Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2227 The Battle of Flowers (One Hundred and Thirty-Six)

  There is an oil painting in St. Petersburg, Russia, which is Rembrandt's Prodigal Son. It was his last work. He died a year after the painting.

  Georgianna looked out through the castle window, looking at the sea not far away.

  After Newton, the authority of reason replaced the authority of religion, as Bonaparte said to Laplace, people are driving God out of this world.

   If the prodigal son who was eating, drinking and having fun outside and squandering his wealth came home, and his father did not open his arms to welcome him home, but drove him away, what kind of story would it turn into?

  Religious tolerance is a breeding ground for rationality. The earliest religious tolerance appeared in the German region, initially between Catholics and Lutherans, and soon between Catholics and Protestants, and then expanded to between theists and atheists.

   It is precisely because of this that the purpose of Georgiana's design of the maze has also changed from the initial captivity.

  At Hogwarts, when you need help, you only need to ask, but after leaving Hogwarts, you must distinguish who is worthy of help, and help those who are worthy of help.

This is very difficult. Before clearing the misunderstanding, Harry Potter saw Severus Snape lying in a pool of blood and didn't think about saving him. If he really had that kind of heart, he would think of Luo Eun's dad was also bitten by Nagini.

   He didn't try his best, he didn't even think about trying, he watched Snape die bit by bit, like the son of the enemy witnessing the death of the enemy, and like he didn't want Snape to feel alone before he died.

  Yin people say that the plight of people is largely caused by the inability to trace their lives back.

   Credence came to Europe from America to pursue his "history" to the point of being manipulated by Grindelwald.

He needs help, and so do people like him. From the information she currently has, the Yin Yin is not the kind of dark race that is disorderly and chaotic. It's just that after "blooming", it can't control itself and will attack the surrounding creatures. Like the Venus flytrap to attack insects for nutrients.

Maybe she was wrong, anyway, at least she wanted to give it a try. She had to design a few "passages" so that when a dangerous magic like Grindelwald's flame appeared, it could be transported to the Underground, transported through a "pipe" to the center of the labyrinth, not only relieves the crisis but also energizes it.

But then she had to design a "core" strong enough to hold that much energy, and when she thought about it she thought of that Elvis song, and that wonderful Christmas Eve, and her rush wedding.

   She stroked the lace curtain, and she could see that it was made in Calais. Such a long lace was very suitable for a veil of a bridal dress. It was another thing that could make a girl crazy besides the story of Cinderella.

  Most women try on dozens of wedding dresses, but her happy shopping experience is only with Narcissa Malfoy, who was about to clear Lucius Malfoy's bank account.

  Xian and Heng hexagrams are followed by Dun hexagrams. It seems that according to Zhou Yi's understanding, if the husband cheats, the woman should divorce or give in or something.

   Divorce is okay, but you can’t want nothing. Heartbroken, you say “I saw you wrong”, and then turn around gracefully. The French Civil Code promulgated by Napoleon is good. Whoever is disloyal will go out of the house, but this is prone to homicides. In order to avoid their own losses, the party who wants to divorce may poison, create accidents, buy murder, etc. Wait, cause your spouse to die, so you don't have to lose a fortune in divorce.

   There will be no women who will take the initiative to create opportunities for their husbands to identify with each other, especially a "high consumption" woman like Madame de Châtel, who may only be able to withstand the profligacy of the French treasury.

   But there is no doubt that well-dressed women are indeed beautiful, and Josephine has used any means to deal with Georgiana.

  Napoleon was indeed very rich, and his property in Italy alone was not a small amount, but the origin of this money...

   Just then she heard hurried footsteps.

   She looked in that direction and saw a furious Septimus Malfoy.

   "What are you thinking?" he asked fiercely.

   "It depends on what you're asking." Georgiana returned.

   "When I asked that the castle belonged to you, how did you say it was to be given to the French Ministry of Magic?"

   "What does that say?" asked Georgiana.

   "Neutral place, this was originally." Septimus pointed to his feet and said, "But now it's not. That French crow is going to change this place to a border agency to deal with stowaways."

   "What?" she raised her voice.

"You didn't expect that right?" Septimus smiled sinisterly and contemptuously. "If this castle is in your name, and we catch the purgers, we can hold the trial here, there are dungeons, and we can Build a court."

  Georgianna was speechless.

   "Do you think this castle is not yours, so you shouldn't take it?"

   "Oh~ isn't it?" Georgiana asked angrily.

   "You **** saints." Septimus said contemptuously, turned and left.

  Georgianna was so angry that her chest hurt.

   That's why, that's why Slytherin is hated!

   "Are you all right?" Louvre asked Georgiana by his side.

  Georgianna ignored her, she touched her heart and gave herself comfort.

   Last night, she told Louvre what it was to regret, and now she regrets it.

   Is it still time for her to find the "Old French Crow" to spit out the meat she ate in her mouth?

   She turned to look at Carolan.

  Caroland Lestrange seemed to know what Georgiana was going to ask, and shrugged helplessly at her.

   "How about finding another castle?" Louvre asked.

   "No," Carolan and Georgiana said together, and then fell silent at the same time.

   "What's the difference? It's an abandoned castle anyway."

   "I can find a new castle for your uncle, and you let him give up this castle." Georgiana said to Carolan.

   "I don't think he would agree, he has already chosen where his future office will be," Carolan said.

  Georgianna stomped her feet in chagrin.

  If it was a 'normal' woman, he would have accepted it long ago, so Malfoy could find her at lunchtime to get things settled, and it would all work out.

The forty-two hexagrams of the Zhouyi are beneficial hexagrams, which means to gain benefits, but the front of this hexagram is the loss hexagram. As far as a person is concerned, the most difficult thing to overcome is oneself, especially in adversity, it is inevitable that the mind will be damaged, which will lead to mentality. Unbalanced, bogged down by blind action, conquered by one's own desires.

   Those who have been in the lower position for a long time, or who have suppressed themselves, once they get the benefits, they are ignorant of restraint and insatiable, and finally they will be full and full like a broken embankment, so the next hexagram of benefit is the hexagram of Kuai.

   But if you don’t want the benefits you want, you will encounter Georgiana’s current situation. When it comes to practice, the “nerd” may not be as good as someone who doesn’t read much.

"Before" I heard that Hogwarts was going to have guests for the Triwizard Tournament, and she took the house-elves to clean up everywhere, and polished the rusted armor to look like a mirror, but she was not from the castle. hostess.

  The hostess of some households will also clean the room herself and greet the distinguished guests, but as British wizards often say, it is difficult to order something for the house-elves.

   But is it her fault to develop such a habit? It wasn't that Albus taught her to be frugal, he even let her drink compound decoction to keep her short and chubby look.

  Albus is too repressed for his desires to be socialized by "saints" and purebloods like him.

  What did Draco call Harry? The saint Potter, who made two bursts in a row, didn't spit out. This was the result of Draco's aristocratic education.

   No wonder the house-elves didn't like her as much as they liked Severus, even though she was nice to them.

   But what is she to them? Malfoy just told the house-elves to clean and cook, and she did it with them, taking their jobs in a way.

  You live like a house elf.

  This is Georgiana's latest conclusion, will Queen Catherine be like her?

   A German woman who became the Russian tsar, she didn't even need to sit behind the curtain, but put on the king's crown herself, with a scepter and a royal orb in her hand.

   Well, she doesn't need to wear a crown like Ekaterina, and she has no interest in that crown of thorns. The last time she went to coordinate and deal with the conflicts between the Sever villagers and the British living in the military camp was the same. She actually wanted to settle at the bridgehead. Fortunately, Sever had a gorgeous and spacious conference room.

   Dinner with Severus at Victor Hugo's is the same thing, like a thief, an ordinary man wouldn't put up with such a bad "date".

   But he accommodated her and asked her to dance, saving the bad date.

"Wow!"

  Georgianna was taken aback, she turned her head and found Bonaparte with a smile on her face, he suddenly picked her up and circled.

   This person also danced silently with her.

   After about three or four turns, he put her down "Have you eaten lunch?"

"no."

"It happens that I don't have either, let's go." He led her, walking through this disrepaired and magnificent fortress, and not long after he came to a room, or it used to be a room, it had collapsed more than half, only The ruins are left, but from here you can see the excellent sea view.

   There were many fresh fruits on the tableclothed table, including tropical ones, and there were also two dinner plates covered by silver hoods, and he opened one of them...

   "What is this?" said Georgiana, looking at the "food".

   "You'll know when you taste it." He said embarrassedly.

  Georgianna looked at him suspiciously.

   If any cook did this, he would have been fired long ago.

   "You did this?" she said in disbelief.

   He did not answer.

   "You know I have a meeting this afternoon, right? If I have diarrhea at the meeting..."

   He looked disappointed.

   She looked up at the sky and asked silently.

   God, what else do you want from me?

   She sat down silently, and took a bite of what was on the plate...

   "I tasted beef." She savoured the dishes like wine. "And potatoes."

   "It's Hungarian beef soup." He sat down impatiently, picked up the spoon and tasted the dish he made, and immediately called out, "Why is it so bland."

   "You forgot to put the salt." She called the salt shaker placed in the middle of the table with the Flying Charm, and said, "Fortunately, I didn't put it, and I can save it."

   He patted the cutlery on the table, shaking the table, then stood up, walked over to her, and stretched out his hand.

   She felt that she had handed the salt shaker to him.

   Then he returned to his seat with the salt shaker and sprinkled salt on his dishes.

   She didn't ask him why he remembered to cook by himself. Although he is not very good in this field compared with other talents, he should be in a good mood before he came. I hope what she just said didn't ruin this "date".

   Maybe she can save it.

   "What are you thinking?" he asked casually.

   "Rembrandt," she said casually. "I like his work."

   He slowly raised his head.

   "I heard he was buried in Amsterdam. Can we go to his grave this time?"

   "You want to go to Holland?" He blinked blue eyes and smiled politely.

   "I don't want to be assassinated on the road like Archduke Ferdinand and give back Girl with a Pearl Earring," she said.

   "Who is Archduke Ferdinand?"

   She found herself saying superfluous words.

   "You like blue? That's why you decorated the conference room with blue?" he asked again.

   "That's right," she replied immediately.

   Then he stopped talking and started to concentrate on eating.

   "At least don't take other people's good paintings and take them away." She said in vain, "I don't need the originals, I like the replicas as well."

   "I can grant you this request." He said with a smile.

   "What about the girl who returned the pearl earring?"

   He stopped talking again, keeping a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth.

   She rolled her eyes and continued to eat the lunch that looked a bit like Hungarian beef. After adding salt, the taste improved a bit, but it was still a long way from being delicious, but at least it was not poisonous. Her afternoon meeting should be held normally.

   (end of this chapter)