Although the International Statute of Secrecy separates the wizarding and muggle worlds, the wizarding world is also affected by some major changes.

For example, the Duke de Téfleur-Pic, who was guillotined during the Reign of Terror, faked his own death by casting a concealment spell on his neck.

He was actually very lucky. He heard that the executioner would grab the hair after cutting off a person's head and lift the head up for the onlookers to see.

Later, the example of "killing one to warn others" appeared. In Lyon, a large number of prisoners were collectively executed by cannonballs. "actor".

There were also factional disputes within the Jacobins. Danton became more and more dissatisfied with Robespierre's policy of terror. He began to deliberately keep a distance from the sans-culottes. A weapon for the oppression of the people, but terror, when combined with virtue, is the savior of the poor.

Lyon's 6,000 inhabitants were considered never to be patriots and should relocate their descendants to other parts of France.

Terror is a lever that moves people to action, but that doesn't mean that people behave in the way those who create terror want them to do. While Voldemort terrorized the wizarding world, there were those in the wizarding world who stood up to it. The purpose of creating terror is obedience, and establish authority with the teacher in the "Mr. University" class, telling the students what to do is right, and the students should do what he says.

Albus has shown his openness in this field. For a school song, everyone can choose their favorite tune. As long as the lyrics are the same, it is the Hogwarts school song. People are unbearable.

The same problem, everyone has their own different ways, some people will use a stupid way, detours a lot of wrong roads, and take more time than the way used by smart students, but the faculty and staff at Hogwarts are not allowed to disclose Praise the "smart students" and ask the "dumb students" to learn from them for tips.

Teachers have meetings too, and staff meetings aren't always about punching and punching, that started after Slughorn left and came back to the old way, where the best students in the class get As a reward, Harry Potter also got Felix Elixir.

Later, Albus also gave in, who made Pomona also learn to rebel, this "white wizard" who was always "right" admitted that he was not always right, and he no longer commented on Pomona's behavior. wrong.

After regaining her "calmness", Georgiana tried to look at Miss Teresa Campini with an objective eye. Just like Duroch said, she was only 24 years old, and she still looked immature. Seeing Georgiana coming, she awkwardly curtsied to Georgiana, not as graceful as a ballet dancer, her body trembling slightly, she looked as if she was frozen or frightened.

Georgiana always felt that there was a string in her brain, which was stirred by Mademoiselle Campini's trembling, and it would snap at any moment.

Then she thought of the snow and ice in Scotland, which Italy, which is located in the Mediterranean Sea, would not have seen unless it was in the Alps.

A ballet dancer from a warm region, she probably can't bear even the cold of Belgium, let alone the cold wind of the North Sea.

"Is it cold?" Georgiana asked quietly.

"It's not cold." Mademoiselle Campini said tremblingly, looking at the ground with big eyes, not at all "lively" when she said "You are shorter than I thought" in front of Georgiana when they first met yesterday.

Georgiana wanted to ask her why she said that, and then she looked around. There were many tourists near the door of the hotel. They were doing their own business while looking in this direction, as if expecting something good to happen.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say, these "good brothers" who were born and died, Saint-Tirrell told her that they and Monge deceived Mrs. Monge together, telling her that Monge was only on a business trip for 4 months, but Monge ran away. When he arrived in Egypt, he almost died in the desert.

If it wasn't for Di Rocque's extra thoughtfulness to check the hotel where Miss Campini stayed, he would not have known that Miss Campini hadn't gone back, and she wouldn't be standing in front of the hotel now.

A person of a certain age should not be the same as a young man. If Georgiana was a normal woman's age and appearance, Bonaparte would not be interested in her, and she would not be in this situation. Tangled and noisy.

Georgiana tried to approach the situation with an adult attitude.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"I'll go right away."

"I know you're going. You'd have already set off this early in the morning if I hadn't blocked your way." Georgiana said. "What I want to ask is that you intend to continue to be a dancer, or do you plan to do something else?"

Miss Campini, who had been looking down, looked up at Georgiana.

"I know Ms. Chevigny, the prima ballet dancer of the Paris Opera House. If you plan to continue to do ballet, you can go to her for further training."

"I don't need it!" said Mademoiselle Campini curtly.

Georgiana took a deep breath.

Miss Campini is a ballet dancer in Milan's La Scala Opera House, and she is also the "principal". If she hadn't had the past with Bonaparte, Georgiana doubts that she would be able to reach the heights of many people in her lifetime at the age of 24. career pinnacle.

The competition in the Paris Opera House is also fierce. Ms. Chevigny spends a lot of time practicing every day, but her age and physical strength are not as good as the young people who came later. She injured her foot this time, and many people expected her to go down, but she managed to keep her chief position by using her social connections.

Some people go to the opera house to watch performances as a formality, but there are also people who really plan to watch opera and ballet. These theater fans have high appreciation, let alone poor actors, even performance mistakes will be whistled.

"You are still young and in your prime as a dancer, if you continue to..."

"I'm not of the same genre as Chevigny, why should I learn from her?" Miss Campini said loudly.

Georgiana froze for a moment.

"Don't you know that ballet is divided into genres?" Miss Campini said angrily.

Georgiana only knew that there was a big difference between English ballet and Russian ballet, the way they turned in circles when dancing the Candy Fairy and so on.

As he spoke, Campini suddenly untied his coat, and started dancing in front of everyone at the hotel entrance.

A lot of girls have music boxes, and there's a ballerina in the music box, but she's only in one pose.

Now Georgiana has a living "ballet doll" in front of her.

"We won't bother you anymore." Campini's mother came up and said, "Please let us go."

Georgiana looked at her.

"How did you let your daughter..."

"The Italian opera house is different from the French opera house. In the French opera house, the boxes are leased. In the Italian opera house, the boxes are for sale. The big people spend a lot of money to decorate them, just like decorating their own homes." Can Pinney's mother said, "After becoming Napoleon's box, no other nobles and rich men would dare to go to that box."

Georgiana was speechless in shock.

"I'm just a woman, I have no other way!" Campini's mother said in a hoarse voice, "Nobles are concerned about being well-matched, and Teresa can't marry them."

Georgiana looked back at the "doll" who was still dancing in the snow. She was so focused on her dance that she didn't seem to notice the eyes around her.

"At least the French don't care about that..."

"What kind of logic is this?" Georgiana asked angrily.

"You are from England. Has Britain ever been in war?" asked the old woman.

The old woman looked at Georgiana unflinchingly, her blue eyes reflecting Georgiana's face like an Alpine lake.

"Good morning." Di Roc said standing at the door, "Breakfast is ready, please come in."

Georgiana felt that she could not eat, but she went in anyway.

Peace is good for women, no matter how bad it is, and there is no law, civilization, or even God in wartime.

But without this war, people would still be in feudal oppression and hereditary prejudice.

Princess Sissi was an aristocrat, but the Austrian royal family still felt that she was of low birth. Even in that era, "the right family" was still so deeply ingrained.

Georgiana sat down at the sumptuous table and waited calmly for the Campini mother and daughter.

She has a dream, hoping to copy the paintings in the Louvre and sell them to ordinary people at a relatively cheap price, so that even those who cannot go to the Louvre to see the real works can enjoy art.

She can accommodate Chiara, so she can also accommodate Campini. In the future, she will open a ballet school to facilitate the "communication" between Ms. Chevigny and Campini.

Whether she has the ability or not, the layman doesn't know, but the insider can tell at a glance. No matter what Campini says now, she will know when the time comes...

"Have you had enough trouble?" Di Loc looked very bored.

"It's not just that you don't want to take care of this shit, so do I." Georgiana said calmly.

"Do you know what happened to Madame de Stael before she was expelled from Paris?" asked Du Roque.

Georgiana looked at him.

"She reopened the salon and encouraged the tribunes to form an 'English opposition'. She has a good relationship with Josephine. This is where she is more cunning than you. Because of this relationship, Napoleon asked Josephine to ask her to bid How much, to repay the millions of francs her father lent to the treasury during the Revolution..."

"You want to buy me?" Georgiana asked strangely.

"I'm trying to reconcile," Du Roc said wearily. "Why would you want to invite Campini to Paris."

"Art Exchange."

"You have humiliated her, she just danced in public..."

"Because I'm not dancing on the stage, you think I'm embarrassing her?" Georgiana sneered. "Isn't she facing the public on the stage?"

"Later, Destal didn't listen to the advice, she didn't want to obey others, so Fouché went to her home and asked her to go to the countryside to recuperate."

"If you say that, then I have no choice," Georgiana said, folding her arms.

"What do you want to do?"

"Tell his mother everything."

Di Loc was rarely surprised.

"You think that's a threat?" Duroc asked.

"When Letizia finds out, you will know."

Di Loc smiled.

"You know what a mother thinks?" Georgiana asked.

"How do you know what Letizia thinks? You don't know her either."

Georgiana sighed, "You have indeed grown up. When you were in school, if the teacher told you to invite parents, none of you would be afraid."

Di Loc remained expressionless again.

"Bon Appetit." She smiled, planning to get up.

"Nobody delivered that letter," said Duroch.

She sat down again.

"I remember, Pauline's husband was captured by the British, then he was released, and then he went back to Egypt, and what happened?" Georgiana asked.

"You want the English to deliver it for you?"

She smiled sweetly. "I think they'd be happy to oblige."

"Is this necessary?"

"Do you have to warn me about a ballerina threat?"

Di Loc let out a long sigh.

"The next time you want to reconcile, don't talk to me in a threatening tone."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left, what a pity for the sumptuous breakfast.

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