Harry Potter Morning Light

Vellem eam mihi liberatem fata sinerent natura quant contulit.

I wish that fate would set me free, as nature has set me free.

But if one day, you really get freedom, when you walk alone in the desert, do you still want that kind of freedom?

Georgiana put down the travel book, and after Wanning's engagement ceremony, Nick and Cao Xi left BJ together and set foot on the westbound road. The difference is that Cao Xi was exiled there, while Nick obeyed He agreed with the imam to continue searching for that mysterious race.

The ending of the story was a bit unexpected. Georgiana thought that Wanning would definitely choose one of them, and the two of them would compete.

There is not much useful information that book can provide Georgiana, unless she gets Nick's book written in Turkish by a Macedonian, and the gardener in Tabriz is written in the book. It seems that he is not a bad person. He rescued a Shia girl and let her live in the garden he arranged.

Many people will arrange the garden of the castle into a labyrinth. Coupled with the talents of the Yin people who are good at taking care of plants and animals, they are natural gardeners.

After putting down the book, she turned her attention to the map of Bruges next to it, which Philier found from the library just now. It was drawn in the 16th century. The name of the main canal.

The canals of Venice are not complicated, but the dense houses are like a labyrinth, and the canals of Bruges are not like cobwebs, but there is an elusive secret here. The bottle of Henry of Alsace from the cross Is the holy blood brought back from the Eastern Expedition real?

Louis IX bought Constantinople’s sacred crown of thorns with money from the treasury. This thing is easy to forge. It is made of thorns that the Romans picked up on the side of the road. It is different from ordinary crowns. It was spiked, so it was most likely stained with holy blood.

There is also the iron crown, which is not inlaid with gems, but a nail in the middle. It is said that it was taken from the cross of Jesus' crucifixion. It's much smaller than a normal head, not to mention Napoleon's big head. To fit Cinderella's glass slipper, her sisters cut their feet, and they can't cut their heads into the right shape to fit the Iron Crown.

It is easy for people to fall into such a misunderstanding and rack their brains to find a suitable explanation. Although it is logically reasonable, they still cannot jump out of a framework.

Georgiana also wanted to avoid entering into similar misunderstandings. The holy water of Catholicism is simply water with salt added. Salt represents divinity and purity, and can be used to bless scriptures and exorcise demons. If Albus knew that she used holy water against "demons", he would suspect that he had failed his education. But sea water is salt water to some extent, red sea water, blue blood, this is incredible, but there are many "blue blood people", they are named after the blue blood vessels that are clearly visible under the skin.

When a person is injured and bleeds red, the blood bleeds blue when he is dreaming.

The most important thing that can be used to perform witchcraft is "blue blood". The bill in question has been taken away. From the point of view of Bonaparte Muggle, it is best to leave the curse with it. He seems Forget how much hidden danger it will bring to Paris.

In 1750, there was a child kidnapping case, the police and citizens did not trust each other, and the police chief was even beaten to death because of this.

She shook her head helplessly, but she wanted to find a place like Rehe for isolation, because fear sometimes spread like the plague, and it was undoubtedly bad to have such a situation in a densely populated capital.

There was a knock on the door.

Georgiana raised her head, and Matilda, who was standing at the door, opened the door. It was Leila du Renard and Rose Bertin. Bertin looked at Georgiana as soon as he entered the suite.

"What do you want to say?" Georgiana asked with a smile.

"You haven't changed your clothes." Bertin said in disbelief.

"If I want to change at this time, I will wear pajamas." She said lightly, "I have a question for you. How much do you know about Pierre-Auguste de Calabasas?"

"You mean the Earl of Mons. What do you ask him for?"

Because he seems to want to curse you.

"Just tell me what you know," Georgiana said. "Tea or coffee?"

"It's so late, I'm afraid I won't be able to fall asleep if I drink it." Bertin sat down on the chair opposite Georgiana. "Do you know about vampires?"

"I've heard about it." Georgiana kept smiling, "Do you think this earl is a vampire?"

"He made the girls believe that he was," Bertin said angrily. "They were either scared off by him or charmed by him."

"He's handsome?"

"If you don't look good, no matter how gorgeous you are dressed..." Bertin coughed and swallowed the words he almost said, "He has a wine estate in Languedoc, and he also likes to keep scorpions as pets." .”

Georgiana imagined the "bloods" in the movie.

"Well, how did you get him for it?" asked Georgiana.

"I asked him to mortgage the winery to me, but of course he refused. Do you know Mrs. Barack? His ancestors were once her knights."

"You mean Mrs. Barak of Carcassonne? The one whose husband was killed by Charlemagne and then surrendered to Charlemagne?"

"The Tolancaville family is the protector and promoter of literature. At that time, she recruited the most famous bards. The Earl of Mons was once a famous poet in Paris." Mrs. Bertin shook her head, "Who knows what will happen later? thing."

Georgiana was silent.

"After the riots started in Paris, he went back to the fief, and then the townspeople came to besiege him, so he went to Spain, and I heard he almost became the lover of a certain duchess."

"Oh..." said Georgiana dryly.

"He needed a gown for the ball and I provided it to him, but he didn't make it, he asked me to give him some time, I said yes, so I went to England, and then the girls approached him."

"Has his charm not worked for you?" asked Georgiana.

"If I were twenty years younger, but for me now, money is the most handsome." Bertin smiled wryly.

Georgiana looked at Bertin. According to the age of human women, she should look similar to Bertin at the moment, with wrinkles on her face. This is the case of Bertin's careful maintenance. If it is a female miner in Scotland, it is That's another matter.

There were not many female miners, and there were no women going down the mine in custom, but they would carry the ore out of the mine, and they were all black from head to toe.

The equipment is expensive, and they are much cheaper by comparison, which may be a Scottish specialty.

"Have you ever been to England?" asked Georgiana.

"Of course I have, but at that time the regent hadn't gained weight yet, he was still a very handsome young man." Bertin said with emotion, "His clothes are much more fashionable than yours."

"I just didn't change my dress all night," Georgiana protested.

"I've looked at your wardrobe, and you haven't given it much thought, have you?" Bertin said.

"I think Madam's dress is beautiful." Matilda continued.

Bertin was about to speak.

"I'll talk about clothes and fashion tomorrow. You also know Earl Mons..."

"Don't call him that, you can call him Mr. Carabas." Bertin said flatly.

"He's back home?" asked Georgiana.

"That's how I heard it, but I haven't seen him in Paris yet."

Georgiana wondered what question she hadn't asked.

"Do you know about the wedding of the Prince of Wales?" Bertin went on, "He found a priest from the prison of debt, and married Mrs. Fitzherbert for him and Mrs. Fitzherbert. There are some things that God can't do, but debt can. .”

Georgiana laughed.

"I know there's been a lot of affairs and negative press about the Prince Regent, at least when he loves those women, he gives them all."

"Are you speaking well of a dandy?" Georgiana asked.

"He is a generous customer." Bertin answered very "honestly" "I saw him wearing a portrait of Maria to show off everywhere. If you love someone, you don't hide the other person, but like him, you want to show off." announced to the world."

"What do you mean?" Georgiana asked.

"I saw another fool here." Bertin stood up. "Why don't you go see him?"

"He is sick……"

"I need you the most when I'm sick. A doctor can only treat his physical illness, not his heart." Bertin interrupted her again, "Or do you not care about him at all?"

Georgiana didn't know what to say.

"Poor little thing." Bertin said sympathetically, then turned and left.

After she went out, Matilda didn't close the door, and kept looking straight at Georgiana.

"What are you trying to say?" she said dryly.

"She's right, ma'am," Matilda exclaimed. "You should go and see the First Consul."

"It's so late, he must be asleep."

"That doesn't prevent you from visiting him," said Matilda, "or do you not care about him at all?"

"You say that like I'm a bad woman!"

"Aren't you?" Matilda said fiercely, her expression was very similar to those female students in Catholic high schools.

So she stood up and took two steps.

"You don't change your clothes?" Matilda asked again.

It's so late at night, is it necessary for her to dress up for a sleeping person?

But she still swallowed her anger and went back to the bedroom to change her clothes, and left the bedroom under the cover of darkness.