Harry Potter Morning Light

Georgiana's ears were smoking.

Napoleoni thought it was a very funny thing, and kept staring at her and laughing.

She picked up a book on the desk and threw it in his face, trying to knock the smile off his face.

"Why did you beat me?" He held the book thrown at him and asked knowingly.

"It's no fun!" she said seriously. "If Matilda hadn't come in, I'm afraid I'd have to soak in the bathtub all night."

"Why don't you use magic?"

"Is that what you want to say?" she said in disbelief. "There is a man..."

"Ghost," he corrected, before laughing. "I never knew ghost stories could be so funny."

She was too lazy to continue talking to him, and took away the books on the table, planning to search for information in another place, and see what "gift" to send Carloman back to the cemetery in Italy.

In the end, he followed, as if he wanted to continue to observe the smoke from her ears, so she put down the book and covered her ears with both hands.

"Why are you covering it?" He tried to tear her hand off.

She kicked him.

"It's all your fault!"

"How is it my fault?"

"Caroman wouldn't have come if it wasn't for the question you had in mind." Georgiana said, staring into his blue eyes. "Are you thinking of Joseph or Hortense's son as heir?"

He restrained the smile on his face, but was so strong that he tore her hands off.

"How did you do it?" he asked, as if he still suspected that Georgiana had done something "magic" for him.

"This is a side effect of drinking the potion." She repeated impatiently, "What about my question?"

"Is he there now?" asked Napoleoni.

"Yes." Georgiana pointed upstairs. "He lives in the stone oak tree on the roof."

"You think he can give me the answer?" He said, squeezing her hand.

"I think he can give you a reference." She replied honestly, "There is such a possibility."

He was silent for a while, and then said slowly and lowly, "When I was a general, I thought that if someone gave me a ten-year term of office, I would soon become a life-long term. But after going through so many things, I think I am old, and the vast majority of people are credulous, even if a few people have doubts, they dare not speak out."

"It's like the Emperor's New Clothes," said Georgiana sullenly. "There needs to be a bold kid who speaks the truth."

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" asked Napoleoni.

"That's what Buddhists think."

"It would be great if people could be reincarnated with memories, and I will succeed my son to rule, so that I will be loved by people."

Georgiana was a little dazed, what was he talking about?

"It's never against the times to be kind, but if you only do good deeds, people will think you are a weak and deceitful fool. Do you think the people really chose Pepin because the Pope crowned him?"

She thought for a moment, shaking her head.

"You can say what you want." He gently encouraged.

"The Merovingian royal family doesn't only do good deeds..." she muttered in a low voice.

"anything else?"

"The offspring of Clovis are more incompetent than the next, and the government is actually in the hands of Pepin."

"I'll tell you a secret." He lowered his voice and said, "When I was a child, my mother told me, Leon, you're going to be a ruler in the future, and Corsica has nothing but a ruler of its own. Some people are born to rule, and some people are born to rule, but they are ruled by others. My son will be ruled one day by those pedantic people. The teacher taught me to be weak and deceitful, that's why I wish I could be reincarnated, can magic do this?"

Georgiana looked at him calmly.

There was a wizard named Voldemort who did it, but to be precise he was not resurrected, but reincarnated, because his new body was not given to him by his mother.

This wizard has a complete memory, not other Horcrux fragments, such as the soul in Riddle's diary, only 16-year-old memory, but he is a wizard, Leon is just a Muggle, although if he It is easy to murder a person, but he does not have the ability to split the soul.

"Tell me what's on your mind?" he said softly.

"I'm thinking of Francois I." Georgiana said casually, "His mother also told him, my son, you will be the king in the future."

"Which book did you read that from?" He raised her hand and looked at her nails.

"Knowledge is not only written in books, but also passed on orally." She said with a smile, "You should listen to the secret language in the Louvre."

He dropped her hand and looked into her eyes.

"Look," he said flippantly, "an Italianized Englishman."

"You say I'm a devil?" she said in disbelief.

"Louis XIV's mother is Austrian, how could you think she is from the Medici family?"

"I don't remember any Louis whose mother was from the Medici family," she said confusedly.

"It was Louis XIII. After the assassination of Henry IV, he was succeeded by his 9-year-old son and regent by the Queen Mother Marie de Medici. She reused Concini, and the trade and prestige of France were greatly damaged. This situation was overcome when Seleu came to power." Bonaparte whispered "Is this what you and your husband plan? After my death you will be the queen regent and he will be in charge of ruling the country?"

Georgiana smiled and shook her head, "Your imagination is too rich, Leon."

He kissed her.

She was taken aback, and then the Italian whirlwind came toward her like a firestorm, and she was soon dazzled by his enthusiasm.

"Have you heard?" he whispered. "The princess of Naples was married in Madrid with great grandeur."

"Who is the groom?" She asked stupidly.

"Do you think I can replace him?" he asked in a low voice.

Georgiana said nothing.

"As long as your heart is with me, I don't mind if you have a few British friends." He continued, "Even my blood and blood have British allies, let alone you."

Georgiana was astonished.

"I can also accept moderate royalists." He still said softly, "I can't give them titles and official positions. If I do that, what will others think?"

"He did a lot for me."

"I've done a lot for you too." He said angrily, "Even a heart made of ice should be melted."

She wanted to tell him about the tobacco trade plan she had thought up last night.

But she stared into his eyes and felt that this was not what he wanted to hear now.

"I approached you to get revenge on him." She said a little out of control, "You are the kind of person he hates the most."

He sneered, "It seems that even a wizard can't predict what a woman will do."

He looked down at her belly, and rubbed his beautiful hands on her waist "Generous giving is followed by plundering, you know, when people start feeling wanting because of giving, will stretch out their hands to the wealth of others, and thus, though they hope to win the goodwill of men by being good-doers, they end up with no more kindness from their victims than the hatred they draw from the plundered, you Do you know who said this?"

"Cicero," she whispered. "Machiavelli quoted it in The Prince."

"I also want to be a good person, but you also saw how Louis XVI ended up in the end."

"Who do you want to rob again?" She said sadly.

He smiled mysteriously, "I agree to your request. I will not put all British civilians in prison. In fact, you don't need to ask me at all, and I will agree."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not British, you can ask every British prisoner how they are doing in France?"

She thought about herself, and understood why Bonaparte was treated kindly by the British after he was finally imprisoned.

"You need to accumulate virtue." She said dryly, "It will benefit you in the future."

"I'm not a villain who bullies others and takes their wives... Do you want me to be that kind of person?"

Georgiana shook her head.

"Then what should you do?"

I will divorce him.

The words came to her lips but couldn't come out.

"I made a mistake," she trembled. "I want to spend the rest of my life repenting."

He didn't speak right away.

"Please send me to the monastery..."

"You have to understand that I did this for the sake of our dignity." Leon interrupted her. "The divorce will be a relief for him, and he will have a new life."

"Actually, without me..."

"I love you, Georgiana." He interrupted her again. "I'll retire when France returns to order and prosperity, and I find a suitable successor. Don't you like Venice? We'll live there later. "

She looked at him in despair.

"There will be such a day." He said firmly, as if encouraging the soldiers.

"Think about nationalizing steel first!" she said angrily. "Your brothers don't love me."

"When they just want to make money for themselves like those revolutionaries, they are not my brothers." He said a little willfully.

"They are your cronies, you can't do this!" she said angrily.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Tobacco can be trafficked through neutral countries to drive a wedge between them and England," she said deadpan.

"You're going to help me at the expense of England?" he laughed.

"Monopoly is not a good thing after all. Only competition can make progress." She said encouraging words in frustration.

"You still haven't solved the problem by saying that."

"I don't want to form a party!" she said angrily.

"Then there is only one way." He said frivolously, "Marriage, neither Leon Cour's grandson nor granddaughter is married."

"Who are you looking for... No, marriage is not a tool for exchange of interests."

"You look down on soldiers?" He asked back.

"NO!" she screamed.

"I have always hoped that the generals could marry the old nobles, but they would rather find a banker." Bonaparte said coldly, "They always say 'we', but 'we' are scattered, so I want to create The Legion of Honor, uniting the revolutionaries."

Georgiana didn't answer.

Logically speaking, it is best for the magistrate to be in charge of someone with a military background, but Napoleon chose from the electorate who paid the most taxes. It seems that in the end social order must return to the basis of property.

Which is more advanced, according to the amount of tax paid or a big dinner party like Henry Shaw Jr. to raise funds for the election?

So Draco used his family's money to buy broomsticks for the Slytherin children to use, so as to obtain the position of the team's Chaser, and was ridiculed by his godfather as "spoiled since childhood".

Georgiana is not worried about Lance, she is worried about Alice. Will such a noble lady marry a man who licks blood at the head of a knife and steps up to the position of general and marshal step by step?

"How about we go upstairs and 'go to the devil'?"

She didn't object and followed him obediently.

Although the tower is not the commanding height like Notre Dame de Paris, it can still overlook the scenery of Paris, and listen to the bells from a distance with the wind.

But this bell is not a warning signal, nor is it a coronation ceremony. It may be played for a couple who are getting married.