Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2319 Petermnnchen (1)

Although the dragon in Gringotts underground was chained up, it looked pitiful, but once it was freed, it was hard to say whether it would take revenge after returning to its full power, or attack the lonely wizard.

Hogwarts motto, Never Disturb the Sleeping Dragon.

Shh, if you see a sleeping dragon, don't wake it up, walk past it carefully, don't make any noise, or...

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"Clang clang clang"

The bell tower of the church struck twelve.

The magic show was performed at night. In order to imitate the environment at that time, all the windows in the room were covered with black cloth, which made her feel like she was in the Slytherin cellar.

They put down their experiments without Georgiana's reminder, unlike someone who was so obsessed with research that he forgot to eat and sleep, he needed her to remind him to remember to eat, or leave the cellar occasionally to watch Quidditch and bask in the sun.

They left the fabric hall while discussing the experiment just now. When they left the dark room, the sunlight outside was dazzling, and it took her eyes a while to adapt.

Maybe the parliament has also adjourned, and the squares and restaurants are full of people. It is not easy to find a place to sit and eat at this time.

"I know there's a nice little café, especially at this time," Farron said, "if you don't mind."

"Why should I mind?" Georgiana asked curiously.

No one spoke.

"Oh." She suddenly understood.

Since Josephine liked to eat in expensive restaurants, they assumed she did too.

"How about this, I'm cooking today, and the vegetable market is opposite to where I live." Georgiana said enthusiastically.

They glanced at each other, but Georgiana went away on her own.

On the way, they passed the city theater, and there were posters posted outside. The magic trick to be performed tonight had been revealed in the 20th century. It seemed that the female assistant in the box was sawed in half, but in fact there were two people in the box.

Maybe Angslang's performance was not so magical, but some tricks were used, but Farrong and the others didn't think of it and racked their brains.

She bought some vegetables in the vegetable market, and the vendors in the vegetable market made a fuss again. She found that Belgians have a good selection, but the price is a bit expensive, probably because of the famine in neighboring France. Because she was in a hurry, she didn't choose carefully, so she bought some lamb chops, asparagus, and potatoes and went back to her residence.

There were cooks in the palace, and they helped Georgiana, and soon dinner was ready.

Edgeworth left after lunch, and he had other work in the afternoon-screening out Georgiana's guests who wanted to see her. Fresnel was still thinking about his experiment, and Gregoire followed him, leaving Faron alone in the end.

"I want to see the document you signed." After everyone left, Faron said seriously.

Georgiana didn't know why.

"The president of Peruzzi Bank asked you to sign something two days ago, right?" Farron asked.

"Yes, Bonaparte has put me in charge of the Belgian estates in his stead."

"What's included?" Faron asked.

"A castle near Brussels."

"anything else?"

"Why do you ask that?" Georgiana asked alertly.

Farrong sighed, and said after a while, "I want to tell you that the premise of establishing this industrial bank is that the head of state is also one of the partners. You know the difference between a partnership and a share."

"Know."

"The Agong doesn't like credit. He has always believed that debt will bind the country and the people and make them puppets of the bankers. He has declared that no one can use loans to pay current expenditures unless the government agrees."

Georgiana didn't understand.

"This means that the French bank can only absorb deposits and cannot lend abroad. If it also uses this method in the Netherlands and Belgium, do you know how many foreign companies the Dutch bank lends to?"

She was so scared that she slapped one.

"Take out the document you signed," Farron said.

She immediately called Fei Lier and brought the document she signed.

Like the Leprechaun suggested: "Don't sign anything," she was thinking a little longer.

Napoleon didn't want to be tied down by bankers, but they still needed loans for military expenses. When he crossed the Alps for the second time, he carried a debt of 30 million francs, and then repaid the debt by asking for war taxes from the local area. Milan alone took on 20 million francs. franc.

If you add the amount paid by other cities, and art and other things, then he has made a lot of money.

In history, Napoleon forced the Belgians to buy expensive French goods to achieve the purpose of absorbing funds. Now it is more convenient to have a bank, and you can directly take away all the gold and silver in the bank vault, unless the depositors are in other banks or in their own There is a safe deposit box at home.

The depositor's money in the bank disappears and the bank is responsible. The disadvantage of the partnership bank is that all partners have to use their property to pay off the debt. When Napoleon was also a partner, he didn't dare to do that. Perhaps the Dutch bankers also expected this and thought that this contract could restrain him. However, he can transfer the assets to Georgiana, which is why Farron wants to see the file.

He has nothing to do with the proceeds of this asset after the transfer, nor does he have anything to do with the debt. This document was signed in secret. Only the president of Peruzzi Bank and Edgeworth were present. Now it may be added. Last Farron.

Just when Feilier handed over the document and Faron reached out to take it, Georgiana took the document away.

The last time she signed this document, she was overwhelmed by the "big handwriting". She will not make the same mistake again.

"Thank you for your reminder. I will consult you if I have any questions." Georgiana said to Faron, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Farron looked at her.

"You can trust me, ma'am," Farron said. "The Queen also trusts me."

It's a pity that Marie Antoinette died, otherwise his words would be more convincing.

Georgiana smiled miserably. If it was what she thought, she would have to die, and the remaining debts would be borne by the Belgians and the Dutch.

Who is going to marry such a "smart" man? No wonder Josephine said to him without fear, "No one will love you but me".

Ever since he told her that she was going to follow her on the next state visit, she felt like she was dreaming, or in other words, she defined herself as an "intern".

She ruined her marriage, life, and almost ruined her reputation. She has been isolated from the outside world, so she doesn't know many things, including what Farron said, and the canonization in St. Lumaid Church. Those who know after the knight's ceremony.

Why are you so conspiring against her? Is it because she is British? She felt a bone-piercing cold, as if her whole body was cold.

"May I ask, why did you choose St. Catherine as the saint of the Knights?" Farron asked suddenly.

It's like talking nonsense, but also like it's intentional.

"Who told you?" Georgiana asked.

"Edgworth," Farron said, "he would like to know too."

She remembered that this was the last question the Archbishop asked when Edgeworth and Grégoire left the Archbishop's office.

But is that what the Irish MP really wants to know? He is still on that document?

"Because Arenberg's family cemetery is in St. Catherine's Church." Georgiana said, "It is the Capuchin Knights who guard that church."

In the past, the saints who were made into mummies by the Capuchins and placed on the wall are now "sinners", and the cloak full of crimes is called the "San Benito" cloak, which originally represented The cloak of atonement through asceticism was later used as a sign of whether the prisoner accepted the fire.

These cloaks will become a permanent memorial of the shame of prisoners, hung on the walls as trophies by the Inquisition, and the bodies of prisoners have either been charred by flames or buried after hanging, and do not need to be made into specimens and covered with The archbishop felt that Georgiana would be unkind in doing so.

"If it were you, what would you like to write on your epitaph?" the archbishop asked her.

Now that she has figured it out, she feels that "If anyone passes by, please remember that there is an idiot lying here" is more suitable for her than Erasmus' wise words.

"Muggle vulnerable"? Only a fool would think that, no wonder Brutus Malfoy was the ancestor of Peacock.