Harry Potter Morning Light

There is such a universally recognized truth: every man who has a lot of money must lack a wife.

This truth is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that when such a bachelor first arrives in a place, no matter how little he knows his temperament and ideas, his neighbors still regard it as the legitimate property that one of his daughters should have .

Georgiana did not have a daughter, but this did not prevent her from investigating the fortunes of Henri Petty and Casimir Pierre Perrier.

Even if the 200,000 acres of land illegally obtained by William Petty in Ireland are removed, the Marquis family still has at least a "palace" with 300 rooms, 62 farms, 3 villages, and a number of lands in London, Liverpool, Manchester, etc. There are factories, canal company stocks, large and small shops, warehouses, and warehouses all over the place. If the Marquise thinks it is necessary, she can open a real estate company, or open a department store that is only open to herself.

Casimir Pierre Perrier opened a bank, he handled the banking business of Anzain coal mines, and he also owned land there.

The management of these households is by no means the same as a house with only one apartment and a few servants.

If Leon Cour chose to stay on his farm in Normandy and continue to dream of the American farmer, then Alice would not have to be disposed of like a lamb dragged to the livestock market.

A man like them does not need a wife to go back and help him manage the house, nor does he need a wife to help him share part of the business like a textile factory owner.

She can be happy every day and live a carefree life.

If only she could ignore those potential dangers.

Georgiana now misses dog sledding, butterbeer, and the feeling of being able to run freely in the wilderness, instead of wearing a beautiful dress and attending such an ulterior dance as she is now.

She would rather read Faust for a while in her room.

But it is undeniable that walking into the resplendent scene amidst the applause of everyone can indeed make people temporarily intoxicated.

You will forget who you are and the dangers that are hiding.

Crowds make her feel welcome, even though they may well be pretending.

St. Mery may not be an excellent manager, but he is a very good master of ceremonies. Fortunately, the weather today is very good and it does not rain. The fireworks in Honfleur were set off at the beginning of the banquet, and at the same time The lighting ceremony in front of the garden square is also held as usual.

Originally, the welcome party was supposed to be held two days ago, but it was dragged on for two days. Many cargo ships docked at the port left, but Mr. Fourche, the owner of the Le Havre Shipping Company, still prepared for the regatta.

Both England and France had gondolas, and the two gondolas raced in the relatively calm inner harbour. Napoleon stood watching from the balcony, looking very happy, and everyone was happy when he was happy.

Robert Beer Jr., who had debated with Bonaparte in the tavern last time, also came at the appointment. He brought "many" friends, and they met the top students in France. The atmosphere was like being ready to draw a duel at any time.

Motier, who came with Bonaparte this time, is the commander of the 17th Army that Caprara once advised Georgiana to take refuge in. His father was a landowner and clothing merchant, and he once participated in the three-level parliament. , Motier himself can speak English and French, and at this time acted as Napoleon's translator.

As long as you don't think about it, you have nothing to worry about.

Just as Fudge intends to use one grand ceremony after another to restore the image of the Ministry of Magic damaged by Sirius' escape from prison, as well as the bad influence caused by the death eaters' disturbance of the Quidditch World Cup.

She stood on the balcony, looking at the fireworks in the distance, and the sound of cannons in the distance, which was said to be the "return" from the British warship.

There are lively scenes everywhere, and in small rooms, well-dressed nobles are playing gambling tools before the Great Revolution.

Will this be the future of Elba?

"Linda Smith."

She turned her head and looked at the person who called her by that name just now.

"Long time no see," said Louvre Truman, the female Auror who had saved her life.

"Why are you here?" Georgiana asked.

The female Auror in the traveling cloak handed her an envelope.

"The invitation." Louvre said, "the Minister of Magic asked me to give it to you personally."

Georgiana took the letter, and as soon as it touched it, it deformed, and then she let out a deep female voice.

"Dear Linda, thank you for your support of the Ministry and we look forward to our upcoming meeting in Calais."

"It's that short?" Georgiana looked at the letter that had turned back into an ordinary letter and said, "Do you still need to go there yourself?"

"It is precisely because it is very important that I need to go there myself." Louvre shrugged. "I don't think the security work of the French is very good, otherwise you will not be attacked."

"You're coming back to protect me?" Georgiana asked.

"I don't know, Linda, it's a mess right now..."

"Go back and tell the Minister of Magic that if there will be a trial in the future, the prisoner will be arrested in Brittany and sent to the International Federation of Wizards in Geneva, where an international court trial will be organized." Georgiana interrupted Louvre.

"I'll tell her." Louvre nodded.

"In addition, I will also ask the French Minister of Magic to form a Quidditch team." Georgiana said with a smile.

"I'll tell her." Louvre smiled, "It would be great if the story could end here."

She glanced at the seemingly peaceful and friendly hall, which was actually tense with swords, shook her head, and took a sip of wine.

"It must be difficult for you alone." Louvre asked.

"Why do you think that?" Georgiana asked.

"You don't look happy, Linda." Louvre said worriedly, "If..."

Georgiana noticed Bonaparte approaching.

"Let's go." She said to Louvre.

Louvre Truman glanced at her, then at Napoleon who was coming, put on the cloak of invisibility and left.

As soon as her figure disappeared, Bonaparte, dressed in the uniform of a French academician, came to the small balcony where she was alone.

"You alone?" asked Bonaparte.

"She's just gone." Georgiana showed him the envelope. "I've got one at Calais."

He didn't take the letter and read it.

"Like it?"

She watched the extravagant reception.

"Yes, I do." She smiled.

"I don't want to sleep in a separate room tonight." He stared into her eyes and said, "Come to my room."

"It's against the rules," she said.

"I think I deserve the reward."

She didn't say anything more.

At this time, he suddenly poked his head over and kissed her lips. There were exclamations from downstairs and the hall behind.

"For people in small places, your actions just now are too open, the first ruler."

Bonaparte laughed, and took a sip of the red wine in his glass.

Then she put her hand on his arm.

He looked at the hand on his arm.

"You learned." He said flatly.

"You're not wood." She smiled mischievously. "Tell me, Leon, do you have any special hobbies?"

His eyes widened, as if frightened.

This time it was her turn to laugh.

Then he put the wine on the balcony, grabbed her waist, and kissed amidst the fireworks and gunfire.

Was this kiss a "peace kiss"?