hero.

In fact, on the other side of the ocean, there is another genius. He was also a Frenchman, and he also smells like gunpowder all over his body.

It's a pity that whether it is the scientists who make gunpowder or the artillerymen who use gunpowder, they are all engaged in occupations that drink blood and get fat.

So what exactly is happiness?

"Leon!" Georgiana yelled before he was gone, and he turned his head.

"If he doesn't come to me, I'll stay with you," she said aloud, her voice echoing through the church.

He smiled and reached out to her.

Georgiana trotted over, took his hand, and walked towards the sunset together.