Harry Potter Morning Light

Connecting the Neptune Palace and the Hall of the Goddess of Victory is the Venus Gallery. It can be seen that there were many paintings on the walls, but they were all packed away, leaving only empty walls.

After walking for a while, there was music, or chorus singing, from the brightly lit hall, and it was obvious that they were continuing to party after the opera.

When Georgiana walked into the hall, she found that people were holding a masquerade ball, and some people gathered at the buffet table drinking and singing, including Georgiana's guardian.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Georgiana couldn't help sighing that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected. Napoleon didn't trust many people. Judging by Luderer's performance just now, it would only seem weird for him to appear in the crowd. Perhaps only curious people would guess why he was so worried.

She didn't want to disturb the good mood of these people, and she didn't want to participate in it. After confirming that most of the people were fine, Georgiana returned to her place of residence. Stam had been waiting in the living room of the suite for a long time.

Instead of sitting on the stool, he stood all the time, bowing to Georgiana when she appeared, as he always did.

She looked at the blue-eyed Mamluk, whose Turkic ancestry could hardly be seen, especially since he was still wearing French attire. Even though he had a Mamluk sword on his waist, it was not uncommon in Napoleon's court, and many officers, even British officers, would wear this kind of sword. Just as Napoleon showed up at banquets and balls in military uniform rather than in the splendid evening gowns of the Bourbons, he ushered in a new fashion.

"What do you want, ma'am?" asked Stam.

"I have a question, why weren't you standing guard outside the bedroom the night Margaret screamed?"

"There was already an adjutant at the door." Stam replied.

Georgiana took out her wand, which she hid in a wheat ear bracelet on her wrist, but did not point it at Stum.

"I want to communicate with you in a civilized way. Let me ask the question again. Why didn't you stay outside the bedroom the night Margaret screamed?"

"You can try it." Stam said without compromise.

Georgiana turned her wand on him.

"Legiliency." She chanted the spell, and then rummaged through his memory. It was a very fresh memory, and many details were still preserved. , I heard the voice inside, to be precise, it was the voice of Georgiana reading the travel book.

She receded from Stam's memory.

"You heard..."

"You didn't think it was a secret, that's why you didn't keep it secret, did you?" Stam said.

Georgiana was a little restless.

"I just can't take it anymore," Stam continued. "I'll be back when you're all asleep."

Georgiana recalled what she saw just now. Stam was chatting with other servants while warming up the fire. It seemed that Anbar was not among the group.

"Where was Anbar that night?"

"Although the master doesn't have as many servants as Pasha, I don't care about everyone's whereabouts," Stam said.

Seemingly there was nothing left to ask, Georgiana hesitated whether to expunge his memory.

"Does Anbar hate Bonaparte?" asked Caroline Lestrange suddenly, "because he invaded Egypt."

"We don't have as many rules as you." Stam looked at Caroline and said, "At least I don't hate Master."

"Are you going to be guarding the door tonight?" asked Georgiana.

Stam didn't answer.

"You go down," Georgiana said, and Stam bowed to her and left.

"How is he sick?" Georgiana asked after Stam left.

"His temper is really bad. He not only refuses to take medicine, but also scolds the doctor." Caroline said leisurely while sitting on the sofa, "It's like a child who refuses to take medicine and is a fool. What do you like about him?"

"I've taken care of a lot of children who cheated." Georgiana smiled wryly, and sat down opposite her. "If you can swear, it means you're in good spirits."

Carolan shook his head, "The king is not as uneducated as he is."

Georgiana recalled those kings in the Middle Ages, shaking her head with a wry smile.

"You've changed a lot," said Caroline. "You're not the same person you were when I first met you."

"What did you see me at first?" Georgiana asked.

Caroline didn't speak.

Georgiana recalled the first time she saw Rabastan, and she was still a little uneasy, worried that he would take her as prey.

Then she glanced at the "Fire Opal" ring on her hand, it was the phoenix that it conjured up that silenced the quarreling paintings on the wall and the quarreling people at the table.

It was once said that Napoleon had refreshed the mental outlook of Italian men, but she thought it was an exaggeration.

Would Severus recognize her if he came looking for her again?

She remembered the last trip to Ireland, when he wrapped her in the cloak in the tavern, even though it was summer, she still felt very happy.

There is still a big difference between being a person who has to support himself and someone who relies on others. If the dwarf is not sick, she would like to rely on him now.

"I'm very tired," said Georgiana wearily. "Call me in two hours."

"Are you following his example?" Caroline asked.

"I'll have plenty of time to sleep in the future, and now it's a special situation." Georgiana stood up, "Be more vigilant."

"Yes, ma'am," said Coraline lazily.

"Do you have a Pensieve?" Georgiana asked.

"What do you want that for?"

"When my thoughts are disturbed, I need to use it to tidy up." Then she went back to the bedroom, and after removing the makeup on her face, she fell asleep without changing her clothes.

She was in such a deep sleep that she might have been awakened two hours later, but not by Coraline, but by Napoleon in the mask.

His illness seemed to be cured, and he took her hand to the Hall of the Goddess of Victory. When passing by the Venus Gallery, the walls were covered with paintings, including Rembrandt's and Da Vinci's. There was no one else in the hall, just the two of them, and he led her into a waltz.

She felt very unreal, thought it was a dream, and then she really woke up, she was still in the luxurious bedroom, no, it should be called the bedroom, alone.

All this was the last thing she wanted. She remembered that the northern farmer's house was like a ruin, and it was very comfortable after tidying up. She wanted to sit in the rocking chair and warm up by the fire, with her head on his shoulder.

"I will not be like Queen Catherine." She looked at herself standing on the head of the bed and said, "I will be like Queen Elizabeth."

Standing on the head of the bed, she smiled, "I'll see how long you can last."

"You will know." She said resolutely, and then she stood at the head of the bed and opened the door of the bedroom and walked out.

She was really alone in the bedroom now.

Georgiana glanced at the head of the bed, where there was the bird song box that Gregoire gave her. She reached out and took the box over, and opened it, and the pleasant bird song sounded from inside, as if it came from heaven.