Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2226 Flower War (one hundred and thirty-five)

Early in the morning, Madame de Châtel took a carriage back to Paris, and Margaret, Matilda and others "sent off" her, just like when Georgiana moved out of the Tuileries Palace last time. Farewell" look.

   She didn't go to "farewell", now her file contains some magic-related information, she doesn't know whether it should be handed over to Ferrier for safekeeping.

   Now the life of the wizards has been muggleized, at least they will not live with the tribe in the primitive jungle like the wizards of the ancient times or the Indian tribes, and Siberia is exactly that kind of place.

   Those dark wizards were not Death Eaters or followers of Grindelwald. The Death Eaters persecuted half-bloods and Muggles with courts and half-blood wizards' registration boards, and Grindelwald's followers felt like they were saving the world, with international secrecy laws hindering their actions. And those dark wizards in the primeval forest completely ignore the law, they follow the law of the jungle.

   There was a knock at the door, and then Carolan pushed the door open and walked in, with a smile on her face.

   "Are you ready?" Carolan asked with a smile.

  Georgianna did not want to speak.

   "Are you having a bad conscience because you broke that law." Carolan said sarcastically, "You should have given her some color."

  Georgianna thought about that sentence.

   Only when people realize they are no longer safe will they quit that game.

  Sometimes some people just feel that others dare not treat them so that they will have no fear, dare to provoke any kind of people, and dare to make any kind of mistakes.

   People without fear are either insane, stupid, or both.

The sentence    is not always true, but sometimes it is. As someone said, curiosity is the strongest driving force for people's progress. When we were children, we were full of curiosity about everything in the outside world, but a sleeping dragon should not wake it up. A child can't afford to wake it up. s consequence.

  Caroland picked up Georgiana's "drawing".

"what is this?"

   "Guardian magic in Paris." Georgiana said silently, "There will always be a dark wizard."

"so?"

   "Put their magic inside."

  Caroland seems to understand.

   "Just like rivers are destined to flow into the sea, I need energy to drive the labyrinth. Through transformation, turning 'bad magic' into 'good magic', those destructive energies can become the power of the labyrinth."

   "Sounds complicated."

  Georgianna smiled and shook her head, "Power is not good or bad, even if something that can be used for good falls into the hands of bad people, it can still bring disaster."

  Carolan was silent for a while.

   "Let's go." Georgiana stood up.

   "Can I ask you a question, you do all this for Bonaparte?" Caroline asked.

   "You asked two questions," said Georgiana. "My answer is no!"

   Then she ignored Miss Lestrange, who was stunned, wrapped herself in a thick fur cloak, and went downstairs to ride in a horse-drawn carriage.

   In fact, it is not far to go to the castle, just ride a broom, but when she saw the golden carriage, she felt like a Cinderella at the ball.

  Fortunately, the inside of the carriage is still normal, and no expansion spell is used, but everything inside is luxurious, the seat cushion is red velvet, the board of the carriage is covered with silk "wallpaper", and the floor is covered with thick fleece blankets. It didn't take long for Carolan and Louvre to sit in, and then the coachman waved his whip, and the "pumpkin carriage" flew up.

"Don't forget the stealth spray!" Georgiana warned in vain, reminiscent of Harry Potter's sophomore "Flying Ford" incident, when several Muggles saw them and Ron's dad was punished for it. .

Of course, no one paid attention to her. Fortunately, the road was not far. They arrived in about five minutes. The carriage stopped in the open space in front of the castle. A red carpet was spread from the castle to the outside of the castle. It looked like some kind of monster. , stuck out his scarlet tongue.

  The French Minister of Magic, the British Minister of Magic, and Malfoy all greeted her at the door, a blond boy opened the door for her, and then she helped him out of the carriage.

   "A beautiful castle." Malfoy said with a feigned smile, "Like its beautiful mistress."

   "I'm not going to take it as my own." Georgiana said, looking at Malfoy, then at Lestrange. "It's a French state property."

   "Thank you for your donation." Lestrange smiled and bowed to Georgiana.

   It was an abandoned castle, and Georgiana didn't know what to donate to it.

   She didn't know why she had such a big pomp until she walked in.

"Oh, Rose..." She looked at everything around her, and she could see that Bertin had used a tricky method. The cleaned stone walls were actually very beautiful. Adding some gypsum boards of the same color as decoration would be even more gorgeous. The glue doesn't dry overnight, but this is where the magicians live, so they'll be strong enough even without a permanent glue spell.

  The originally ventilated window was installed with stained glass windows, and a crystal chandelier hangs down from the high ceiling of the hall, facing a huge "m" under the crystal lamp.

Along the escalator to the second floor, there are weapons left from the Middle Ages hanging on the wall, and two huge tapestries are hung on both sides of the corridor leading to the conference room. There are some souvenirs such as vases in the cabinet, and the top of the cabinet is dark blue velvet with golden picture frames. There seemed to be a lot of "dead people" attending this meeting, and they whispered in the frame.

  Dark blue and irises are symbols of French royalty, but Georgiana thought Bonaparte would be unhappy when she saw it.

   Of course she wouldn't say that she was going to change it at this point, she was led to the position closest to the fireplace and at the end of the long table, where the "big guys" usually sat.

   This chair looks "aged" and may have belonged to some Norman nobleman, while others' chairs are new.

   After she sat down, other people took their seats. It was the same scene as the previous two days. The two sides "gazing deeply", their eyes tearing at the conference table, she had no doubt that they might pull out their wands to duel at any time.

   "Where's the goblin?" asked Georgiana.

   "Have you not heard enough of its complaints?" Rabastan smirked.

   "It came to fight for the interests of fairies. Of course, we are not saying that fairies' interests should not be considered." Lufkin said immediately, "But there must always be a priority."

Georgiana assured that the goblin would be unhappy when she heard this, but she agreed with what Lufkin said, just like this castle, it certainly wouldn't be as gorgeously decorated as the conference room, even a real magician couldn't. Do it, but they are not here to visit.

   "Before today's topic, I have a question." Georgiana looked at everyone in the meeting. "Who of you has been to Siberia?"

  Everyone looked at her.

   "I've been there." A painting on the wall said "That was about two hundred years ago..."

   "Nobody wants to hear it," said the woman in a painting next to him.

   "So do you think the people here are interested in weaving?" said the painting that spoke earlier.

   "That's better than always listening to you talk about the rashness of your youth." The woman replied not to be outdone.

   "Starting again." Louvre muttered in a low voice.

   Then the meeting room started to quarrel, everyone, no, the painting was scrambling to express their opinions.

   "At least there was only one goblin yesterday, right?" Malfoy leaned in her ear and said gloating, then he sat upright again, keeping a decent polite smile, watching what was happening in front of him.

  Georgianna slapped the table, and a red flame flew out of the ring, turning into a phoenix and flying around the conference room.

   "Do you know why you chose this place for a meeting? I can burn it at any time!" she said threateningly. "This castle is all stone anyway."

   So the oil paintings shut up.

   "Let's talk about the safety and security of the Quidditch World Cup." Georgiana said coldly.

   "Why mention Siberia, will the next game be held in Siberia?" Rabastan asked.

   "No," said Georgiana dryly.

   Everyone looked at her in confusion.

   "Is this a prophecy?" Lufkin asked after a while.

   "That's right." Georgiana went on with her words. "There's going to be something big going on there with the Quidditch World Cup."

   "What shall we do then?" Lufkin asked.

   "Returning to the previous topic, who of you have been to Siberia?" Georgiana asked, "Especially when dealing with local dark wizards."

  No one speaks now.

   "It's better not to hold it there than to take precautions," Rabastan said.

   Malfoy laughed treacherously.

   "That's a brilliant idea," he exclaimed. "The Russians will be delighted to hear you say that."

   (end of this chapter)