Harry Potter Morning Light

The climate in the greenhouse is warm, and there will always be some bees, butterflies and so on flying around. The beauty of those tropical plants is not just for people to admire. Their purpose is to attract bees and butterflies, and let them collect honey and spread pollen.

Although Georgiana did not have as powerful a "helping group" as Josephine, it was still easy to gather information on the beauty who spoke to Napoleon just now. Her name is Chiara Robinson, and she is of mixed English and Italian. She grew up in Florence. She has a lively personality, doesn't speak English very fluently, and has a strong Italian accent. Almost all the noble men in London bow down here. Under the skirt of an exotic beauty.

This time when Napoleon came to Antwerp, many British people also came. They missed the celebration banquet to celebrate the signing of the "Amiens Peace Treaty", and it was more troublesome to go to France. Compared with it, it was much more convenient to go to the Netherlands.

Chiara is not only beautiful, but also has a sweet singing voice. She can also play the flute, harp, harpsichord and piano. Doesn’t Bonaparte play the bard with a flute for decoration? She taught him to play the flute, in order to "not affect" the performances of real artists, so they found a remote place, and they happened to be bumped into by Georgiana who "vaccinated people".

Mrs. Emma Hamilton was painted as a model, while Chiara was an artist herself. She showed her artistic talent very early and studied painting under the tutelage of the Florentine painter John Zoffani. Commissioned by Pope III to paint the Octagonal Room of the Uffizi Gallery in Florence.

The seemingly perfect Chiara has an unfortunate family. Her father went bankrupt and was later taken in by his friends. This friend is an antique dealer, well-fed in London society, and a close friend of Mrs. Devonshire. If you remove her glamorous appearance and female identity, which combines Italian sexiness and British wisdom, she is indeed a very creative painter. The shadows and light are handled very well, very Florentine.

In addition, she also participated in a sculpture, which is a strong man wearing a cloak. He has a very tough shape, like a rock weathered in the wind. He looks in one direction with deep eyes and holds a harpoon in his hand. .

Georgiana thought it was Poseidon at first, but after listening to the introduction of the intermediary, she realized that it was the Roman soldier who cut off the giant's hand, and then she was not interested in this sculpture.

As Miranda said, should flowers be used for the spring theme? Compared with sculptures, Chiara's paintings are more interesting. She painted the sea monster Scylla. This terrifying monster has a protective color like an octopus. The rock wall that usually hibernates with her turns into a cliff. Chiara is here The painting is of the chalk cliffs of the Strait of Dover, and a ship is sailing in that direction ignorantly. Compared with the ship, Scylla is extremely huge, like a giant beast.

When Behemoth jumps into the water, he becomes a Leviathan.

Jealousy is a woman's nature. After regaining her composure, Georgiana couldn't help sighing that it's really hard to be a female painter. If Chiara wanted to rely on her talent instead of being recognized by her appearance, she would also teach Bonaparte to play the flute, but Georgiana might not have such a big reaction if she were replaced by a male painter, and Chiara would lose a lot of opportunities.

The same is true for Scylla. She was originally a beautiful narcissus. One day she fell in love with a handsome fisherman while walking by the water. However, Scylla did not like him and avoided his pursuit. Fortunately, the fisherman was just a Mortals, she doesn't have to turn into a laurel tree like Daphne to avoid Apollo's pursuit.

The fisherman expressed his love to the witch Circe and asked her for help. Unexpectedly, Circe fell in love with the fisherman because of the love story, but the fisherman did not accept her love, so Circe sent The grievances were all attributed to Scylla, so she threw a potion into the water when Scylla was taking a bath, turning her lower body into a terrifying monster.

She felt a kind of fatigue after the extreme anger, and it happened that the musician in the greenhouse was playing a medieval ditty on the harp, so she found a pavilion, (yes, there is a pavilion in this greenhouse!) She found a place to lie down in that gazebo.

Halfway through her sleep, she suddenly heard birds chirping. It seemed that after the bees and butterflies, there were other species calling for spring in this winter palace.

She opened her eyes, and found that it was Fleur Delacour, she was wearing a white gauze dress, it was as light as fog, and then Fleur pulled her up, and then she found several beauties waiting outside the pavilion Looking at her, they were dressed in aqua, white, green and other colors of gauze, and when she joined, they began to dance.

At first Georgiana couldn't keep up, but then she found the movement was easy, so she jumped along.

"There are also sea gods in Norse mythology."

She turned her head and saw an old man with white beard and hair, whom she thought was Albus at first.

"He married his elder sister Lan and gave birth to nine daughters."

Georgiana froze for a moment, and found that there were exactly ten people dancing in a circle, including herself.

"They don't belong to the frost giants, nor do they belong to the gods. They are a neutral race older than the frost giants." The old man said in an old voice, "The key is that they are neutral. They will use the crucible to make wine and entertain the giants to the banquet." .”

She wants to break free from this "ring", and wherever Veela dances brings misfortune.

But it is not so easy to stop, now she understands why the human beings who join this ring will be exhausted, and the ghost is tireless.

She felt very tired and wanted to open her eyes, but when she did, she found that someone was watching her not far away.

When she looked carefully, she found that an artist was sketching for her. He was so focused on drawing that he didn't notice that she was awake.

She remained as still as a competent model, quietly watching him paint.

There seemed to be a real bird in the greenhouse, and she did hear its clear and crisp cry.

She somehow remembered that time in the atrium outside the Presidential Suite at the W Hotel, when Severus sang her a song that seemed to be about sailors.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be, Who love a jolly sailor bold, that ploughs the raging sea.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold, There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.

The painter stopped his brush and looked up at her.

"Do you know what the song I sang just now meant?" she asked in French.

"Yes." The young artist replied in English, "I understand."

"Have I seen you somewhere?" asked Georgiana.

"We met, in the Louvre."

When he said that, she seemed to have a little impression.

"Georgiana!"

Before she could figure it out, she heard Bonaparte's cry.

She followed his voice and found him looking at her sullenly.

"I must go," she said.

"If you need help," said the young painter as she got up, "I can help you."

Georgiana watched him for a moment, then turned away.

When she walked out of the gazebo, she didn't find Fu Rong and the other fairies. It seemed that the afternoon dream dissipated like winter fog after sunrise.

She left the dream, and the young man, and went to Bonaparte.

He looked like he was going to get angry, but he didn't say anything, turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back.

If he took a rope and tied the rope to her hands, he would look like a slave owner leading a slave girl.

She stuck her tongue out at his back.