Harry Potter Morning Light

The color of dawn changed from cold and cold before daylight to rose red.

Georgiana looked at the scenery outside the window. Before the "Amiens Peace Treaty" was signed, there was a kidnapping case, when the Pope's envoy Caprara was kidnapped by a group of people. These people were not robbers, nor did they ask for ransom, but hoped that he could bring news to the Pope, hoping that the church would continue to support their armed activities in the west.

To a certain extent, the church and the royal power are in a relationship of mutual help. However, they have not figured out one thing. To continue to support them is to continue to fight the civil war.

Not everyone in the royalist party is like this. For example, the Orleans faction is relatively moderate. Mrs. Jean Sley belongs to this faction. The "Orthodox faction" is roughly divided into three factions. Hope to restore the monarchy through the legal means of referendum, the other is the parliamentary faction, the leader Berrier is good at eloquence, he believes that the monarchy should be restored through parliament, win the support of the majority through elections, and the other is these secrets The planners of the action, they not only want to bring back the iris coat of arms symbolizing the royal family to Paris, but also restore the absolute monarchy.

"What are you thinking?"

"Thinking of Peter Corbel, the printer of Reuven," she said insincerely, "who was executed in 1799 for printing material denouncing the tyranny of the French."

Bonaparte didn't make a sound, probably because he was in a better mood now, and talking about this topic was not as angry as before. She was really afraid that he would issue an order to arrest the workers involved in printing those newspapers, which would finally inflame the public mood.

"You are different from those people, this is a new beginning, don't ruin it." She said wearily.

"Is he really a coward?" said Bonaparte provocatively.

of course not.

She rolled her eyes, but at that time she wanted to make him happy. Men are most jealous of women saying this, and the more he says this, the more he wants to prove his "bravery", even if this "woman" is Bellatrix.

At this time, the sound of the harp and the humming of a woman came from downstairs, which sounded very beautiful.

This reminded her of Josephine, a French woman who could play the harp. In the comments in the newspaper, the most conspicuous thing besides the "monster" is "foreigner". This is also one of the "side effects" brought about by Bonaparte taking Georgiana instead of Josephine.

Groups are like this, either completely accept it or completely reject it. Rapp just ignored her just now, maybe because she is an English woman.

There are many royalists in England, not only the relatively moderate Duke of Orleans, but also the group who may have planned Xueyue's assassination. Rapp was also in the carriage at the time.

She had been worried since the day of departure, but most of them were false alarms. If it hadn't been for Augereau this time, they might have been turned into pieces together with the bell tower of St. Lumodie Church.

However, when one plan fails, there is a new plan, just like Bonaparte was still the thin foreigner who was bullied by them in the military academy.

"Don't harm civilians." Georgiana lifted the quilt and sat up. "Do you still remember Lu Bran?"

"Who's that guy?" he said in a flippant, arrogant tone.

"A doctor, during the Great Revolution, he invented an industrial soda production method, and I want to introduce it to Belgium." Georgiana said while getting dressed, "His factory was confiscated, and it is said that he is now very poor. I have sent someone Went to the shelter to find him."

He reached out, grabbed her arm, and let her lie back on the bed.

"Don't wear clothes." He seemed to be drunk, and said deliriously, "I want to continue to enjoy the beauty."

She didn't care whether he was possessed by an Italian or a Frenchman, anyway, she patted his forehead with her hand to make him more conscious.

"Get up, Leon, there are many people waiting for you!"

He hangs on like his IQ has degenerated, or...

The terrible word became even more terrible when it was stuck to him, so that she dared not say it, but Georgiana, as the older party, chose to pamper him, and it took about ten minutes for him to regain consciousness , get up without nostalgia.

She shook her head towards his back, got up from the other end and continued to dress.

It may be that the days of being pampered are too many, Bonaparte's back is getting thicker and thicker, which reminds her of Severus' "back view" under the moonlight, she can see his well-articulated spine, and it looks even a little bony.

She chose to be tolerant to Bonaparte, but she was very strict with him. Naxisha said that she knew something was wrong when she saw that it was Peter Pedirou who opened the door for her. It was quite a big scene in Fendor, and at that time Severus had already "connected" with Lucius.

If he really couldn't forget Lily, or, as Harry Potter said, loved her, then Pete Pedilou would not be alive.

Memory can be falsified. Harry even used Felicia in order to obtain the real Slughorn's memory of the Horcrux. Why didn't he think that the double agent might also deceive him?

Yet Severus' Patronus was a stag, just like Lily's.

He also lied to her, telling her that the Patronus Charm is water magic, and that the Patronus can be anything he wants.

At that time, he already had a social status and a satisfactory job, but because of a soft heart, he agreed to the old fool to act with him. At that time, the curse in the old fool's hands had already spread, and there was no cure. increase pain. The old fool wanted to use his few days of life in exchange for greater benefits, so that Voldemort could trust Severus again, the double agent who once betrayed him.

It's like euthanasia for a cancer patient, allowing him to "leave" with dignity and dignity, but if the legal process is not followed, the doctor's license will be revoked.

After the war, they lived in seclusion on a northern farm. It was a house that was almost in ruins. They gradually packed it up and made it comfortable, and no one disturbed their lives.

If they were just ordinary people, they could continue to live, even if he still thought of Lily in his heart.

As Erasmus wrote in Praise of Fools, knowing too much is a distraction from joy. She used to think that if Albus and Grindelwald could let go of their ambitions, dreams, talents, and live like ordinary couples, they would be happy. It’s actually not accurate to say that. It should be said that it is suitable for them to live while exploring and experimenting like Lavoisier, Curie, and Nicholas.

Talent should not be wasted, they should not bury themselves.

Napoleon was talented in mathematics and geometry. He did not rely on power and flattery to become a French academician, but he became less dazzling under the aura of "God of War".

If one day, he still cannot get rid of the fate of a prisoner, she hopes that he can concentrate on research in this field on that isolated island, and she will assist him. As for whether his discovery can bring about earth-shaking changes like Newton's, it depends on him.

"How did you think of him?" asked Bonaparte suddenly.

"What?" she asked dazedly.

"Lubran."

"On the way to Dieppe, I heard from the country people." Georgiana stood up and straightened the wrinkles on her clothes. "His method of making soda requires a lot of salt, and many saltworks are supplying those chemical factories. "

Then she noticed that he was fumblingly buttoning her gorgeous and cumbersome coat, so she went around the head of the bed to help him button it.

He stood like a stake, Georgiana touched the gorgeous embroidery on his clothes, and asked on a whim, "Would you like to paint a portrait wearing the uniform of the French Academician?"

"What?"

"Would you like to paint a portrait in the uniform of a French academician?"

"you want?"

She found that she was not on the same "frequency" as his thinking.

"Okay." She buttoned the last button, and just about to take half a step back to admire her "masterpiece", but he stopped her waist and hugged her tightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Feel the 'nightmare'." He said vaguely, "it's actually not bad to close your eyes."

"I read a manuscript in Venice where a couple were martyred, the husband had his eyes gouged out, the wife was tied to a crooked tree, and when the branches bounced back she was torn in two."

"How do you read such a bloody book." He complained.

Georgiana didn't say, she couldn't tell him how appropriate it felt to her.

"Probably because I'm an English woman." She let go of her hand. "Go ahead."

He hesitated for a while, then turned and picked up the hat on the table.

"No medieval school shall be established," he said suddenly, just before leaving.

"What?"

"You heard me," he said, putting on his hat and leaving.

She was wondering what he meant when Constance walked into the room.

She blushed and didn't want him to clean up, but Constance said that the guests she brought had been waiting for a long time.

In this situation, she really didn't know how to deal with it, and walked past Constance in embarrassment.

"You have the same hands and feet," Constance reminded.

So she ran away.