Harry Potter Morning Light

Early in the morning, Mrs. Duchâtel returned to Paris in a carriage, and Marguerite, Matilda and others "saw off" her, just like the last time when Georgiana moved out of the Tuileries Palace, she was "sent off". "Welcome" look.

She didn't go to "send off", and now her file contains some magic-related materials, and she doesn't know if she should give it to Ferrier for safekeeping.

Now the life of wizards has been Muggleized, at least they don't live in the primitive jungle with the tribe like the wizards of ancient times, or Indian tribes, and Siberia happens to be that kind of place.

Those dark wizards are not Death Eaters, nor are they followers of Grindelwald. Death Eaters persecuted half-bloods and Muggleborns with courts and half-blood wizard registration committees, Grindelwald's followers felt that they were saving the world, and the International Statute of Secrecy was hindering their actions. And those dark wizards in the primeval forest completely ignore the law, they obey the law of the jungle.

There was a knock on the door, and then Caroline pushed the door open and walked in, with a smile on her face.

"Are you ready?" Caroline asked with a smile.

Georgiana didn't want to talk.

"Aren't you having a bad conscience because you violated that law?" Coraline said sarcastically, "You should have given her some flair."

Georgiana thought about that.

Only when people realize that they are no longer safe will they quit that game.

Sometimes some people just feel that no one else dares to do anything to them, so they can have no fear, dare to provoke any kind of people, and dare to make any kind of mistakes.

People who have no fear are either insane, stupid, or both.

This sentence is not always true, but sometimes it is true. As someone said, curiosity is the strongest driving force to promote human progress. When we were children, we were full of curiosity about everything in the outside world, but a sleeping dragon should not wake it up. A child cannot afford to wake it up. s consequence.

Caroline picked up the "draft" painted by Georgiana.

"What's this?"

"Guarding magic in Paris." Georgiana said silently, "There will always be dark wizards."

"so?"

"Turn their magic into it."

Caroline half understood.

"Just like rivers and rivers are destined to flow into the sea, I need energy to drive the maze. Through transformation, I can turn 'bad magic' into 'good magic', and those destructive energies can become the driving force of the maze."

"It sounds complicated."

Georgiana smiled and shook her head, "There is no good or bad power, even if something that can be used for good, falls into the hands of bad people, it can also bring disaster."

Caroline was silent for a while.

"Come on." Georgiana stood up.

"May I ask you a question, you're doing all this for Bonaparte?" asked Caroline.

"You asked two questions," said Georgiana. "My answer is, no!"

Then she ignored the astonished Miss Lestrange, wrapped herself tightly in a thick fur cloak, and went downstairs to take a carriage drawn by flying horses.

In fact, the distance to the castle is not far, and riding a broom is enough, but when she saw the shining golden carriage, she felt like Cinderella at the ball.

Fortunately, the interior of the carriage was still normal, and no expansion spell was used, but everything inside was very luxurious, the seat cushions were made of red velvet, the carriage boards were covered with silk "wallpapers", and the floor was covered with thick velvet blankets. It didn't take long for Caroline and Louvre to sit in, and then the coachman waved his whip, and the "pumpkin carriage" flew up.

"Don't forget the invisibility spray!" Georgiana warned in vain. She remembered the "Flying Ford" incident in Harry Potter's second year. Several Muggles saw them, and Ron's father was punished for it. .

Of course, no one paid attention to her. Fortunately, the road was not far away. They arrived in about five minutes. The carriage was parked in the open space in front of the castle. A red carpet was spread from the inside to the outside of the castle. It looked like some kind of monster. , spit out the scarlet tongue.

The French Minister of Magic, the British Minister of Magic, and Malfoy all greeted her at the door. A blond boy opened the door for her, and then she helped him out of the carriage.

"A beautiful castle." Malfoy said with a false smile, "like its beautiful mistress."

"I don't intend to take it for myself." Georgiana said, looking at Malfoy, and then at Lestrange. "This is French state property."

"Thank you for your donation." Lestrange smiled and bowed towards Georgiana.

It was an abandoned castle, and Georgiana didn't know what it had to offer.

She didn't know why there was such a big show until she walked in.

"Oh, Rose..." She looked at everything around her, and she could see that Bertin had used a tricky method. The cleaned stone wall was actually very beautiful, and it would be even more gorgeous if some plasterboards of the same color were added as decorations. Originally The glue won't dry overnight, but this is where magicians live, and it's possible to make them strong enough without a permanent glue spell.

Stained glass stained glass windows were installed on the originally ventilated windows, and a chandelier crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling of the hall, and a huge "m" is directly facing under the crystal chandelier.

Go up the escalator to the second floor. There are weapons left over from the Middle Ages on the walls. Two huge tapestries are hung on both sides of the corridor leading to the meeting room. The inside of the meeting room is the key decoration object. There are some souvenirs such as vases in the cabinet, and the top of the cabinet is dark blue velvet with a golden picture frame on it. This meeting seems to be attended by many "dead people", who are whispering in the picture frame.

Dark blue and irises were symbols of French royalty, but Georgiana thought Bonaparte would be offended.

Of course, she would not say that she would change it at this time. She was led to the position closest to the fireplace and also at the end of the long table, where "big shots" usually sit.

The chair looks "aged" and probably once belonged to a certain Norman nobleman, while others' chairs are new.

After she sat down, the others took their seats, and it was the same scene as the previous two days, the two parties "gazing affectionately", their eyes tearing at the conference table, she had no doubt that they might draw out their wands to duel at any time.

"Where's the goblin?" asked Georgiana.

"Haven't you heard enough of its complaints?" Labastan smirked.

"It came to fight for the interests of the goblins. Of course, we are not saying that the interests of the goblins should not be considered." Lufkin said immediately, "but there must always be a priority."

Georgiana is sure that the goblin will be upset when she hears this, but she agrees with what Lufkin said, just like this castle, certainly not all places are as gorgeously decorated as the conference room, even a real magician can't Do it, but they're not here to visit.

"Before proceeding with today's topic, I have a question." Georgiana looked at all the participants, "Which of you has been to Siberia?"

Everyone is looking at her.

"I have been," said a painting on the wall. "It was about two hundred years ago..."

"No one wants to hear it," said the woman in a painting next to him.

"So you think people here are interested in weaving?" said the painting who spoke before.

"That's better than always listening to you talk about your rash things when you were young." The woman replied not to be outdone.

"It's started again." Lu Fu muttered in a low voice.

Then the meeting room began to quarrel, everyone, no, everyone was vying to express their opinions.

"At least there was only one goblin yesterday, right?" Malfoy leaned into her ear and gloated, and then he sat up straight again, maintaining a decent polite smile, watching what happened in front of him.

Georgiana slapped the table, and a red flame flew out of the ring, turning into a phoenix and flying around the meeting room.

"Do you know why this place was chosen for the meeting? I can burn it down at any time!" She said menacingly, "Anyway, this castle is made of stone."

So the oil painters shut up.

"Let's talk about the security of the Quidditch World Cup." Georgiana said coldly.

"Why mention Siberia, the next game will be held in Siberia?" Rabastan asked.

"No," said Georgiana dryly.

Everyone looked at her in bewilderment.

"Is this a prophecy?" Lufkin asked after a while.

"That's right," Georgiana went on. "There's going to be a big thing going on with the Quidditch World Cup."

"Then what shall we do?" Lufkin asked.

"Back to the topic just now, who of you has been to Siberia?" Georgiana asked, "especially dealing with the local dark wizards."

Now no one speaks.

"It's better not to hold it at their place than to take precautions," Labastan said.

Malfoy grinned treacherously.

"That's a very clever idea," he admired. "The Russians will be delighted to hear you say that."