Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2215 Flower War (One Hundred and Twenty Four)

  In the past, the kings used the things in Georgiana's hands to control the nobles, and also repaired the gorgeous Versailles, so that they could wear gorgeous costumes and dance in the resplendent palace, just like Cinderella dreamed.

   Now, these unpaid bills are a group of women's hope of living, even if the debt collection process is sure to make them annoying.

   "Found a clue?" Bonaparte picked up the list she had compiled.

   She shook her head.

   In "before", this list would have been quite a political scandal, but no one cares about it now.

   People who have experienced the French Revolution, who cares about this "dirtylaundry".

   She classified those bills, involving hundreds of people and more than 30 families, half of which did not return to China. But one thing is for sure that the people on the bill are alive, and those seamstresses are not going to collect debts from the dead.

The Lestrange family has a "rich" family treasury in Gringotts. When a family is prominent, even if an individual goes bankrupt due to profligacy or improper financial management, the family treasury will repay the debt for it. After all, the debt is collected. A visit would bring shame to the entire family.

   "How about these?" He picked a few from a pile of bills.

   "Why?" she asked inexplicably.

   "Blue blood," said Bonaparte. "Do you know what that means?"

  Georgianna's first thought was to roll up her sleeves to reveal the "blue blood" with clearly visible blue veins on her forearm.

   "The Imam believes that 'blue blood' and 'black honeydew' are a pair of related images."

  Georgianna exclaimed involuntarily.

   "He inferred from the similarity of word formation. Black and blue are metaphors for sleep and dreams, both referring to the sleep state from light to deep, while 'words in the mirror' are relatively isolated from other nouns."

   "What does that mean?" asked Georgiana.

   He did not speak, as if thinking.

  Georgianna is also thinking, to have a reflection in the mirror, first of all, there must be a person standing or something placed outside the mirror, it cannot exist independently, even the mirror of Erised is the desire of the person who reflects.

   Instead, it is the mirror of Zhu Quanzhong's concubine. She is inside and has nothing to do with people outside. People outside just appreciate her dance.

   Then there is the Pensieve. It is reasonable to say that the "surface of the water" should reflect the person's face, but if a person sinks his face into the basin, he will see a memory like a silver thread in the basin...

   "What do you think of?" asked Bonaparte.

She didn't know how to explain it to him, because it was impossible for him to know the Horcrux made by Tom Riddle, the diary that had caused a lot of trouble in Harry's second year, when Harry and Ginny were writing in the diary, but They were all gone, and then Tom Riddle's words appeared in the diary.

   "There was an adventure, we went to the Alps, when we decrypted it, it was related to ink." Georgiana said "There is iron in human blood."

   "And then what?" he asked pressingly.

"When stars die, they end up with iron and a 'black hole'." Not knowing how to explain 20th-century knowledge to an 18th-century person, she added, "The dust of stars shapes us, I mean, except for carbon. In addition to plain ink, there is 'iron gall ink', which uses an oak gall or gall from another tree as a thickening agent."

   "I know what you're talking about." Bonaparte said silently, "Ancient inks often used 'vegetable' dyes."

   "How is that possible," said Georgiana in disbelief.

   "Don't forget, 'that' flower has blue stamens."

   "But I thought..."

   "Why do you think?" he said, jokingly, "What they love to advertise is these 'ancestral' things."

   "You mean that some of these noble families have something to do with Yin Yin?" asked Georgiana.

   "Or, they know how to curse people." He lined up the bills signed in blue ink. "As long as there are evil thoughts, it will cause 'shadow backlash'."

   "I think that's what people of the Huyin tribe will encounter."

   "When the 'that' flower blooms, thorny vines will emerge from the tongue, stick into the ears of all enemy troops, hollow out each other's heads, smash the enemy's bones, and pierce the enemy's heart..."

   "Enough." She stopped him from continuing.

   "Death is like a sieve that separates you, reconstructs you, you become a complete life, you become a complete corpse, have you ever wondered how paper is made?"

  Georgianna froze for a moment.

"It's not papyrus and parchment, but paper made by Chinese papermaking. Plants are completely mashed and boiled to form pulp. After such processing, we usually think that plants have lost their lives, but insects will still eat them. , like they eat leaves."

   "You mean that someone made 'that' flower into paper and wrote it in blue blood, so that it could act as a curse?"

   "Inconceivable?" asked Bonaparte.

  Georgianna said nothing.

   Muggles have outgrown wizards when it comes to transmutation, so she can't rule out that they've found a way to use magic if not magic.

They may want to curse Ross Bertin who is collecting debts on them, but deep down they want money more, and then the shadow appears by Matilda's side and tries to steal Georgiana's Seal, reenacting the "Necklace Incident".

   Marie Antoinette could not be regarded as a completely innocent victim, and the prestige of the royal family was ruined.

   "What are you thinking?" asked Bonaparte, smiling.

   "Malicious." She said silently, and then told Napoleon her guess.

   "Sounds like something a madman would say," he said after listening.

   "I didn't ask you to believe it." Georgiana looked him in the eye and said, "Let me handle this,"

   "What is the Ministry of Magic for?" asked Bonaparte.

   She opened her mouth.

   "I heard that they took the money you gave and had a party in the new office building, and then you came forward and released a phoenix, and they started 'working'."

   "Their job is to keep you safe," Georgiana explained in vain.

   He ignored her and walked to the window, looking at the spire of Notre Dame outside the window.

   "If you want to change this country, you have to change the people of this country." He turned his back to Georgiana and said, "Why didn't you release Phoenix today like last time?"

   "There are a lot of paintings in the museum, I'm afraid I'll burn them," she replied.

   "Then change the location next time." He said firmly.

   "I like that place," she muttered.

   He turned around, and this time she saw that he was not pretending to be angry, and immediately agreed to his proposal.

   "Think about where the meeting will be tomorrow." Then he went out with the list she compiled.

   She stuck her tongue out at the closed door and sorted out the information she had just obtained.

   "blue blood" and "black honey pulp" may not refer to a state of sleep, just like the sea and the sky have a clear dividing line, although they are both blue, but the sea is the sea and the sky is the sky.

If "shadow" has no "substance", then "blue blood" should have a substance, but this "substance" is like ink, it will change from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, just like shadow, it should have three-dimensional , but it becomes two-dimensional when projected on a plane.

   She felt a kind of "relaxation", even though it was actually a Muggle who was discussing this "metaphysical" issue with her.

   Then she remembered the other man she was discussing these weird issues with, and while he was also smart, Severus was definitely inferior to Napoliani in terms of self-control.

   Except at the beginning, he seemed to be hungry for a long time, a little uncontrollable, and then he became "normal".

   Severus was like "weaning", he would leave her side only if she had to chase him. In this way, he also gave her a summoning ring, as long as she wanted to see him, she could summon him at any time.

   She misses the time when it was like "honey syrup", but the honey at that time was as clear and transparent as the venom of poisonous snakes. Who would drink black honey?

   It looked like it was tainted.

   She couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then she felt her eyes were sore, but the tears couldn't flow out, as if the lacrimal gland had a kind of metal friction pain, so that she couldn't cry even if she wanted to.

   (end of this chapter)