Harry Potter Morning Light

"You didn't tell him, did you?"

Pomona looked at the woman in the mirror and said in a warning tone.

Of course no one answered her, she felt stupid.

Originally, she was not included in the welcome party at night, but then Bonaparte somehow thought of it and brought her to that occasion.

There's another welcome party tomorrow at the Rouen Museum of Fine Arts, that's what the merchants are hosting, and she's going to "inspect" the Rouen School of Medicine and Pharmacy during the day, oh my god, it's like she's really turned into some kind of big shot .

Just as she was taking off her make-up, there was a sound of closing the door. It should be Matilda who came back from fetching water.

Medieval castles were like that, with no running water.

"Just put it on the table." She said as she took off her earrings.

In fact, she was a little worried. People didn't care which country she was wearing, because the British didn't attend the reception in France.

"How are you doing today?"

Georgiana was taken aback.

She covered her heart and looked angrily at Bonaparte who was smiling all over his face. He seemed very pleased with himself.

"I didn't play." She said angrily.

"Then what did you talk about on the boat?" he asked again.

"Mr. Martin didn't tell you?"

"I want to hear from you." He reached out and brushed her hair away, and fiddled with the back of her neck, as if to help her take off the necklace.

It would be great if he really wanted to take it off, but she kept fiddling with the lock on the necklace with her fingertips, and she felt inexplicably annoyed.

"Talk about tariffs." She said deliberately fiercely.

"What do they want?" He said lazily, looking like he was not doing his job properly.

"The Americans seem to be preparing for war. They no longer have any illusions about Europe." Georgiana said indifferently, "Or the United Kingdom has no illusions about the Americans. Remember Gabriel Ufral and his blank charter." License? If he only sells those licenses to Spanish businessmen, it will not constitute the current situation, the key is that he sells to Americans, so it is completely out of control."

"Need me to warn the King of Spain?" Leon still looked casual.

"This is your man's business." She did not express her opinion, and then said, "The British cotton textile industry has been too privileged, and the momentum of development is fierce, far surpassing the steel and woolen industries, Henry Petty Let me find a big order for those smelters."

"how do you want to do it?"

"How about building a house dedicated to an industry fair?" She looked back at him "in cast iron and glass."

The way he looked at her was miraculous, hazy and confused, or he was out of his mind at all.

She looked away.

Now she was very dizzy, as if under some kind of magic.

He walked around from behind to the other side, his fingertips brushed gently across her back, and then he bent down so that his face was in the same frame as hers.

After watching her through the mirror for a while, he turned his gaze to her.

"Remember what you said before? You said you liked sugar."

She nods.

"Godoy ceded half of Santo Domingo to France in the hope that we would withdraw from northern Spain, which gave Godoy the title of Prince of Peace, and when we were at war with England, because it was suspected that Spain had made an agreement with us, The British navy cut most of the trade between Spain and the colonies, and the cotton factories in Catalonia had to suspend their supply because they had no raw materials, and those Mexican silver coins were also accumulated during that time." He said softly, "Peace It gave Spain a short respite, but they also know that this peace will not last long, they want to seek more benefits in the shortest time, and then there are those blank charters."

She continued to nod.

"In January 1793, Louis XVI was executed. We promulgated the constitution and we declared war on the British and Spanish teams. It was the Spaniards who first crossed the Pyrenees before we entered Catalonia. The peace treaty not only gave Rouen brought recovery, and Catalonia was restored, that is to say, as long as England still has command of the sea, Spain can only resume trade with the Americas in peacetime, and a renewed war or naval blockade will not only damage Spain Trade with the colonies, and loss of remittances and tariffs from America, the war was a financial disaster for the Spanish crown, and an easier countermeasure would be to increase the money supply and restore Charles III's measures during the War of Independence."

"I've been having a headache for a whole day about tariffs, can you stop talking about it?" she said impatiently.

He squeezed onto her makeup stool, hugged her, and let her sit on his lap.

"Do you know how British industrialists charge tariffs with Ireland?"

She looked at him ignorantly.

Bonaparte liked to use cologne very much, and the smell of the perfume called "Power" was even stronger when he smelled it at a close distance, but she didn't get dizzy because he mentioned Ireland.

"In 1785, the United Kingdom and Ireland signed a treaty of commerce. This treaty stipulated that the two countries should be reciprocal, especially the industrial import taxes of the two countries. This issue concerns all industries. The Irish readily accept it, but the British strongly oppose it. , there is a man named Wedgwood, who is as much a potter as you are."

"I'm not a pottery merchant!" she corrected immediately.

He smiled and went on to say, "Led by Wedgwood, he went to Birmingham to find a man named Bolton, formed a committee, organized meetings when Ireland was discussing peace with England, and distributed many leaflets and pamphlets. , this person also met with Pete, the Duke of Portland, Fox, and Sheridan. Finally, after a series of amendments, the original treaty was abandoned, and some others hoped that the barriers separating the two countries would disappear completely. A disagreement arose between the owners of the old, privileged industry and the leaders of the new industry, whose interests lay in cheap raw materials and a wide open export market, as in 1786 when the treaty of commerce with France was signed. It was again exposed that the metallurgists of Birmingham and the spinners of Manchester and Derbyshire followed what Wedgwood called 'free trade'."

"You say that this kind of 'free trade' is going up the house and pulling the ladder." Georgiana continued.

"The zero duty on steel made the metallurgists of Birmingham no longer listen to Wedgwood. Only the spinners of Manchester and Derbyshire followed him. Manchester blamed each other in the newspapers for the right to use the canal. Now only Spinners of Derbyshire and Wedgwood, have you thought of how to divide them?"

Georgiana tilted her head, "Aren't you worried about harming the interests of France?"

"Metallurgy only accounts for 1% of France's GDP, and the textile industry accounts for 17%. If you want to build a house, you can build it, but you have to remember that when we go to war again, Britain will not let us eat sugar so easily."

She was downcast.

"Think about how to deal with Wedgwood, Mrs. Sever." He pinched her chin, just like he pinches someone else's ear when he is happy. Don’t use rose scent, it’s not for you.”

"Then what fragrance do you think is suitable for me?" She said angrily.

"Fruit." He sighed. "No bergamot, or orange blossom, which Marie Antoinette liked."

"Don't you always stay in her small living room?" She tapped his ancient Greek nose with her finger.

"Do you know what will happen to me if Louis XVIII returns to France?"

She stopped talking again.

"Speak." He urged.

"Death penalty." She whispered.

He sighed again, and let her lean on his shoulder in an awkward position "I don't think he'll use the guillotine, but poor Cambaceres probably won't escape the gallows, I heard there's a hangman's hill in Massachusetts , that seems quite scary to you wizards, and you even set up an international law of secrecy?"

"Yes." She said pitifully.

The guillotine can also use concealment, and the fire torture has the freezing fire spell. How can the hanging be hidden?

The rustling of fabric replaced the conversation, and the golden roses from her gown fell to the floor.

As the poet said, where I walk, the withered petals of roses and the leaves of laurel will fall all over the ground.

Can imagination really rule the world?

Stop dreaming, Leo.