Harry Potter Morning Light

Many scholars have studied why Spain declined.

Perhaps as Bonaparte said just now, silver is very important, but having silver does not mean owning everything.

On the way to the crowd on foot, Georgiana wondered what would happen if the emperor of the Qing Dynasty agreed to the terms of an "alliance" with the British World Mission?

First of all, if the British want to trade in East Asia, they must have a foothold. It is not a small island, but the size of India. Occupied by French or native Indian rulers.

Macartney's mission coincided with the Second Anti-French Coalition, and England had to pay "a lot" for the Union Army. The Manchus got artillery and guns, and England got much-needed silver. Although this still cannot solve the problem that the Qing Dynasty cannot produce advanced weapons in its own country, and will still have to rely on the "Westernization Movement" to solve the problem of manufacturing in the future, it at least retains a channel to understand the outside world.

Of course, this is just an assumption. After all, this means allowing other countries to get involved in their own interests, and it will also appease England's expansion in East Asia. The emperor had already made his decision, so according to the oriental art of war book, "the first is to attack the army, the second is to attack the diplomatic relations, and the second is to attack the city." Diplomatic means can no longer achieve the goal, so the next step is to prepare for war.

A country does not have to be powerless to swear its sovereignty, but it must use force to maintain its sovereignty. In the end, the issue of sovereignty must be resolved by force, even though Einstein said that as long as a sovereign state has force, war is inevitable.

In addition to curiosity, war is also a driving force for human progress. Muggles will not invest in making time travel machines, but will invest in making atomic bombs, and wizards will use time converters to conduct more dangerous experiments.

Big history may not be changed so easily, but local and personal history can be changed. Most of them are insignificant little people, like a speck of dust in the era, and will not leave any traces.

But what is the difference between these little people and the big ones?

The people who disappeared in the known time experiments are all wizards. Of course, wizards will only count wizards. There are too many Muggles. Small though they were, they had the power of witchcraft that some great man craved, like the king in the fairy tale who was deceived by the charlatan because of his desire.

When Georgiana appeared, the crowd of onlookers automatically made way for her, and she found that someone actually saluted her.

She thought it was a bit funny, but she still walked to the center. There was no fountain on the hillside. The so-called fountain was sprayed out of a wooden barrel. Standing beside the barrel was a young man who looked just as big as Napoleon Bonaparte. So young.

He saw Georgiana, with an elegant and charming smile on her face.

He has a kind of "magic power" that is different from Napoleon's. Georgiana raised her hand and asked him to kiss the back of her hand.

"What is this for?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Small tricks," said the young man in French with a foreign accent.

"Mr. Clemens Metternich can make water burn like oil," said one of the onlookers.

appeared again.

Georgiana wanted to roll her eyes. The "miracle" of turning water into oil and water into wine has lasted for so many years, no matter how many times they fail, human beings are still successful.

But what surprised her even more was that this young man was actually Metternich, a celebrity in history.

"Is he right?" said Georgiana, looking at Metternich.

"You can see for yourself." Metternich activated his device as he said, and when the fountain started to spray water, he stroked a lighted note on the water column, which looked like lighting a candle.

Georgiana observed carefully for a long time. The fire was orange, and she didn't smell any strange smell either.

"Can you take it apart?" Georgiana asked, looking at the barrel.

Metternich laughed and said in English, "A secret makes a woman more attractive. Let's keep this dark secret."

Georgiana studied him again.

"Chemistry?" she asked.

"Dresden is an interesting city where people believe in both science and magic," Metternich said.

"Have you ever been to Dresden?"

"I was a diplomat there for two years."

"Why not keep going?"

Metternich watched Georgiana not speak, she subconsciously covered her face with a fan.

"Are you a magician or a diplomat tonight?" Georgiana asked.

"Which identity pleases you?" Metternich asked.

she laughed.

"Why are there so many people trying to make me happy tonight?"

"Maybe it's because we want to see your charming smile, ma'am."

She didn't know what to say, at this time Metternich said proactively, "Dresden is a beautiful city, it is called Florence on the Elbe, you may be interested in the local customs and customs."

Georgiana didn't say anything, and Metternich walked to her side naturally at this time, and the two left the crowd of onlookers together.

The reason why Spain did not send envoys was obvious. The peace between Britain and France was not good for them. What also surprised her was that Austria would send envoys to congratulate her, because Napoleon's attitude towards Austria could not be called friendly.

He seemed to turn his face a little faster. After all, he went to Austria to buy horses and food last year because of the famine.

This may be because the Amiens contract had not yet been negotiated at that time, the British still continued to blockade at sea, and French ships could not sail in the Mediterranean Sea, so they needed land transportation, so they needed to borrow from Austria.

Now Britain and France are at peace. Judging from his recent actions, Austria is the most likely to be unlucky. On the contrary, Prussia, as she thought, seemed to have no movement.

In other words, many people hope that Britain and France can continue to fight, and many people are looking forward to her death.

"Can you tell me the secret of the fountain now? I promise I won't tell anyone," Georgiana said.

"Can you answer a question for me."

"you say."

"Are you really a witch, I promise, I will not tell anyone." Metternich said.

Georgiana sneered.

"Even if you don't know magic, I believe you have enough charm. The veil not only did not cover your face, but added a sense of mystery. You only noticed that His Excellency Bonaparte was in a daze for you. I don't know if you noticed him. The person behind?"

"I really didn't pay attention." She said in surprise.

Metternich smiled without saying a word.

"That's why women look at me like that?" Georgiana said incredulously.

"It was the first time I saw Bonaparte follow a woman because she smiled at him. Everyone wants to see your smile, so he made you happy." Metternich said.

Georgiana had to admit that she was happy now, but that joy soon disappeared when she caught a glimpse of a woman wandering around the mobile library out of the corner of her eye.

The banker's wife and Josephine's best friend are indeed beautiful, the key is that she is young and has a belly that can bear children.

No matter how mysterious and clever you are, if you can't have children like Catherine Medici, you will still have a hard time at court.

"Why don't you smile?" Metternich asked.

"Tell me about Florence on the Elbe, I want to hear it." Georgiana smiled coldly.

Metternich didn't come to flirt after all, he talked about the local customs very smoothly.

He was eloquent and handsome, much more pleasing to the eye than Talleyrand, but Georgiana did not listen so carefully.

After the end of the Napoleonic Wars, Europe entered the "Metternich Era" in the next 30 years. He believed in the European classical "balance of power" diplomatic principles and was a staunch defender of feudal kingship.

Sometimes you have to distinguish between friends and allies.

She was still understanding the sentence, and it was really puzzling, to be honest.