Harry Potter Morning Light

Originally, Joseph was supposed to go to the United States with Ludrell to discuss the sale of the land, but now he is stationed in Paris, and Ludrell became the entourage of this trip.

Georgiana did not pray as Di Roque said. Although Caprara is not particularly competent as her guardian, it is not serious enough to be replaced. If there is no accident, there should be another problem up.

"Good evening, ma'am," said Luderer after Marguerite closed the door.

"What happened?" Georgiana asked straight to the point.

Luderer did not speak for a long time.

"The Church or the Pope?" Georgiana asked again.

Luderer did not ask "Why do you ask such a question", but fell into silence, as if thinking about how to organize the language.

Georgiana is also thinking, the church is a good assistant to the king, shouldn't it be...

"When there was a riot in Alexandria, Napoleon ordered to suppress it." Ludrell said, "Not only to execute the relevant people, but also to demolish their homes together. General Kleber did not strictly implement this order. He only executed the rebel who badly wounded and killed the Frenchman, without destroying his house."

"Well, I know they weren't that close in Egypt." Georgiana said indifferently, "There are also two generals who have dueled over this matter."

"Leuven," said Luderer.

"Oh!" she wailed.

"Even if there is no public seminary, there are secret seminaries. Napoleon does not want priests to be monks from other worlds, but to this world, to be a person who is useful to the secular society and loyal to civil rights, waiting in the tower for knights to save The princess will not happen in real history, but there are other ways to curb her freedom, and now he wants to put the reins on the heads of the priests, lest they teach the wrong teachings prohibited by the country to bad students."

"What did the Pope say?" asked Georgiana.

"It's unwise to wield a sharp sword all the time and strike continuously, and the blade will wear out if you use it too much," Ludrell replied.

Now Georgiana understood why her guardian had changed.

During the French Revolution, the French once lost their freedom of religion. Robespierre enforced the doctrine of reason, affirming that belief itself is a manifestation of ignorance, and everything that violates reason is considered deception and ignorance.

British deism in the 17th century was much milder than the Enlightenment thought in France in the 18th century. Newton tried to find a way to live in harmony with the church and God.

Extremist and radical views will form extreme people. Death Eaters and Voldemort are examples. They have a kind of rational arrogance and tyranny.

"Did Napoleon get sick this time because he was cursed?" asked Luderer.

"What? Why do you think so?" She asked in disbelief.

"Because of St. Paul's fire."

"You think the Pope cursed him?" Georgiana laughed. "Everyone gets sick."

Luderer looked at her in horror.

"The fire that Paul mentioned must be built on a foundation with gold, silver, and precious stones, and the other must be built with grass and trees. This kind of fire of eternal sin will and should burn me."

"Please don't say that." Luderer said hastily.

"Don't say anything? It's not the Middle Ages now." She said silently, "Do you think you can burn real wizards to death with that kind of ordinary fire?"

"Can't you?" Luderer asked.

If it was a little wizard or a housewife like Molly who couldn't even use the Freezing Fire Curse, the stake might indeed cause them harm.

"Those 'wizards' who were burned to death were ordinary people. You said just now, elder, that you want to live in this world."

"That's not what I said, it was Napoleon," said Luderer.

"Well, he said it," said Georgiana impatiently. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"The Abbe Grégoire is here, too."

"Is this what Du Roc meant? Let me see him?" Georgiana asked.

Luderer shook his head, "Maybe he just wants you to pray for Napoleon."

Georgiana had nothing to say.

"Do you know what it means if Napoleon is dead?" Luderer asked.

"Yes." Georgiana remembered what Cassandra had said to her "it means the end of the world."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Luderer asked.

Georgiana couldn't understand what this had to do with her prayers, but she felt the need to give him an explanation.

"This is not the first time I have served the king, and I encountered panic in the castle." She said indifferently, "Do you know where Gregoire lives?"

"Medusa Hall."

Georgiana couldn't help laughing.

"What's so funny?" Luderer asked.

"There was a 12-year-old child who killed a monster. It was like Medusa. It had a pair of terrible eyes. Anyone who saw it would die." Georgiana said, "How can I be worse than him?"

After speaking, she left the living room under the watchful eye of Luderer.

"Ma'am." She hadn't gone far when she heard Matilda's voice, who was still wearing her cloak.

"Come with me," Georgiana said to Matilda, "I have something to ask you."

Matilda followed immediately, and they walked towards the Medusa Hall under the guidance of the court attendants.

"Did you dream that night?" Georgiana lowered her voice and asked Matilda.

She looks confused.

"It was the day we first arrived in Calais and you got seasick," Georgiana asked.

Matilda thought for a moment, and said in surprise, "How do you know?"

"What did you dream about?" Georgiana asked.

Matilda looked around, as if she was sure of something, and then said in a whispering voice, "I dreamed of Anbar."

Georgiana thought for a moment. "You mean the servant of the First Consul?"

Matilda looked at her strangely.

"What?"

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

"What did you dream about Anbar? You liked him?" Georgiana asked.

"No, who would like that dark and melancholy guy." Matilda immediately denied it, wishing to swear her innocence.

"Then what did you dream about him for?"

Matilda looked pained.

"He stared at me." Matilda said after a while, "You can't say that he stared at me, he just stared at me like that, very scary."

Georgiana thought of the shadow Margaret had seen over her bed, and perhaps it was more than just a shadow.

"Anbar likes you?" Georgiana asked.

"Him? No!" Matilda immediately denied, "You shave for the First Consul, that was his job."

"So he hates me?" Georgiana asked.

"Who knows what he thinks, he is a difficult person to get along with."

Georgiana thought of another problem. Perhaps Napoleon avoided becoming the target of public criticism by not proclaiming the emperor to a certain extent, but his agreement to restore slavery meant that he was standing in the position of "villain" again. Anbar happened to be the one he bought from Egypt. Returning slaves.

"Didn't you notice?" Matilda asked now, "Constance is the first to enter your bedroom every morning."

"Is this what you negotiated?"

"No." Matilda immediately vetoed, "but who made him the chief servant?"

Georgiana had a feeling that there were other stories going on around her.

"And every night Stam sleeps outside the door with a knife in his arms, and we can't get in."

Georgiana stopped in her tracks.

Matilda looked at her in bewilderment.

She does not recall opening the door that night to see Stam sleeping outside, only Napoleon's aide-de-camp.

"Go and get Stam," Georgiana said to Matilda, "tell him to wait for me in the drawing room."

"Yes, ma'am," said Matilda, and turned away at once.

The rest of the way was only the courtiers and Georgiana. They did not talk, and the only echo of their footsteps in the gilded corridor sounded very empty.