Harry Potter Morning Light

In a storage room, Georgiana found a round table and a rectangular table. She had them moved out and placed in the center of the dance floor.

The round table reminded her of the one in Blake's old house. It was actually a bit too big. Sitting around it would put your back against the wall. It would be inconvenient to change positions, but only such a big table could accommodate everyone. The Order members all sat down, at Albus's insistence.

There are long tables in the Hogwarts auditorium. With the exception of Slytherin, students sit there wherever they want to eat with. Only during the opening banquet are they divided into grades.

Sitting down to eat together is a kind of division. The sorting ceremony is like the awarding of knights. He will be divided into a certain group, unite and trust each other, and accept the rules, responsibilities and rights of this group.

The Spartans even tied "seats" to full citizenship rights. Without full citizenship rights, there was no way to gain glory.

"Can't make up your mind?" Julian said while drinking.

"No," said Georgiana, looking at the two tables.

"Which one to choose?" Julian asked.

"Both," said Georgiana.

"Okay, which table are we sitting around today?" Julian asked.

"I'm thinking of Sieyes," said Georgiana. "And his annulled constitution."

Julian remained silent.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. When Hannibal comes, I will choose this table." Georgiana pointed to the long table and said, "It represents hierarchy and order."

"In peacetime I would choose that table." Georgiana pointed to the round table. "Like King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table."

"Whatever you want." Julian said indifferently, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Did you add water to the wine?" asked Georgiana.

Julian looked back at her.

"Not everyone has the same habits as him." Julian said with some resistance.

"What if I give you a reason you can't refuse?" Georgiana asked.

"Say it," Julian said provocatively.

Her fingers touched the smooth tabletop, and she wiped off some of the dust on it. The table was clean, but her hands were dirty.

"Which do you think is better, Talleyrand's banquet or my banquet?" Without waiting for Julian to answer, Georgiana continued, "The richness of the food at the formal banquet must match the wealth and prosperity of the country, but the food is also important for the king and his subjects. The way to build relationships, Saint Louis has the image of living a simple life. He mixed wine with water. In a sermon from the early 14th century, the priests used water as a metaphor. They put a very straight stick into the water, and the stick It becomes crooked. Just like justice, it can be distorted by deceitful lawyers and assistant judges. Saint Louis sat on a mattress and judged cases under the oak tree of Vincennes, like the source of justice, showing people the perfection of justice.”

"You want him to sit on the mattress too?" Julian said with clear eyes.

"We just discussed adding water to the wine you drank. Where did you think that went?" Georgiana smiled.

Julian glanced at his cup, as if he suddenly didn't want to drink it, and placed it on the table closest to him.

"I don't think that's an irresistible reason to refuse," Julian said with concentration.

She walked towards him slowly.

"There was a time when he and I were eating very poorly, and that was the message, we're not going to have a pheasant feast when other people are hungry."

She walked up to him and touched his collar with her fingers. Her hands, which were a little dirty at first, became clean again.

"Dionysus said that only gods can enjoy pure wine without going crazy after drinking. Adding water to wine represents temperance, Julian."

He stood like a block of wood, staring straight at her.

"Don't tell anyone else, okay? Just treat it as our little secret."

Before he could answer, footsteps were heard in the distance.

Georgiana stepped back, and presently Arrighi appeared.

"Let's go next door. The Italian Embassy has prepared afternoon tea." Arrighi said cheerfully.

"Do you want to come over?" Georgiana asked Julian.

"It is bad for a conqueror to fall into anarchy, and Cairo is like that." Julian looked at Arrighi like a serious judge and said, "Do you think I am right?"

Arrighi's smile slowly faded.

"What did Bonaparte say to you?" Julian looked at Georgiana.

"He told me that he would not invest a penny in North America and Italy, and that he felt that a war in Louisiana would not bring military honor." Georgiana parroted.

The two men looked at her, as if waiting for her to continue.

"That's all." Georgiana said helplessly, looking at the two of them.

"You are a soldier, tell me what you understand." Julian asked Arrighi.

Ariji thought for a long time, but not a word came out.

"Is it because the United States only has militias?" Georgiana asked.

"Do you know who the current Governor of Gibraltar is?" Bougainville suddenly appeared in front of everyone. "His name is Charles Omaha. He may be the first person in history to be captured by both George Washington and Napoleon."

Georgiana thought Cornwallis might be added, but she kept her mouth shut and listened to Bougainville.

"No, they surrendered not to Washington, but to Count Rochambeau, Omaha, who was Cornwallis's deputy." Arrighi said at this time. "He gave the sword to Count Rochambeau, who refused, and then he handed the sword over." To General Washington.”

Georgiana tilted her head and thought.

"He was depressed for a while after this. I heard that he owed a lot of gambling debts." Bougainville said. "Later he participated in the Battle of Toulon. The major general was captured by a young artillery captain and he was imprisoned. After serving for two years, he was released and promoted to admiral and then governor of Gibraltar. The Lord Admiralty, then commander of the Mediterranean Fleet, asked him to move the supply depot to Rossiya Bay, but he rejected the plan."

"Why?" Georgiana asked subconsciously.

"He owed gambling debts, did you forget?" Julian reminded him.

"In addition, he also opened many bars in the Irish town of Gibraltar. Anyway, the current morale of the Gibraltar garrison is low. In addition, I also heard that the governor is about to be changed again." Bougainville said.

"Because he was investigated?" Georgiana asked.

"No, it's because he died from a recurrence of an old injury. This new governor..."

"Okay, don't mention your navy." Arigi said impatiently, "I understand what Napoleoni means."

Arrighi understood, but Georgiana still didn't.

Just as she asked if she was going to the Italian Embassy, ​​Matilda appeared.

"Madame, here are Messrs. Bersier and Fontaine," said Matilda.

The two architects Bossier and Fontaine appear together every time. The dining hall of the Tuileries Palace is their "masterpiece". The dining hall looks like a cafe on the streets of Paris.

Georgiana dismantled them all and replaced them with reliefs of the Crossing of the Alps, and replaced the small round tables with long monastery tables.

She didn't know if the interior had been changed after she left, but in short, these two designers were already tied to the architecture of the Napoleonic era, whether officially or unofficially.

"I'll be right over," Georgiana said to Matilda.

Matilda turned and walked away.

"We'll talk about anarchy when I get back." Georgiana looked at Julian and said, then looked at Arrighi and "ask them to move the afternoon tea here."

After explaining, she followed Matilda.