Harry Potter Morning Light

The salon is not just a place where ladies and gentlemen provide parties, drinks and food for playwrights, poets, and critics. Women, as hosts, sometimes need to use their wit and elegance to mediate some people in the salon because of a topic. The situation, as a "referee" type of role.

It all depends on what kind of person the guest is. Most of them are polite and talk about topics such as art and fashion. The scene of swords and swords like just now is relatively rare.

All in all, Napoleon's face was not good, perhaps because Georgiana did not judge him to win.

She was already mentally prepared for this kind of thing, so she wasn't surprised at all when she was stopped before getting into the car.

"Ma'am," said the messenger politely, handing her a letter. "Mr. Lestrange asked me to give it to you."

She took the letter, stamped with the Ministry of Magic crest.

"What's this about?" Georgiana asked.

"The issue of demarcation." The staff member of the French Ministry of Magic said, "Whose management area does Brittany belong to, and the ministers of the Ministry of Magic of the two countries are planning to hold a summit in Le Havre."

"Well..." Georgiana said with a headache.

"If Le Havre is inconvenient, other cities are fine." The staff of the Ministry of Magic said, "They are all waiting for you."

Georgiana looked back at him.

The young man bowed to her, then turned and left.

As soon as Georgiana got into the carriage with the letter, the carriage door opened on the other side, and the angry Bonaparte sat opposite her.

"What was that just now?" He asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"This is what you mean?" Georgiana held up the letter in her hand, "I still have a meeting to attend in Le Havre, about demarcating the border between the two Ministry of Magic."

"I'm talking about your evaluation, what does it mean that he used his knowledge to score points?" Bonaparte asked immediately.

She sighed, "Don't care so much about winning or losing, Leon."

"You said that to that guy too?" he asked dissatisfied.

"Winning the debate can't decide anything. The monks once debated how many angels could stand on the tip of a needle. What's the point of that?" She said sharply, "Don't forget that Louis XVI cared too much about winning England and spent so much money When fighting the War of Independence, you really should think about how you lead the people.”

He smiled as if he had heard a joke, and then looked at her teasingly.

"What's your opinion?"

"The owners of cotton mills in Normandy think that they are by the sea and close to England is an advantage, and it will not be so simple to make them give up this advantage." She said seriously, "They have money and connections, if they feel It is not good for you to follow you, they will also fall to the British, agriculture and animal husbandry can only be used to absorb the unemployed during the transformation of the industry, you can’t do it now.”

He looked very upset.

"Do you still remember what was written in the Theory of the Monarch? If a person maintains integrity and does not harm others, he cannot satisfy the big man, but he can satisfy the people. Do you think I support the use of child labor on the other side?" Georgiana pointed out "This is the way of killing the chicken and picking the eggs."

"What?" He didn't seem to respond, as if he didn't know this idiom.

"Do you know the story of Jack and the Beanstalk?"

"I know." He said reluctantly under her gaze.

"After Jack climbed the vine, he found a hen that laid golden eggs. Every day the giant yelled at it, 'Lay more eggs, you useless bird'. Only the sound of the beautiful harp could make it Be quiet. There is also a story about the hen that lays golden eggs in Aesop's fables. The wife thinks that the hen that can only lay golden eggs can lay golden eggs. There must be a lot of gold in her stomach, so she encourages her husband to take out all the golden eggs. In this way, there is no need to bother to pick up eggs every day, but after the husband killed the hen, he found that there were no golden eggs in his belly. The couple regretted it very much, but it was too late. They could have a golden egg every day, but now they have nothing. there is none left."

Bonaparte looked at her in silence.

"Don't force the hen that can only lay golden eggs to lay more eggs like a giant, let alone kill the hen that can lay golden eggs like the couple in Aesop's fables. If you push too hard, the hen will run away with others. Killing the chicken is not worth the loss. People will die sooner or later. The older generation will not be able to do it sooner or later. If the new generation is unable to continue, then the advantages they accumulated in the early stage will disappear. In short, you can’t be so radical "She covered her head, cleared her mind and said, "You have to make them feel that Normandy's proximity to the sea and the UK is no longer an advantage, so that they won't talk to you about tariffs anymore."

"Someone told me that the money to build a factory in France will not pay off quickly." He said listlessly, "Excluding the daily production overhead and the investment in building a factory, it will take a while to generate profits. The British manufacturers invested The funds will be recovered quickly."

"That's right, when child labor and slaves are used." Georgiana said bitterly. I am afraid that I will lose my job as an adult and I am unwilling to grow up."

"Is that why English women don't want to marry?" he asked.

"Are you talking about aristocratic women, or there are little girls who go to work in factories in order to accumulate dowry. This is similar to the farms and cider I told you. They can be used to accumulate dowry, but they cannot be used to support their families."

He laughed.

"Why did he agree to marry you once?"

"That's when I thought I had no other choice," she said, looking into his gray-blue eyes.

"Did I save you?" he asked.

"You set me free." She lowered her eyes. "But I feel that if I want to be saved, I must save myself."

He reached out and lifted her chin up.

"A free woman should look someone in the eye and talk," he said with a smile. "Tell me, how did I set you free?"

"You might feel offended."

"Say it straight," he said confidently.

"You make me feel like I have a choice."

He frowned, as if he didn't understand what she was saying.

"It's like two boys chasing a girl, I can choose between you and him..."

He laughed as if in disbelief.

"No one has ever pursued you?" he said with a smile.

"There might be one," she said uncertainly, "but I always thought he and I were just friends."

"When the Romans occupied Britain, they felt that Scotland was not worth occupying. Because there were only mountains, cold weather, and poor and rebellious tribes, the price paid was far higher than the return." Bonaparte said with a beautiful hand , caressing her cheek "They really don't have an eye for beauty."

"Maybe because they are used to it, there are similar scenery in the Alps." She tremblingly said, "Have you ever been to Interlaken?"

He sat on the sofa next to her and hugged her tightly.

"Did you go by yourself or with him?"

She didn't answer.

"What did you go to see?" he asked again.

"Jungfraujoch," she said dryly.

"What did he do?" Leon smiled ambiguously.

She looked at him angrily.

He realized it and smiled.

"It seems that men all over the world are the same, even if he is a wizard." He said happily. "By the way, I hate the secret police. The French Ministry of Magic does not allow Aurors."

"What?"

He pushed open the door and left.

"It's unbelievable." She murmured, looking at the roof of the car.

How could the Aurors be the secret police?