Harry Potter Morning Light

"I think it may be that Shaputal wants to restore a little bit of the guild. He has always missed the family-style master-student relationship in the guild." Georgiana explained to William Pitt Jr.

"How do I know if it's another trick of his." Pete smiled contemptuously. "Last time he pretended to attack Ireland, but he actually attacked Egypt."

"I suppose .

"Why don't you call him Leon?" Pete asked.

Georgiana looked at the handsome former prime minister and shook her head in disbelief.

"They're like the Jacobins," Pete went on. "Everything is initially prepared by a small group of disaffected, dubious people who gather to plan riots, as if doing so will make them truly Pleasant and satisfied."

"Who?" Georgiana asked.

"Those who organize riots are often the most cunning of the weavers, and they are good at making a comfortable living from their new occupations." Pitt said "It's not just 'fraternity' passed on to the mill owners. Workers' Union Act, to correct some ills that harm the majority of the people..."

"Please stop," Georgiana said.

"You haven't heard me out yet," said Pete. "The bill is passed, and the king has given his assent."

Georgiana was a little taken aback.

"What do you think is the best interest, Pomona, the fifty thousand people who have lost all their income and become the objects of the parish relief, or the very few who have a monopoly." Pete said indifferently.

"Poverty, fear, increasing hardship, these things are too dreadful for any man of backbone to bear." Georgiana said "Leon is not like you, Senator... "

"William." Pete interrupted her.

"He really came from the common people," Georgiana went on. "I admire men who have a strong will and love children."

"Mr. Smith doesn't seem like an easy guy to get along with kids," Pete said.

Georgiana smiled and shook her head.

She thought again of the old bat who had blocked the three students behind him in the light of the full moon and faced the werewolf himself.

"I once heard about a girl who went to the water when the overseer was slack and got free because they were afraid it would spread like an epidemic." Pete sighed "to hear the news I was shocked at the time, what puts a child on this path, thanks to you for telling me that poverty, fear, and increasing hardship are unbearable for any man of backbone."

"I didn't tell you," said Georgiana, "it was the godfather."

Pete looked at her confused.

She smiled mysteriously, and didn't tell him that it was a line from a movie called The Godfather.

"You just said that 50,000 people lost everything..."

"It's the hydraulic loom, although the economists tell me not to interfere too much," said Pete.

"I don't know much about machines, but I agree with Bentham's point that the criterion of right or wrong behavior is not the happiness of the person doing the behavior, but the happiness of all the people involved."

"I didn't expect you to speak up for the utilitarians," Pete said.

"Few people pay attention to the grand object, and most people pay attention to the few people around them." Pomona said with a smile.

"Have you met Robert Peel Jr. and what do you think of him?" Pete asked.

"Very brave and eloquent. Do you feel old when you see him?" She continued to ask with a smile.

Pete smiled and didn't answer.

"I have seen the ambitions of many people, but they overlook one point. There is no shortage of people who want to be leaders in this world, but the people who support them. I think this is the role of good eloquence, convincing more people to agree with themselves. She stood up. "I'll go back first, Senator. It's very late."

"Good night, Countess of Aberdeen." Pete said softly, "My proposal is still valid."

Georgiana looked at the handsome former British Prime Minister.

Why doesn't she always have a relationship with good-looking men?

She left the church and returned to the villa surrounded by Figl and members of the guard, but she met another group of Englishmen on the way.

She recognized Louvre Truman, standing behind a short man with an Order of Merlin on his chest.

"It's an honor to meet you." The old man said with a friendly smile, "I'm the Director of the Executive Department of the Ministry of Magic, Grogan Stamp."

"It's an honor to meet you too." Georgiana smiled and looked at the next Minister of Magic.

"Please thank the French Ministry of Magic for my assistance to the safety of the lives and property of non-wizard residents in our country." Stamp said politely and business-like, "I want to make an appointment for a formal visit. I wonder when you are free."

"Tomorrow, but I don't know if we'll be in Dieppe tomorrow," Georgiana said.

"Don't worry, we'll know where you are," Stamp said. "Good night."

Georgiana nodded towards him and continued to walk towards the residence. This time it went smoothly, and no one continued to stop her.

Bonaparte managed to get himself a charcoal basin, and he was sitting by the fire, and Georgiana made sure that at least one window in the bedroom was open.

"How was your chat with your old friend?" He looked at the book in his hand with a casual look.

"He told me 'our country has always had meddlers and bad ideas', and in 1784 they organized a committee and organized riots against taxes, just like those Americans."

"what's the result?"

"They won, those men returned with a triumphal ceremony, the 'Old Friends' passed the 'Workers' League Act', and corrected the ills that afflicted the majority, do you have a map of Great Britain?"

He looked at her for a moment with strange eyes.

"Never mind." Georgiana waved her wand, and a map of England made of sparks appeared in the air. "Because of the cotton industry, the population has migrated to these counties, which means that the population of the Tory cities has decreased. There will be fewer seats, and these new industrial cities will have more seats, and those new industrialists will have a greater voice, and even the prime minister can't do anything to them."

"You believe him?" asked Bonaparte.

"No, but his reason is very reasonable, you men like to fight to win or lose."

"It's not as simple as winning or losing..." He frowned, as if planning to make a long speech.

"Have you ever heard of the idiom of borrowing a knife to kill?" Georgiana said, "It's a Chinese story. There was a very smart man. Before he died, he had already thought about what would happen after he died, so he left a Kit..."

"I don't want to hear plots and tricks from you," said Bonaparte, very resisting.

"Okay then, I'll change the subject. Severus once stepped forward to protect the three students who caused trouble."

He didn't want to listen, but he didn't leave the room, as if he was going to wash up and go to sleep.

"It was a full moon and the moonlight was beautiful," Georgiana said. "It was perfect for a walk home after a party, but they ran into a werewolf instead."

Bonaparte looked back at her.

"Have you heard of the Moonlight Society in Birmingham, Leon." Georgiana looked at him and said, "I heard that they, like Newton's friends, are planning to lead humanity into the next stage."