Harry Potter Morning Light

Today I saw a mother begging with a baby on the side of the road. I went up to her and spoke to her, but she only spoke German. I used to learn German in military school, and I went to Germany a few times, but I couldn't speak a word, and I don't remember it. Fortunately, some of my fellow travelers knew German.

The woman was a soldier's wife whose husband had died in the war, and now she was alone, looking for a better sanctuary. I asked her if she planned to raise the baby in her arms alone, and she handed me a letter. It was the last letter her husband wrote to her. He said he loved her and loved her until the end of his life, but there was nothing in it about asking her to raise their children.

The woman then told me that she knew it was difficult raising a child on her own, but she was not going to hand the child over to an orphanage and start over. In the past, she felt that if she was reduced to begging on the street, she might as well die, but now this child is her hope of continuing to support herself.

I think the good or bad of a child lies entirely in the mother. When I met Eugene and Hortense, I knew that Josephine was a good woman. They were different from my family. Not only were they polite and thoughtful, but Hortense was sometimes afraid of me, Afraid to tell me what she wants. Unlike her mother in this, Josephine's reckless waste sometimes left the house disorganized.

Every time we quarrel, she will restrain herself, but it won't be long before she spends indiscriminately until you show up.

The first time I saw you I kept thinking of Egypt, and the magnificent tomb in Cairo.

When I saw you again later, you were like the prophet described by Voltaire, with a dazzling light.

An admirable liar does not lie in how scheming he is, or how well-planned and seamless he is, but because he inspires the people and changes the face of the world.

Our trip has brought a shocking drama to Europe. What people look forward to most in last night's opera is not the love between the hero and heroine, or the wisdom of Salstro and the light he represents. It is the song that the Queen of the Night sings for revenge.

You once told me that you saw a smile on the sculpture of Maria, because she had a brave son, and I asked the woman if she planned to let the child grow up to avenge his father. I don't see resentment in her face, I don't see forgiveness, I only see my face in her eyes.

I think at that moment she hated me, but not because she knew who I was, but because I disturbed her peace, she just needs to wait for me to leave, everything will be back to her.

Those who cherish the "what you have" and grasp the "what you have" with all your strength are the ones who are unable to protect the "what you have".

I used to be puzzled, to what extent are human beings obsessed with fame and fortune? Now it seems that it is not a good thing for people to chase fame and fortune.

What you want is none of that, but something more difficult and daunting. Rumors have already started to circulate. When assigning roles, I gave you the most eye-catching role. Are you afraid that I will leave you at this time?

Georgiana folded the letter.

"Ma'am..." Ferrier said in panic.

"What?"

"The letter... is on fire."

Georgiana looked at her hand. Sure enough, the letter was lit. She couldn't remember whether it was the fire opal ring or her own magic that lit it.

She extinguished the fire before the letter burned out. Although the edge of the letter was gone, the content remained, and she handed it to Phil.

"Who brought the letter?" asked Georgiana.

"A farmer from Aachen," said Ferrier.

She clutched her head and thought, Aachen is indeed a German-speaking area, and with his current "charming" level, he really needs to disguise himself.

"Are you going to write him back?" Phillip asked.

"My mind is in a mess now, and I don't know how to reply to him, not to mention that he doesn't know where he is." Georgiana said wearily, "How long will the concert start?"

"You don't have to go," Phil said.

"That can't be done," she said with a smile. "Today's concert was attended by Mr. Duport."

Phillip didn't speak.

"Are you afraid?" Georgiana asked.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I asked you to keep so much information."

Ferrier hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"The private secretary of the first ruling also kept a lot of his top-secret information, and he is not afraid."

"He's different from you, he's..."

"A man." Flier interrupted her. "I'm a woman."

Georgiana said nothing.

"Other than that, there is no difference between us. I can do what he can do."

"I have to tell you one thing." Georgiana sighed, "I had a meeting just now, and we are short of 26 million francs in cashing securities, but if you sell Louisiana, the money will be there, you know what it means What are you wearing?"

Phillip didn't speak.

"It's the beginning of the large-scale slave trade movement. Even if the law prohibits it, some people will still do it. At the same time, Europe will fall into war again. At that time, I may not be able to protect myself, let alone protect you."

"Is there no way not to sell it?"

"The bonds have been transferred in the market several times before they are in the hands of the 'enemy'. If we don't agree to their conditions, others will come to chase the debt. Of course, we can also default on the debt, but France's credit rating will be difficult to maintain." Georgiana smiled wryly, "To what extent do you think human beings are obsessed with fame and fortune? Is chasing fame and fortune a good thing?"

Phillip didn't answer.

"No matter how I save, how can I save 26 million francs." Georgiana stood up, "Why don't you ask me why I don't protect you like Marguerite?"

"I'm different from her." Ferrier whispered.

"How is it different?"

Phillip gasped.

"We should help and cooperate with each other. Sometimes you need help from others." Georgiana said calmly, "Margaret and Matilda and my former maid Sophie are classmates, and they still exchange letters. Rarely, all their expenses are borrowed from Sophie, how about yours?"

"Before Leila came, I had almost no expenses. After she came, she gave me a lot of things."

"Anyone else?" Georgiana asked.

"Yes, they are all small things."

"Do you have any parents, sisters, who need to be brought to France?" Georgiana asked.

"There are a few Mamluks, they..."

"You took their favor?" asked Georgiana.

Phillip didn't speak again.

"I know it's hard to reject people, and I won't stop you from making friends, but you also need to know that you should be cautious when dealing with people, and you can't make some mistakes even once." Georgiana whispered.

Phillip nodded immediately.

"Western courts are very different from Eastern courts. The 'king' here is not hereditary. Even if I give birth to a child, there is no guarantee that everything will be safe. What's more, I have been affected by black magic and it is difficult to conceive..."

"Is it because you can't get pregnant, or you don't want to get pregnant?" Ferrier asked, "The other side is still trying to find a way, knowing that there is no hope, but you haven't made any efforts at all."

Georgiana was a little annoyed.

"Madam, you should give up your unrealistic fantasies and think about something practical."

Georgiana didn't want to pay attention to Ferrier and left the lounge.