Harry Potter Morning Light

"Sit down, please," Lyle Meyer said to the guests.

There are two chairs across from his desk.

"I think Mr. Messenger means you can sit down, Kreacher," Severus said to the old house-elf.

Kreacher looked at the surrounding humans, and they all looked at it with calm eyes.

"Kreacher would rather stand," said the old house-elf, rubbing his bony paws.

Severus ignored it and found a chair to sit down.

"What's his condition?" Severus asked straight to the point.

"First of all, let me clarify our position." Lyle said, "As a neutral party, if you have any conditions and requirements, we can also convey them on your behalf..."

"You don't seem to be in such a hurry to get the map anymore." Severus interrupted Lyle with a sneer. "What did he promise you?"

"Another woman, Lily with the red hair." Lyle sat back in the chair. "He can bring her back."

"That's impossible." Severus looked at Lyall sullenly.

"Let me do the math for you, Mr. Snape, one minute here is equivalent to eight hours in the other world, one day is three minutes, one hour is twenty days, and one day is almost equal to one over there." After 6 years, when the entrance to the passage is opened again, she is no longer the woman you know, and you will not get any benefits if you don't accept his conditions."

"You want to tell me that this world is heaven?" Severus laughed strangely.

Lyle smiled, "You've also heard of that oriental legend."

"A day in heaven is a year in the world. The gods living in heaven seem to be immortal, and there will be regular banquets, but there are still many fairies who want to go to the world. I am willing to try like them. ' Severus said slowly.

"You should listen to someone's kind reminder. She warned you that it was a trap. Why would you take the risk?"

"When she comes back, I'll listen to everything she says, except for one thing." Severus stood up. "She won't care about Muggles anymore."

"Even if the Dark Lord returns and executes the reign of terror seven years ago?"

Severus turned and left.

"I hope you can keep a clear head when you come next time, Mr. Snape." Lyle said slowly, "You only have one elf as your entourage now?"

"Call out that elf from yesterday, I can't trust it."

"We have disciplined Polkadot..."

"Do you dare to stay here alone, Kreacher?" Severus interrupted Lyle again.

Kreacher looked at the humans around him and bowed humbly.

"Kreacher obeys the master's orders."

"Let that Poka teach Kreacher yesterday's magic, and I'll help you find the map." Severus stared at Lyall and said, "No matter what benefits he promises you, you can't believe what that shameless man said, I It seems that you are the one who needs to clear your head."

"If the Dark Lord hadn't been resurrected, I wouldn't take the conditions he said, Lily, seriously." Lyle repeated the name on purpose. "That's against the rules. In my long life, I have encountered Many people like you, you think that as long as you call your lover back, everything will be the same as before, I don't want to say that, young man, the veela hybrid brought you shame, you will always think about what she went through What, what Lily brought you was glory."

"One more word." Severus looked at Lyle with red eyes.

"She's not clean, I thought all blood purists like 'pure'." Lyle sneered.

Severus smiled, turned and left.

After he was gone, the smile on Lyle's face disappeared.

"Take our guests down," Lyle ordered.

A ginger-haired wizard led Kreacher out of the study.

When Kreacher left, Lyle let out a long sigh.

"I don't think it's a wise decision to provoke such a person." Nadia walked to Lyle and said respectfully.

"There's no way we'd be an ally with him," Lyle said. "At this point, it's easier to gain his trust by showing false friendship than real hostility."

"You might think I'm cowardly, but I was scared just now." Nadia said tremblingly.

"Are you sure you're afraid, not in love with him?" Lyle said flatly.

Nadia took a step back in horror.

"There are many reasons to make your heart beat wildly. I can understand you, Nadia, but I want to remind you that it is a waste to invest in that person. He will not fall in love with you."

"Is it because I'm old?" Nadia said breathlessly, "Or is it because I'm not as pretty as her?"

"I teach you knowledge in the hope that you can use your brain to think... go on." Lyle said holding back his anger.

Nadia left with a face full of dissatisfaction.

After the study door was closed again, Lyle opened the drawer and took out a letter from it. In the lower right corner of the letter was the Deathly Hallows, or Grindelwald's logo.

"Unexpectedly, I also lost to you in teaching students." Lyle smiled wryly, "I really grew up so many years."

Lyle said and closed his eyes, covering where his heart was, as if immersed in a memory, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

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"What are you doing!" Miss Georgiana's new guardian, Mr. Shaputal, threw a freshly printed brochure of edible plants on his desk.

Judging from his tone and expression, Georgiana was sure it was not a compliment.

Since the lord has already said that he wants to open a sugar factory, even if the dairy factory is not happy, he must vacate the office for her to use.

She didn't know anything about beet sugar, and she had to wait for Shaputal to come to start planning. As a result, he got out of the carriage and yelled at Georgiana as soon as he arrived at his office.

If it was an ordinary 20-year-old girl, she would have been crying, but Georgiana noticed a detail. Some people like the gorgeous style of the Bourbon court, and some people like to wear black suits. This is everyone's own identity. Although Jean-Antoine Chaputal is a cultural person, he has a military demeanor in every gesture. This may be because he is a chemist who makes gunpowder.

Britain has controlled saltpeter, and France needs new chemical methods to make gunpowder. In addition to the reform of educational affairs and the purchase of food, the "heavy minister" Shaputal should be very busy, but he still took time to look at the records of the people he wanted to supervise. Written booklet.

"What's the problem?" She swallowed and asked.

"You didn't indicate at all which of these plants are edible as a whole and which are not." Shaputal knocked on the pamphlet and said sternly, "Are there any sick people who can't eat specific ingredients? Do you think there are only healthy people among the hungry people?"

Only then did Georgiana remember that some people are allergic to nuts. Fortunately, there was no batch printing, otherwise there would be big trouble.

"Thank you for your advice." She immediately said humbly, "I didn't think carefully."

Although the angry Mr. Shaputal's face was still ugly, his tone was not as aggressive as before.

After all, she is a girl, and men are more gentle and restrained in front of girls.

He listed some more precautions, wrote it into a list and handed it to Georgiana, and then he began to talk to her about the raw materials for sugar making.

Sugarcane sugar production is purely by pressing, beet sugar production is by extraction, but also storage and stacking. The sugar factory in Rambouillet is just a pilot, and the real industrialized sugar factory will be opened in other cities.

The ambition of the Corsican is to open sugar factories in Frankfurt and Magdeburg. He said that he once dreamed that he was on the banks of the Main River, and there was a doe walking on the bank.

The picture he described was beautiful, but he was slapped by Georgiana. He still doesn't know why he was slapped.

She doesn't understand chemical engineering, but she expects that with a little adjustment of equipment, a civilian sugar factory can be converted into a military gunpowder factory. She'd read in spy novels that agents could make bombs out of sugar, and she wished she didn't know much about it.

Milk, sugar, and nuts would be assembled into chocolates, cakes, and candies in her mind, while Napoleon would think of gunpowder, taxes, and wars, and they were not from the same world.

Authorities tend to have an arrogant temper. Buying food requires dealing with data. It is normal for Shaputal, who has social status and respect, to be replaced by a speculator.

If it were any other minister, Bonaparte would not pay attention at all. Georgiana saw how he lectured the minister, but he asked Georgiana to coax Shaputal, who had messed up the errand. Not really angry at being replaced, the friendship of men is really puzzling.

July 14 is the anniversary of the founding of the Republic. On that day, Rambrier's feast will also be held. At that time, Bonaparte will award medals to those who have made outstanding contributions to the Republic. The task entrusted to her by the "Commander-in-Chief" is to persuade Shapthal accepted the honor.

Ordinary people scramble for what they want, but Shaputal refuses. Whoever said that women's hearts are difficult to guess, obviously men's hearts are also difficult to guess.

She was indoctrinated, and then Shapthal left her warm chair and went out looking for land suitable for a new factory.

"Can beets be planted in summer?" Georgiana murmured to herself in a daze. She seemed to be setting aside part of the cultivated land to open a nursery.

"Are you so busy?" Just as she was passing by the stairs, she heard Bonaparte's voice.

"Do you have that much free time?" She stared at the First Consul who was wearing black casual clothes and standing against the wall.

He was really young, the dairy accountant was about his age, but his status was very different.

He hooked his fingers around hers.

"Miss me?"

She looked into his deep eyes, and it was difficult for her to connect this gentle man with the god of war on the battlefield.

"What are you looking at?" He asked her with a bewitching smile.

"I'm trying to tell if you're a god or a devil," she whispered.

"Come here, I have a present for you."

"It's working time."

"I think the factory manager will definitely agree to let you rest for a while." The rich bastard said proudly.

She would like to see what tricks he will play.

So he took the documents in his hand and followed him.