Harry Potter Morning Light

The door between the two bedrooms was opened, and Bonaparte, who had changed into military uniform, entered in pajamas and slippers.

"What are you busy with during the day?" He asked relaxedly, and naturally lifted the quilt on the other side of the bed, and then got in.

"I'm looking for a place to build a hospital." She put down the book in her hand, feeling that the place beside her was sinking deeply due to the weight of another person. "Also, I want to build a church."

"What are you reading?"

"How many Saint-Pierres do you know in history?" she asked, not really expecting an answer from him. Dale, he got that name because he was born in Saint-Pierre, and he's a writer."

"What did he write?"

"A Plan for Eternal Peace in Europe" and "A Memoir for Eternal Peace in Europe." She raised the book in her hand, "A Plan for Gradually Establishing Eternal Peace in Christian Countries."

He reached out, stroked her hair, and kissed her "good night."

After he finished speaking, he covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and seemed to be falling asleep.

"The greatest and most magnificent aspiration of the Europeans is to achieve a permanent and universal peace among the nations of Europe, to establish a quiet and peaceful society of brothers, living in an atmosphere of eternal harmony adhering to the same motto." She continued to mutter, "Do you think the name of the Concorde Square comes from this sentence?"

"You may go to sleep with this great and magnificent dream," said Bonaparte, eyes closed.

"St. Pierre believes that in order to achieve permanent peace, it is necessary to establish a European confederacy government. connection of interests, purposes, and customs."

She paused deliberately, but Bonaparte responded with slightly heavy and gentle breathing, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Written after the War of the Spanish Crown," she said dryly. "He thought the real backbone of the European system was the Germanic bloc."

"Then he has chosen a wrong support," said Bonaparte. "It is like loose sand, not solid."

"Cement is also loose, but it is extremely strong." She said arrogantly, but threw the book in her hand aside, and got into bed. "I want to use cement to build a church."

He sat up, lifted the quilt, reached out and "collected" the book she had put on the bedside, and then put it far away in the corner, making a loud echo in this slightly shabby farmhouse.

Then he put the quilt on his body again.

"Did I tell you that Rousseau also read St. Pierre's book?" She asked again, "He has one more people's will than St. Pierre, which is also the spiritual characteristic of the Enlightenment Age. The monarch, not the people, so there will be peace only when the people are sovereign."

"Who gave you the book?" he asked.

She said defiantly, "Do you agree with Rousseau? I mean women should only read what women should read?"

He pretended not to hear, and fell asleep.

She turned her back on him in a huff, and after a moment she spoke again: "There is another Saint Pierre, a monk in the eleventh century. He said, don't be overwhelmed by the daily activities and problems of life. You feel the biggest Is the enemy death or life?"

"Why do you think that?" he asked.

"For the dead, he won't feel anything, but the living will feel the loss." She said calmly, "Don't you think life will crush you?"

Again he didn't answer.

"Are you really planning to continue to attack England, or is it just a show for those people?" Georgiana asked again.

"Why do you have so many questions?" He said impatiently.

"I know many people think I'm a 'gold digger'." She said softly, "I've told you since the first time we met, I want peace."

He was silent.

"I know that people sometimes act in order to live, but I know one thing, you are not someone who will give in to life so easily, Leon."

He turned around and hugged her.

She also shut up and slept with him until the next morning.

Some people say that the French Revolution is very similar to people's lives.

At that time, France seemed to be acting as the teacher of Europe. The elegance, entertainment, beautiful writing, and delicate thinking of the upper class influenced the whole of Europe. However, after the Great Revolution, the suffering and oppression in life were alleviated, and ambition and desire began to rise.

After such a long period of chaos, people hope that the social order can be restored. After all that, the peaceful life that used to be commonplace or even boring has become commendable.

Many people and things are precious only after they have been lost. She once read a cartoon in which a person paddled very fast on a slope, as if he was ahead of everyone, because he pushed the rock he was pushing. The edges and corners of the block were smoothed, and he looked back at the people behind him triumphantly, until he started to walk downhill, and found that the round stone was completely out of his control, rolling down the hill at a fast speed.

"Life" made him smooth and sophisticated, and for a short time it seemed that he was better than ordinary people. For example, Barings Bank can provide loans for the sale of Louisiana while enjoying the hereditary title given by the British royal family.

The annexation of Louisiana by the United States will turn it into a behemoth, not as easy to deal with as it was when it was just independent, but what does this have to do with the Bahrain family?

What they and the Hope Bank wanted to earn was nothing more than a commission and a commercial miracle, but they affected the political situation for hundreds of years, and in the end they also lost bankruptcy and sold it to the Dutch bank for 1 pound.

Corsica was also bought by France. Rousseau once "predicted" in his book that there would be a Corsican who would shock the world in the future. This may be the so-called "fate".

If war hinders human development, why can't human beings stop war?

If Napoleon doesn't give war to those hungry wolves, sooner or later he'll be eaten himself, and they don't need a Caesar stunned by Cleopatra of England.

He brought her out just to be respectable, and she couldn't think of a better way than to hold a banquet.

Holding a banquet needs a reason, she thought it was to celebrate the armistice.

While dressing in the mirror, a crow suddenly appeared on the tree outside the house. It had a circle of white collar hair, which looked like a bow tie on a priest's neck.

She looked at it for a while, and the crow looked at her too.

Through its eyes, she seemed to see another world. In the dark forest, there was a huge tree with a hole in the tree. It was like a huge mirror was placed in the hole, reflecting another world.

But before she could see clearly what that world was like, the crow flew away.

She suddenly wanted to go to the forest to have a look.

But the Bois de Boulogne-sur-Mer was much bigger than the Bois de Boulogne in Paris. How could she find a tree in such a large forest?

She shook her head, took what she saw just now as an illusion, and continued to dress up.