Harry Potter Morning Light

The riots in the crystal ball are still going on, and the streets of Paris are in a mess. It is no longer the romantic capital of the past. The luxury stores on both sides of the street were demolished beyond recognition, but no one went in to grab the contents. People doused gasoline and set fire to all those expensive goods.

In order to prevent the fire from spreading, the fire brigade tried to rush through the crowd and put out the fire on those shops, but the demonstrators blocked the fire trucks and did not allow them to move forward. As a result, the fire not only burned the luxury store, but also the residential buildings upstairs. Someone tied a bed sheet to the iron railing and ran to the ground along it. Armored vehicles and military police appeared on the streets, as if Paris had become a battlefield.

"Paparacelsus," exclaimed Gonseil, "what's wrong with the world?"

"Why didn't you see the slogan?" Felix said, "Every demonstration will hold a slogan."

All three adults in the room looked at him.

"My dad's part-time job." Felix shrugged indifferently. "As long as someone pays, he will hold up the sign."

"The crystal ball can only reflect part of it," said Krimian, Nick Lemay's last student.

"At least they didn't attack anyone." Severus said lightly, "They're lucky."

"How can this be called luck?" cried Conseil, dissatisfied.

"During the French Revolution, the poor killed the nobles but did not move their belongings. Don't you think this is lucky?" Severus asked.

"This is savage!" said Conseil.

"That's right, it's too barbaric." Severus smiled sarcastically. "After two hundred years, we have indeed become a lot more civilized."

Conseil stared at him for a moment, then turned his gaze to the crystal ball, where Pomona's face appeared again.

"She's the only clue," said Crimean. "What about her now?"

"She's in a coma." Severus said lightly, "She's under a curse, and she'll be in a coma after a while."

Crimean looked at him suspiciously.

"Is there any way to stop it?" asked Conseil.

"This crystal ball shows the future." Crimian said, "The teacher said that it also appeared when Grindelwald caused chaos in Paris last time. Leta Lestrange died in the end, but he finally Stopped Grindelwald's plan."

"It's fate," Severus said dryly.

"I hate that statement." Conseil rubbed his face. "I think I've figured out what raise I want, boss."

"I won't help you save the city, but I will send someone."

"Who?" asked Conseil.

"A student from Pomona, a kid who has nothing to do after graduation." Severus said blankly, "I'll tell you when we get back."

"What will he do?" asked Conseil.

"On the point of being nosy, their faction has been passed on."

"White wizard's disciples still have sects?" asked Conseil.

"I inherited the alchemy of the White Wizard, and she inherited the 'good heart' of the White Wizard."

"Are you planning not to 'mind your own business'? Even if you know that the whole of Europe will fall into chaos?" Crimean said in disbelief.

Severus sneered. "I'm not a hero."

"Are you so fond of making enemies wherever you go?" asked Conseil.

"Looks like there's a reason why you didn't get the Order of Merlin," said Crimean.

Instead, Severus laughed.

"You're so funny." Severus smiled and shook his head. "Let's go, I'm hungry."

"What's the matter with him?" Crimean asked Conseil.

"I don't want to talk about the boss's privacy," said Gonceil, and then grabbed Felix's shoulder. "Come on, let's go to dinner."

"Could you please stop apparating." Felix said with a pale face.

"Would you like to go to the restaurant at the entrance of the alley?" Conseil asked Crimean.

Crimean looked hesitant.

"Come on," said Conseil friendly, "join us, friend."

"Who can make him less annoying?" asked Crimean.

"I don't think anyone can," Gonceil said with a smile. "That's his style."

"Not even Pomona?"

"You'd better not mention that name." Conseil suppressed his smile.

Kemilian looked at him in shock.

"How long are you going to discuss?" Severus asked from the door.

"What's wrong with him?" said Kemilian.

Conseil shook his head and left Nico Flamel's cabin with his arms around Felix's shoulders.

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In Egyptian legend, 14 gods are in charge of the waxing and waning of the moon. From new moon to full moon, a god will enter the moon, and from full moon to new moon, a god will leave.

Georgiana looked at the full moon in the sky at the castle of Saint-Germain-en-Lay. Such a bright moonlight did not need to be lit again. Napoleon converted the castle into a cavalry school. After nightfall, young people would go to the dormitory, and occasionally their noise and play could be heard.

Everything seemed to be back to the past, the difference was that the person she was waiting for was different.

Remus transforms every full moon, and there are many thoughts in her mind, both the experience of confronting Sirius and James Potter against the werewolf in the Shrieking Shack, and under the moonlight, the old bat used himself The scene where the body protects the "Iron Triangle".

Even though Albus Dumbledore gave Remus a fair education, Remus still didn't change his fate, he was still poor and poor, and all because he was a werewolf.

Girls in the non-magical world are not as hostile to mixed-race Veela as girls who grew up in the magical world. Lily was also excluded in school, so they became good friends.

The time of studying was wonderful. After graduation, everyone went their separate ways. Even though it was agreed to get together frequently, there were very few old classmates who could meet in the end.

Classmates, let alone teachers, fortunately, Georgiana occasionally receives gifts from students with owls, including a pearl hairpin, which she wore to the celebration banquet held at Malfoy Manor to celebrate Severus Adams' improved wolfbane potion was nominated for an award.

That day she was wearing a dress like moonlight, socializing with those "old acquaintances" who she knew herself but didn't seem to know her. I met such a beautiful girl.

Her happy memory was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who?" Georgiana asked aloud.

"It's me," said Mr. Ripo from the door.

Georgiana pointed her wand at the double wooden door, and it swung open as if by invisible hands.

Mr. Ripo was a little surprised, but not too surprised. He was holding a stack of books in his hand, which looked like some kind of disguise.

"You shouldn't have told him now," said Mr Ripo.

"What?"

"The French will not sincerely help Portugal achieve their expected goals regarding Portuguese property." Mr. Ripo said, "After the Nantes amnesty was promulgated, French businessmen once prevented the Portuguese from recruiting French craftsmen. They did not want the Portuguese silk industry Steal their share."

“Is it true that the Portuguese Inquisition punished English wine merchants for heresy because they were practicing Dionysus?” Georgiana asked.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Don't worry about where I heard it, tell me the truth."

"The state religion of England is Protestantism."

"Oh." Georgiana suddenly realized.

"I didn't know you were such a talkative woman," said Mr Ripo.

"Napoleon and the church have not yet fully reconciled, and he dare not easily touch the property of the Portuguese church and the Inquisition." Georgiana said frivolously, "Brittany has finally calmed down."

"He intends to parade in Rouen. If he does that, King George III will also parade. This is a very dangerous signal."

"how do you know?"

"Are you going to the parade?" asked Mr Ripo.

"I don't want to go, but how much choice do I have?"

"You can pretend to be sick."

Georgiana laughed, she really wanted a Weasley brother's quick skip candy right now.

"British fur traders knew that the Americans wanted to bypass them and trade with the French. Addington prevented Baring Brothers from continuing to intervene in the Louisiana acquisition, but maybe they will backtrack."

"So, what's your suggestion?" Georgiana asked impatiently.

"I thought you knew, Princess Full Moon." Ribo placed the book heavily on the table.

"What?"

"Didn't you say you were a teacher?"

"I quit!" she yelled.

Mr. Ripo ignored her at all, turned around and left.

"Unbelievable," Georgiana murmured. "What's going on in the world?"

She turned to look at the books brought by Mr. Ripo. They were all related to theology, and they were all in Latin. The covers looked brand new, and they seemed to be copies from the collection of the church library.

She threw those books aside, and then called Belle to teach her how to dance Egyptian dances. Now she thinks dancing is very interesting. The key is that she can also dance for Bonaparte. The feeling of being appreciated makes her very happy. Although he was young enough to be her son, he was not underage...