Harry Potter Morning Light

There is a German lullaby that goes like this:

Sol ich disen sumer lanc, bekumbert sn mit kinden, s waer ich vil liebert tt, if I have to watch this kid all summer, I'd rather die,

des ist mir mn fride kranc, sol ich niht zen linden, reigendirre nt. owêdirrent! That thought pains me, I can't go to the linden tree, dance, or do anything more exciting,

Wigen wagen, gugen gagen, wenne wil ez tagen? Shake, shake, shake, ah, when will it be light?

The vast majority of girls become mothers at a very young age, and they have a lot of playfulness, so of course they can't stop and watch their children.

When Georgiana returned to the venue, great changes took place here. In the greenhouse, there were many inflatable balloons with animal images floating in the air, and trapeze people dressed as birds were performing. On the ground, there were three robots performing. These three robots One was a Spanish flute player, one was playing the glass organ, and one was playing the trumpet, and people were crowding around to watch.

Some people simply played the game of "hide and seek". The person in charge of being a "ghost" covered his eyes with a cloth to catch those who were hiding behind the flowers and bushes.

As always, the men had to find a corner to smoke and discuss business, and the women gathered to chat, but neither Goulding nor Chiara disappeared.

Yeah, spy, why didn't she think of that?

Georgiana was a little frustrated and thought, fortunately, she didn't have any important information, so she didn't blurt it out in a fit of anger. Last time she handed over the information about Santo Domingo to Sir Merry, there was a lot of trouble. In Ba's eyes, a diplomat was an official spy, even though Sir Merry wasn't here this time.

However……

She looked at the Austrian envoy Metternich who was slowly walking towards this side. Would Bonaparte divorce Josephine for an Austrian princess who could have children?

minne, minne, traute minne, Minne, sweet sweet little thing,

swz, ich wil dich wagen. quietly I will shake you,

Wigen wagen, gugen gagen, wenne wil ez tagen? Shake, shake, shaken, when will it be dawn?

minne, minne, traute minne, Minne, dear, sweet little thing,

swz, ich wil dich wagen. quietly I will shake you,

Amme, nim daz kindeln, daz ez niht enweine, alse liep als ich dir s. nanny picks up this baby and he stops crying, he loves me from his heart,

ringe mir die swaere mn, du maht mich aleine, mner sorgen fr. sorgen machen fr. So be quiet, sorrow is mine, he alone can set me free from the sorrow of love,

Wigen wagen, gugen gagen, wenne wil ez tagen? Shake, shake, shaken, when will it be dawn?

She couldn't imagine what it would be like for a little girl to watch her nurse "send her siblings to heaven", and it was even more difficult to imagine that Chiara still maintained a lively personality. Maybe Chiara said this to Bonaparte in order to get his sympathy, but isn't what happened to her terrible? The nanny was supposed to be a trustworthy person. She couldn't help but think of herself, and she once felt that Theodora did the right thing by burying her young daughter.

Theodora sent her daughter back to "Heaven" as a baby before she felt the suffering in the world, but the baby girl may also be wandering in Limbo Hell.

There are actually two Limbo Hells, one is dedicated to those unbaptized babies, and the other is a place where saints are imprisoned.

Only a few people can escape purgatory, and these people must have enough virtue, and it is the virtues cultivated by these people that constitute the "merit treasury". Satisfaction for crime and punishment.

"What's the matter with you?" Metternich asked, looking at Georgiana.

Bonaparte also looked at her.

She looked at him, her mood was very complicated, she felt guilty for her actions, but also felt that Chiara deserved it, as if there was an angel and a devil arguing in her mind.

"Maybe I'm not used to the water quality here." Bonaparte said politely.

"I heard that Madam only drinks luxury brand soda water. Didn't General Lana prepare it for her?" Metternich asked.

"You can't cook with soda water," Georgiana said immediately.

"Don't you feel satisfied with the food in Antwerp?" Metternich asked.

"I prefer home cooking, even though it's called a 'food desert'."

"Oh, people also think that there are only sausages in Germany." Metternich laughed. "But we have more than just sausages."

"I know, and beer and pork knuckles," said Georgiana dryly.

"You've been to the Mont-Blanc, and that's what you ate there?" Metternich said incredulously.

Georgiana didn't know how to interface.

Come to think of it, that place is near Switzerland and Valais, how could she talk about this with an Austrian envoy?

"The Alps are indeed beautiful, but I personally think the minerals in Silesia are more valuable." Bonaparte said suddenly, "How is the quality of the steel on that side?"

Metternich was visibly taken aback.

Silesia, the land acquired by Frederick the Great after his victory in the Austrian War of the Throne in 1742, is a center of coal, steel and chemical and mechanical manufacturing. Not to mention Metternich, Georgiana has no idea what is happening now.

"Adam Smith believed that free competition in the market not only guides people to realize their personal interests, but also increases the wealth of the country, and can realize the effective operation of the internal mechanism of society."

"It's not just Silesia, there are also ironworks in other provinces in Austria." Metternich sighed, "Our country has no intention of taking back Silesia for the time being."

"Do you know why I suddenly want to play the flute?" Bonaparte looked at Georgiana with a smile. Voltaire was invited to visit."

"How about having Goethe come to France?" Georgiana immediately said to Metternich.

"This requires the consent of Mr. Goethe." Metternich said with a smile.

"I don't like the ending of Young Werther," said Bonaparte. "A story with a bad ending is not as good as a story with no ending."

"Do you think so too?" Metternich asked Georgiana.

She looked at Bonaparte, and he at the crowd not far away.

"Incompleteness is also a kind of beauty. It leaves room for infinite imagination and thinking, just like Venus with a broken arm..."

"What is Venus Broken Arm?" Metternich asked.

Only then did Georgiana recall, hasn't the sculpture of Venus been discovered yet?

"It's like a broken body," Bonaparte said. "Michelangelo was inspired by it and created more masterpieces."

"However, Michelangelo's female sculptures are also muscular, without soft lines."

"You are wrong. Michelangelo's sculptures of Maria in Rome and Bruges are very soft and beautiful. His female sculptures express the power of life."

Georgiana made a distinction, as if the conversation was beginning to move in a safe direction.

"It takes a strong life to conquer the Alps."

"For the sake of long-term peace, we have given up Italy. What else do you want from us? Or do you want to disturb our political situation?" Metternich said with a cold face.

"Calm has finally arrived, but it's not enough. Please don't see me as an evil schemer wearing a false mask. I have proved my efforts for peace, but I have to admit that in terms of playing and music I lack talent, and no matter how hard I try, I will never become everyone, but I still understand a truth, the world needs a tone, and we all need to play our instruments according to this tone, otherwise we will play our own way, and we will finally gather together What comes together is not beautiful music, but noise."

"What kind of music would you like to hear?" Metternich asked.

"Anyway, it's not the noise I heard just now. I don't want the peace to be destroyed by these meddling people."

Metternich smiled strangely, and Georgiana knew it, and then she found an excuse to leave.

She called Figl over and told her to warn the tongue-twisters, whether by actually pulling their collars and hair or in other ways, and tell them to shut up.

The French talk about etiquette and propriety, at least she will not "if you are disobedient, I will kill you" like someone.

Otherwise, what else was the purpose of the Bruma coup soldiers entering the parliament with bayonets?

As long as Figel doesn't have that kind of "chivalry" and feels that she is a bully, it's fine. Many people secretly laugh at her ugly muscles.