Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1554 "Little Citizens"

  Dante’s Divine Comedy has Virgil as his mentor and guide, and Giorgioanna does not intend to let Corsicans play this role.

  However, it is undeniable that “dating” with him in Paris is indeed different from most people.

  At the Carnival in Venice, the nobles dressed as ordinary people and ordinary people dressed as nobles will wear masks and gather together in the crowded and narrow streets to sing and dance. The market of Saint Laurent on the right bank of the Seine in Paris and the market of Saint Germain on the left bank of Paris were in decline after the French Revolution, so the avenue of the temple has become an indispensable place to celebrate festivals and hold performances.

The central area of ​​this avenue is located at the Arc de Triomphe of Saint-Denis, the Porte Saint-Martin and the Angoulême Road. It is the real dividing line between east and west Paris. Usually the nobility and the property class are not willing to go too far with the ordinary people and lower-class people of Paris. Nearly, and the working class is unwilling to step into the rich area that is still ruled by the old system. People on this road will really feel the difference between the two worlds.

However, there are many theaters and stages on both sides of this road. Every night, various comedy performances on both sides of the boulevard always stage scenes of assassination, poisoning or strangulation. Some large theaters can hold more than 3,000 seats, and small The theater can also hold five hundred people. In front of the ticket counter, the leader promoted the program schedule or advertised a certain plot, trying to attract the attention of customers, so this main road is also known as the "crime avenue."

A public carriage drawn by horses and rails was built around this main road. The loop from the Bastille to the Madeleine Cathedral. The poor can also take a carriage after enjoying the nightlife with only a few centimes. Go home.

  When Napoleon was young, he couldn't afford to go to such high-end places as the French Theater. After returning to Paris from the Alps, he took her to these "not suitable places for girls".

During the day, the cafes under the Italian-style arcades on both sides of the street are overcrowded. When night falls, the theater building is looming in the shade of the trees on both sides of the street. The lights in the hall are getting darker and darker, and a pair of eyes are shining in the dark. .

Immediately after the lights on the stage turned on, a woman in gorgeous costumes danced Bharata in oriental music. The dancers expressed rich feelings through their bodies and distances, such as war and peace, love and hate, happiness and sad.

  This kind of dance dances vigorously and powerfully, with a large range of movements, which is completely different from the cautious court dance.

  There is a red dot in the center of the actor's forehead, which is very similar to the Bodhisattva, but that represents the third eye of the Lord Shiva. Legend has it that when the dancer starts dancing, the eye is open, allowing insight into the past, present, and future, and it also means that they can pray to the gods.

After watching the performance, Leon would take her to the pub for a drink and supper. Harry would definitely be shocked the first time he went to the Broken Cauldron Bar. It was dark and there were so many suspicious people in it, and there were others in the bar. Smoking inside.

  For some unknown reason, the black cat, a poor animal, was regarded as the incarnation of the devil. From the Middle Ages until later, it has been regarded as a symbol of bad luck. This tavern is where the "bad kids" meet.

  There are also gangs in Paris, which can be roughly divided into those in red, gray, and feather hats. When they have conflicts that need to be dealt with and don’t want to use a knife to resolve them, they will come to the Black Cat Tavern to negotiate.

  In addition to the usual catering, this tavern also has an underground casino. However, the gambling in this casino is not card and roulette, but boxing, or kicking is more suitable.

  British boxing is only allowed with hands, while French "boxing" is only allowed with legs. It looks a bit like the predecessor of free fighting, but not as **** as Muay Thai. Although the fighter's nose is blue and swollen, it is not fatal. Napolioni did a good job of lower limb exercises, and Giorgioanna wanted to persuade him to fight once, but other "boxers" had long legs. His short legs would suffer, so she had to give it up.

  What kind of civility and politeness are spoken on this occasion? Of course it was going to be yelling. Georgian had put two gold Louis on the "boxer" in the red vest. She didn't care about the odds, anyway, she was going to yell out loud.

Many people who watched the game wore masks like Napolioni. When dramas of assassination, poisoning, and strangulation were staged in the local theater, the real story was staged here. The underground world was of course and orderly. The clean and tidy ground world is different, even the rich and poor areas are different.

For some nobles, the humiliation is more unbearable than vulgar. Some people will live in squalid slums and small attics, thinking about the new assassination plan and will not beg for Napoleon. Maybe they still remember that they were in the military academy. A Corsican foreigner who was bullied by his French classmates.

  When the snack hawker passed by her, she bought strawberry-flavored ice cream. She took a bite and found it was good, and then she fed Bonaparte a bite. He left so many things to play with her, shouldn't he be rewarded?

  Later in the early hours of the morning, they set foot on the carriage. At this time, the streets of Paris were already filled with dense fog, and they did not look like Paris at all, but rather like London.

  After the car door closed, he began to become irregular, she let him do it for a while, and then pushed him away.

  He almost fell to the ground, and she took this opportunity to tighten her shawl.

   "Why refuse." He said in a strange French.

  "Didn't you still regret it two days ago?" She said angrily, "There is still so much trouble waiting for you to deal with."

  He posted, holding her like a little prodigal.

   "I went into that house." Napoleone said softly in her ear, "That room is called leones. The books in it are not just history, but also monsters, monsters, and scientific works."

  Georgiana took a taste.

   "True genius." She couldn't help but say like Ron, "There are all lies in it."

   "I can understand why there are unicorn books in it, but why science..."

   "Unicorns exist." Georgiana said solemnly.

  Napolioni shook his head in disbelief.

   "I just don't understand why they put science books where they think they are fabricating lies."

  Georgiana remembered the thesis that the scientist said that global warming is caused by cattle farting to produce greenhouse gases.

   "Perhaps because science replaced theology and used it to explain everything." Georgiana said, "Do you believe there are things that science can't explain?"

   "For example?"

   "Love."

  The French academician did not sneer.

  He raised his hand and used his thumb to tuck the hair around her ear behind her ear.

   "Are you happy today?"

  She nodded.

   "Do you think you will fall in love with me?"

  She did not answer immediately.

  She still remembers the way he walked in front of her when he took her to the underground tavern. She looked very free and easy, full of self-confidence, and very masculine.

   "I can feel it." He said softly, "You have someone else in your heart."

  She thinks, this is actually not that hard to guess.

   "I understand your pain." He said sadly, "This is what I am going through now."

  "What does that book about unicorns write about?" She began to change the subject.

  He was silent for a while and then said, "That book is about setting up traps to trap unicorns. The kind of animals like pure girls."

  Georgiana was stunned.

   "Guess which room you would go to if you went to that house?"

   "Then I will play a crossword first." She teased and said sarcastically.

   "I heard that there is a room that has not been opened yet." He said, "fonsadae, do you know what this means?"

  "This is Latin, meaning the origin of Adam." Georgiana whispered.

  He smiled, "Why is it Adam instead of Eve?"

"I think it's obvious, isn't it?" Georgian said calmly. "God created a partner for him to make Adam's life more happier. As for Eve's happiness, God doesn't care, because Adam is. His beloved son."

  Napolioni stared at her.

"A woman is not a toy, Leon, don't fight like a child." Georgiana said, that was the story she had just heard. Two young people were fighting because of a blonde girl, and neither of them died. Both young men were exiled to Guyana, and the blonde was still dancing in the ballroom, because her hair was like a golden helmet, so she got the nickname "Golden Helmet".

  He rebelliously said "No!"

   Then he lowered his head and kissed her again.

"boom!"

  Georgiana heard a gunshot, almost subconsciously thinking of the escaped sharpshooter Fornier.

   "The windows are not broken." Bonaparte reminded in a low voice, "I'm fine."

   "What's going on?" Georgiana asked.

  "This is a sinful city." Napolioni fell on the sofa and said tiredly, "Don't make a fuss when you hear the gunshots."

  She can’t explain.

   "Maybe God made Eve to make his life happy, but I think he did it completely counterproductive." Leon said calmly.

   "I hope you will be happy," she whispered.

  He sneered as if he didn't believe it at all, and tightened her, her arm was more powerful than she thought, after all, he was also the one who raised the banner.

  (End of this chapter)