Harry Potter Morning Light

Georgiana found a book and read it on a lounge chair in the shade of the garden. There were snacks and wine on the chair next to her.

When she opened the book, she found the name of Dacaval Chikonyala on the inside page. She recalled carefully that Count Chikonyala seemed to be called Leopold. Who was this Dacaval?

She was about to ask someone to ask, but she found that British Ambassador to Italy Fredley was coming from the other end of the garden.

"Good morning." Fredley said with a smile.

"Good morning." Georgiana also smiled and greeted him. "Do you know Dacaval Chikonyala?"

Fredley was stunned.

"I'm reading his book." Georgiana showed the book in her hand to Fredley.

She asked casually, but she didn't expect Fredley to know this Dacaval Chikonyala.

This adventurer and art historian was born in Nancy in 1719. He was imprisoned in most European countries because of debt, so he had to flee to the New World and even became friends with Washington. He returned to Europe around the 1980s, stayed in France for a while, and even participated in the destruction of the Bastille in 1789.

"Wait." Georgiana stopped Frederick's narration. "You just said he was born in 1719?"

"Yes." Frederick nodded.

"If it was 1789, wouldn't he be 70 years old?" Georgiana said in surprise.

Frederick smiled helplessly. "He told me that he had participated in the purchase of Corsica by Württemberg. He was friends with the German prince at the time."

"Really?" Georgiana asked in surprise.

"He is a gambler and a liar. There is a famous saying in Florence that if you show your treasures to Dacavalier, please pay close attention to his hands. Even Frederick the Great said that he is an expert in the ethics of stealing." Frederick said.

"Wow." Georgiana couldn't help but exclaim.

"I heard you collected a vase?" said Frederick.

Georgiana did not ask how he knew.

"Why do you ask this?"

"Hamilton collected a lot of ancient vases. He wanted to publish a book with illustrations about vases. Dacaville was entrusted with this task. He was also a very good book designer." Frederick pointed to the book in Georgiana's hand and said, "He later went to England and met Franklin."

"It seems that he lived a wonderful life." Georgiana threw the book that she had not had time to read aside.

"In 1767, the year when Genoa sold Corsica to France, he went to explore Mount Vesuvius with Winckelmann, a Prussian collector. According to him, when they were close to the crater, they encountered a small eruption, and then Winckelmann died. He escaped by stepping on the hot lava, but people prefer to believe that Winckelmann was murdered, and then he ran to the New World." Frederick said.

"Impossible." Georgiana said, "How can a person step on lava?"

"He once hid in a convent in Florence." Fredley said, "This is the first time I saw Hamilton's furious look."

"What did he do?" Georgiana asked, she had a bad feeling.

"Dakaville stole Hamilton's vase, so Hamilton chased him to Florence, and Dakaville ran to France." Fredley hesitated for a while, "He sold a lot of things and lived a luxurious life like a prince in Florence. He sold one of the vases to the King of Sardinia."

"It wouldn't be a coincidence that it was the one I received." She asked hurriedly.

"Well..." Fredley pondered for a while, "He is also an expert in counterfeiting. In the process of publishing Hamilton's Greek vase, he inserted some very... vulgar pictures in the book, making people believe that the vase he sold was mentioned in the book."

"Oh." Georgiana was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

"He claimed that the vases were ancient, but they were modern forgeries. They were not suitable for public display, but Hamilton still knew about it, so he..."

"He went to Florence." Georgiana said with understanding.

"He is an expert. Ordinary people cannot identify the forgeries he made, so I can't tell you whether the vase you received is real or fake, Georgiana." Fredley said.

Georgiana took the book again.

This book has a very long name "The Origin, Spirit and Development of Greek Art, the Relationship between Art and Religion of Famous Ancient Nations, Relics of Ancient India, Persia and Other Regions, and Studies of Europe and Egypt".

She chose this book for entertainment. It is very thick, but it is obvious that the book is explosive both in content and author.

"He went to Venice in 1791 and dazzled the people there. It is not surprising that you can find his books here." Fredley smiled contemptuously.

One of the advantages of looking for sculptures in ruins is that you rarely find forgeries, but there are more forgeries at auctions.

However, in the History of Sculpture written by Leopold Ciconiara, it is said that it is more fascinating and more profitable to spend a moment with someone who lives in a dream world or is delirious than to stay with someone who is always sober and rational.

“Indeed, it’s not surprising.” Georgiana sighed and put the book aside. “Leopold is not at home today. Are you here to visit his collection?”

"What's so interesting about the rags he collected?" Fredley said immediately.

His voice might have been a little louder, and was heard by the housekeeper of Chiconyala Manor not far away. He wanted to rush up and fight Fredly, but Zabini stopped him.

"Then what are you doing here?" Georgiana asked.

"You know what I'm here for?" Frederic said. "Napoleon will not allow gold and silver to leave France, even for foreign trade."

"How about using Rublan soda ash?" Georgiana said, "Equal exchange."

"You know, there is a salt road (vie del sal) in Liguria, which can avoid the heavy taxes levied by many towns, but it is too rugged and difficult to travel, and it is very risky." Fredly said, "Even if it will The coastal road from Nice to Savona is blocked. There are other road networks in the mountains. After the Battle of Montenotte, the French chose the road to Monferrat to cross the Alps. This road will meet the Salt Road. Intersection, if you know the way, you can also go to France. Augustus built the Augusta Avenue because of the 'guerrillas'. It is easy for attackers to hide in the mountains. Do you think it is also a risk, which risk are you more willing to take? Sea or mountain?"

She stared at him.

"Don't hate me, Georgiana. We know how to make soda ash. The only thing holding us back is the salt tax, and obviously a smart girl like you knows that too."

"I'm not a smart girl." Georgiana sneered. "Smart girls know what options are best for themselves."

Just like Mrs. Porter, she chose a man who was rich and loved her, rather than a "Jacob" whom she loved but had nothing. Although she had a dream, she opened a bakery in the Great Depression. In Brooklyn, when everyone is lining up for relief food.

Yes, those cute magical animal breads can indeed attract customers and bring happiness to desperate people, but such stores cannot stay open for long.

The bank did not want to lend him a loan to realize his "dream" from the beginning. It was the eggshells of birds and snakes that looked like silver as collateral that allowed Jacob to get the loan.

In fairy tales, there are birds and snakes that lay golden eggs, but here there are birds and snakes that lay silver eggs. No wonder they are on the verge of extinction.

"I've seen Mrs. Hamilton. She often dresses up like people in oil paintings." Fredley looked at Georgiana and said, "I heard you did it too, dressing up as "Girl with a Pearl Earring."

"It's pretty stupid, isn't it?" she laughed to herself.

"You don't need to do that." Fredley said slowly, "You are already the person in the painting."

She looked at him calmly.

"You even made this place look beautiful." Fredly looked around and asked, "Where's the eagle I gave you?"

"Leave it to someone else," said Georgiana.

"Or do you prefer the Bird of Paradise?" Fredley asked. "Actually, that's not bad either."

"My place is going to be a zoo." She teased.

"Then set up a zoo. Anyway, it's not without the conditions." Fredley said nonchalantly, "As long as you like it."

She snorted, reached for the wine, looked down at the book in her hand, and was too lazy to pay attention to this "rich and wealthy" ambassador.