Harry Potter Morning Light

In Voltaire's Manners, bullfighting was described as follows: it is the most spectacular, the most flattering, and the most dangerous show, but it does nothing to improve life.

After starting from Le Havre, they have been on their way. There is no thoroughfare or ancient Rome repair road in this section of the road. They will encounter many pedestrians along the way, so they have to slow down. down.

They stopped at Étretat, where the "real" Elephant Trunk Hill is located. Both sides of the English Channel are covered with chalk, and the cliffs are as straight as a knife.

After a scenic spot is famous, there will always be some imitations. It is a pity that there are no cameras in this era, otherwise Georgiana would like to take pictures in Étretat.

They arrived in Fécamp, a fishing port city, around one o'clock in the afternoon, and were greeted warmly.

Before Rouen, Fecamp was the capital of the Duchy of Normandy, and it is said that this is where the Vikings landed.

After the pirates left, cod and herring became the main livelihood of the local people. Many brave fishermen went to the fishing grounds of Newfoundland to fish, so Fecamp also had the nickname of Cod City. However, because of the war, the residents of Fecamp have not gone to sea for a long time. Because of peace, the British gave up the right to fish in the offshore, and Fecamp has regained its prosperity.

Georgiana thought of the famous canned herring and smiled sweetly at the people who waved and cheered her.

They had lunch in Fécamp. Aromatherapy cod was paired with the famous local wine, which was mixed with flowers and fruits and herbs such as lemon peel, cardamom, hyssop, mint, thyme and cinnamon. Georgiana bought a few cases and put them in the On the carriage, however, the bumpy road conditions made the wine bottles continue to make noises, and she was very worried that they would break in the middle.

They did not arrive at Saint-Valéry-sur-Somme until about seven o'clock in the evening, a city smaller than Fécamp, but there was an inn at this place, after all, the end of the thoroughfare was here.

The thoroughfare extends from Paris as the center, and there is no ring road, which is why the journey on this day is bumpy and rugged.

"The road to Dieppe will be better," said Mr. Martin, winking at her as he watched her thump himself on the back as she got out of the car.

Georgiana shook her head and went back to her room.

The northwestern part of France is different from the eastern part. Although the ancient Romans called the Germanic people barbarians, the Germanic people also had a tribal democracy, although the topic they discussed was foreign wars or marriage alliances.

The Germanic Teutonic tribe called it the "Mark Assembly" or the People's Assembly, and later it was renamed the Sage Assembly. Those who participated in the Sage Assembly must be called "Sages", which means that the Teutonic people are very adaptable to democracy.

Switzerland also belongs to the Teutonic nation. At the same time, Switzerland is also the only direct democratic country in the world. They often hold referendums to manage the country.

In any big country, such as Britain with a small population, it is unimaginable to hold referendums three or four times a year, and it is even more impossible for France with a larger population.

When the UK translated the "Declaration of Human Rights", it translated the common interest into "public utility". facility.

In the process of manifesting common interests, public facilities are indeed an important manifestation. The establishment of a public facility must at least meet social needs, and the relationship between public utilities and users is open.

For example, the sand sluice room can be built locally or by the state. It is a public road that can be used by anyone. As far as local public utilities are concerned, it is up to the local council to decide whether to build it or not. The sand lock room washed away the sand and lost the coastal defense, and they had to spend money to repair the fort.

In the past, the local nobles built castles for military defense and to provide workshops for handicraftsmen. Cardinal Richelieu tore down the walls of their castles and destroyed the stud farm.

France is famous for its cavalry. They are basically nobles. The city walls were very useful in the era of riding and hacking, and they were also expensive. If King Louis XIV did not take the lead in tearing down the walls of Paris, it would be difficult for others Obedience.

The king sets the fashion, the nobles are responsible for following it, and the common people follow suit. Georgiana was sure that Bonaparte would have ignored her when she told her not to engage in privileges, that sometimes a "sage" is an "idler" and that they had nothing to say.

It took longer to dismantle feudalism mentally than the system did, and just as Georgiana was contemplating whether to sneak a couple of drinks in the lounge and go to bed, the door of her room was thrown open.

In came the very handsome Thor Rozier.

"Don't you know what knocking is?" asked Georgiana.

"We cannot escort prisoners to Geneva." Rozier said patiently, "The people we caught should be tried in France."

"Who's the Chancellor?" Georgiana asked.

"Are you going to help Britain get the right to judge?" Rozier asked.

Georgiana was dizzy with rage.

"Why do you think so?"

"What else? You think it's fair to France?"

Georgiana didn't want to take credit, and if it wasn't for her, they would still be arguing with Malfoy about whether the scavengers spoke English or French, and then exercise their law enforcement powers.

"All along, you have not always complied with international secrecy laws."

"That's not your right to allow the British Ministry of Magic to interfere in our internal affairs."

"I didn't let them interfere!"

"Then why are we giving them prisoners! We can set up prisons ourselves!"

Georgiana froze for a moment.

"Have you caught someone?"

"Winter is coming, and they need to buy supplies for the winter."

Just then, the door of her room was opened again, and this time it was Bonaparte who entered.

He stared at the tall and handsome Rozier for a long time.

"We don't have a place to set up a wizard prison like Azkaban." Georgiana said to Rozier, "Or do you know of a similar place?"

"He's a Muggle and doesn't need to be in a wizarding prison," Rozier said.

"What happened?" asked Bonaparte.

"They caught an accomplice of the guy who attacked me last time," Georgiana said.

"Send him to Paris, to René," said Bonaparte.

"No!" Georgiana yelled.

The two looked at her together.

"I want him to be tried by an international court," Georgiana said, piercing her waist. "And I don't want it to become a new witch hunt."

"She wants us to hand over the prisoner to the English judge," said Rozier, looking at Bonaparte.

"Of course it's impossible." Bonaparte stared at Georgiana and said, "The suspects caught by the British secret police will be handed over to us, and they cannot be brought to England for trial."

"They will not bring the suspect to France for trial, which is why I said the suspect should be sent to Geneva..."

"Why Geneva?" asked Bonaparte.

"The headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards is there!"

"Let them move to Paris," said Bonaparte.

Georgiana looked for reasons to refuse.

"They don't have an office!" Georgiana said with a flash of inspiration.

"I can find you one." He said without refusing, and then looked at Rozier. "As for the prison, is the dungeon in your castle still available?"

"Of course." Rozier looked at Bonaparte and said with a smile.

"Prior to trial, put the suspects in the dungeon of your house. There are only more than 100 people in that village," Bonaparte said.

"Yes." Rozier bowed.

"Go down," said Bonaparte.

Rosier backs away from her room.

When Rozier left, Bonaparte sat down on a chair.

"I want to sleep in your room tonight, will you allow me?"

What the hell sage, Georgiana thought, slept with the monarch he or she served?

"What do you want to say?" He smiled happily.

"You're pissing me off." She said through gritted teeth.

Unexpectedly, he laughed even happier, and then he walked into her bedroom, as if his request was only symbolic, no matter whether she agreed or not, she could not refuse this "kiss", just like the picture in the pictorial The fat woman in the pink dress.