Harry Potter Morning Light

After graduating from Harvard at the age of twenty-four, Charles Bonaparte easily became a lawyer at Channing \u0026 LLP.

Thanks to the support of his wife, Ellen Channing, the daughter of a jurist in Connecticut, he easily passed the Ivy League school, which is almost impossible for most civilians. They started in Charlie and went to lawyers. Married before working in the firm.

For a top law firm, the most important thing is not the income, but the reputation of the firm, the high-quality clients that the firm can provide, and the presence of well-known lawyers.

Charlie Bonaparte met all the conditions, coupled with Channing's proper management, Channing Law Firm has a history of more than 100 years since its opening in 1860, and has offices in major cities around the world. Everything from corporate mergers and acquisitions, real estate, trade, finance, overseas infrastructure projects to marriage law.

What else can a divorced couple do? Of course, it is cutting property. For respectable people, the less people know about this kind of scandal, the better. The offices of the lawyers handling the cases at Channing Law Firm are located in the new city in the western suburbs of Paris, and the offices for receiving customers are in the city. In a house full of neoclassicalism in the center. The hostess of the house is a hospitable Spanish art intermediary. Not all couples come to this house to go through divorce procedures, and some come to buy paintings. Of course, occasionally she will open one or two new artists. art exhibition. Occasionally, one or two young artists would become the chief culprit in the destruction of other people's families. At this time, her husband would provide legal assistance. They were really "unique" couples.

The pale and sallow face of the old Slytherin bat appeared unapproachable due to lack of expression, but the doorman of the apartment had seen more "unlucky" guests, as seen in his Italian handmade suit and leather shoes, as well as two entourages For the sake of this, even without an appointment, the guard let the group of people into the terrazzo hall.

The lights here are also on in broad daylight, not because the light is bad, but because the light makes the house look more magnificent, and no one cares about "energy saving" and "environmental protection".

There is no elevator in the old apartment in Paris, and everyone has to go up the stairs. Conseil knocked lightly on a mahogany double door, and soon there was a sweet female voice inside, and he immediately explained in standard French The reason for my coming, the door opened not long after, and there was a French maid standing behind the door.

The maid certainly wasn't wearing one of the maid-themed dresses that Victoria's Secret sells, she looked like she was in her late 40s, almost 50, with a wrinkled face and a vintage knee-length dress , wearing an apron around his waist, he seemed to do his best to keep himself out of "restlessness".

"Master is not at home now." The maid said in English, "You can leave a message."

"We can wait," said Conseil.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Severus bumped away from the maid and walked into the apartment.

The walls of this high-ceilinged apartment are painted a passionate red, facing the street, there are floor-to-ceiling windows that almost reach the ceiling, and the beautiful Parisian street scene can be seen through the tulle.

Severus' gaze didn't stay there for long, and he turned to a glass door facing the main door. This was a spacious office. There was a bald middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, holding a Looking at the phone, he didn't panic when he saw Severus coming, so he put down the phone calmly.

"Do you need any help, sir?" said the middle-aged man.

"You're Lawrence?" Severus asked haughtily.

"That's right." The middle-aged man replied.

"Do you know Pierre Bronniard?"

"He's a friend of my wife's," replied Lawrence.

"Then do you know his other secret identity?"

Lawrence's eyes flickered, and then he asked, "What do you mean?"

Severus placed a Senet chess piece on Lawrence's table.

"Know this?" he smirked.

Lawrence said nothing.

"What are your employer's conditions?" Severus asked.

Laurence reached for the drawer, but Felix raised his wand.

"Be careful," said Felix, and went around behind the desk. "Which drawer are you going to open?"

"The bottom one," Lawrence said.

Then Felix opened the drawer, which contained a wooden box that looked old, with a gilded lion relief from Napoleon's First Empire period on it.

Felix glanced at Severus, took out the wooden box, and put it on the table, and then Lawrence took a necklace from his neck with a yellow diamond cross covered with vines.

"I didn't expect it would come in handy one day," Lawrence said, looking at Severus.

"What do you mean?" Severus said.

"My father was a collector of Napoleon's items. He collected Napoleon's books, his will and this wooden box."

"What's in it?"

"One part of the manuscript, in which Napoleon once thought of being a novelist when he was young, contains a marvelous story, and the one in the box was inherited by Charles Bonaparte, who had no children with his wife, and the other part is in his Private Secretary Menival."

"What was it about?" Severus asked.

"You know what it's about." Lawrence said, staring at Severus, "if you're really Mr. Smith."

Severus didn't speak.

"I don't think you know, but Charles Bonaparte's first customer was named Melissa Smith, and her land in North Carolina was illegally taken, and she couldn't get her property back, and she couldn't ask Public enforcers came to evict residents who flouted the law, so Melissa came to Charles Bonaparte for legal aid, and he gave her a piece of advice."

"Where are her father and husband?"

"Her father is dead, and no one will marry her because she is half Indian." Lawrence said with a smile, "That's why the law enforcement officers didn't drive out the people who invaded her land. Born in the United States, and her father is an American, the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution has given her powers. A strictly disciplined paper militia is needed to ensure the security of a free state. The right of the people to keep and wear weapons is inviolable. Anyone over 18 years old You can buy a long gun, and at 21 you can buy a pistol."

"Why can you buy a pistol at 21?" Felix asked.

"Long guns are easy to be found, and pistols are easy to hide. Aren't you worried that I have a pistol in my drawer?" Lawrence looked at Felix, and then turned his gaze to Severus. She pulled the trigger to protect her own land, so at Charlie's suggestion, Melissa took two pistols, came to the church of illegal residents like in a western movie, and took out the guns at the end of the mass. She came out and pointed at everyone, and she warned the farmers that she would shoot if they made a move, and told them to leave the illegally encroached land."

"Did she shoot?" Severus asked.

"Shooting a shot through the ceiling, that savage Indian woman didn't know the rules about not using weapons in church, and the squatters left her land immediately, and Charlie and Melissa became very close over the next few years , even including financial assistance." Lawrence paused, "What kind of woman do you think can reject a man like Bonaparte?"

Severus smiled. "Her wife knows?"

"Charlie never lies in court. If he thinks the probability of winning is too low, he will give up representing the case, and he never comforts the client. Instead, he will use true but harsh words to make the firm's clients flee. But at the same time he was generous, Melissa had no money to pay for a lawyer, and Charlie was basically her human rights lawyer."

"Sounds like he's a decent guy," Severus said lazily.

"Charlie was charming, like his ancestors, and he was friends with Theodore Roosevelt."

"How did they know each other?" Conseil asked curiously.

"They both belong to the National League for Civil Service Reform, which is a non-governmental organization that investigates corruption in federal government officials. I like Charlie more than his ancestor Napoleon. I keep this box because I want to collect Charlie's things. I Not interested in Napoleon's smelly shirt." Lawrence thrust the cross into the keyhole "I want to keep this box, and you can take what's in it."

"What if I don't say yes?" Severus asked.

"Then I will use extreme measures to protect the safety of myself and my family." Lawrence growled like a pit bull, eyes widening. "Trust me, you don't want an enemy like me."

Everyone was staring at Severus, as if waiting for his next reaction.

"I hate lawyers," Severus said. "Take me to your client."

"I haven't met him," Lawrence said. "I've only talked to him on the phone."

"Contact him." Felix pointed his wand at Lawrence, then picked up his mobile phone and made a call. It seemed that he had done a lot of threatening things, and he looked so sophisticated at such a young age that he looked like a habitual offender.