Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1985 "Eagle" and "Dove" (3)

The salon is not just a place where ladies and ladies provide parties, drinks and food for playwrights, poets, and critics. As a host, women sometimes need to use their own wit and elegance to mediate some people in the salon who have disputes over a topic. Circumstances, assume the role of "referee".

  It all depends on what kind of person the guests are. Most people are polite and talk about topics like art and fashion. Scenes like the one just now are still relatively rare.

  In short, Napoleon's face was not good-looking, perhaps because Georgiana didn't judge him to win.

  She was mentally prepared for this kind of thing, so when she was stopped before getting into the car, she didn't feel surprised at all.

   "Madam." The messenger said politely and handed a letter to her "Mr. Lestrange asked me to give it to you."

  She accepted the letter, which was covered with the badge of the Ministry of Magic.

   "What is this about?" Georgiana asked.

  "The problem of demarcation." The staff member of the French Ministry of Magic said, "Whose management scope does Brittany belong to, the ministers of the Ministry of Magic of the two countries are preparing to hold a summit in Le Havre."

   "Well..." Georgiana said with a headache.

   "If Le Havre is inconvenient, other cities will do." The staff of the Ministry of Magic said, "They are all waiting for you."

  Georgiana looked back at him.

  The young man bowed to her, then turned and left.

  Just as Georgeanna got into the carriage with the letter, the other side of the carriage door opened, and an angry Bonaparte sat opposite her.

   "What was that just now?" He asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

  "What do you mean?" Georgiana held up the letter in her hand, "I have another meeting in Le Havre to attend about the division of the border between the two Ministries of Magic."

   "I'm talking about your evaluation, what does it mean that he used his knowledge in scoring?" Bonaparte asked immediately.

  She sighed, "Don't care about winning or losing so much, Leon."

   "You said the same to that guy?" He asked, dissatisfied.

"If you win the debate, you can't decide anything. The monks used to argue for how many angels can stand on the tip of the needle. What's the point?" She pointedly said, "Don't forget that Louis XVI was too concerned about winning Britain and it cost so much. Fighting the War of Independence, you really should think about your leadership of the people."

  He laughed as if he had heard a joke, and then looked at her with abusive play.

   "What is your opinion?"

"Those Normandy cotton mill owners feel that their proximity to the sea and the UK is an advantage, and it will not be so simple to make them give up this advantage." She said solemnly, "They are rich and well-connected, if they feel that If you do no good to yourself, they will also fall to the British. Agriculture and animal husbandry can only be used to absorb the unemployed during the industrial transformation. You can't do it now."

  He looks very upset.

"Remember how it was written in the theory of the monarchy? If a person maintains integrity and does not harm others, he can't satisfy the big people, but he can satisfy the people. Do you think I support the use of child labor on the other side?" Georgina pointed out He said outside, "This is a way of killing chickens and getting eggs."

  "What?" He didn't seem to react, as if he didn't know the idiom.

  "Do you know the story of Jack and Magic Bean?"

   "I know." He was reluctant to say under her squinting eyes.

"After Jack climbed up the vine, he found a hen that could only lay golden eggs. The giant yelled at it every day,'Lay more eggs, you useless bird.' Only the sound of a beautiful harp can make it. Be quiet. There is also a story about a chicken laying golden eggs in Aesop’s fables. The wife thinks that the hen who can only lay golden eggs can lay golden eggs. There must be a lot of gold in her belly, so she urges her husband to take out all the golden eggs. This way, you don’t have to bother picking up eggs every day, but after the husband killed the hen, he found that there were no golden eggs in his stomach. The couple regretted it, but it was too late. They could have a golden egg every day. Now they have nothing. there is none left."

   Bonaparte looked at her silently.

"Don't force the hen who only lays golden eggs to lay more eggs like a giant, let alone kill the chicken who can lay golden eggs like the couple in Aesop's fables, forcing the hen to run with others too tightly, and Killing a chicken is not worth the gain. People will die sooner or later. Sooner or later, the older generation will not be able to do anything. If the new generation is not able to continue, then the advantages they have accumulated in the previous period will be lost. In short, you can't be so radical. "She covered her head, let her mind clear, and said, "You have to make them feel that Normandy's proximity to the sea and being close to the UK is no longer an advantage, so that they won't talk about tariffs with you anymore."

"Someone told me that the funds for building a factory in France will not be quickly repaid." He said listlessly. "Except for the daily production expenses and investment in building the factory, it will take a while to generate profits. British manufacturers invested The funds will be recovered soon."

"Yes, in the case of child labor and slavery." Georgiana said bitterly. "This is at the expense of renewable capacity. I am a woman. I don't want my children to be child laborers in the future, because I am afraid that I will lose my job as an adult and do not want to grow up."

  "Is this the reason why English women don't want to get married?" he asked.

  "You are talking about aristocratic women. There are still little girls who go to the factory to save dowry. This is similar to the farm and cider I told you. You can use them to accumulate dowry, but they can’t be used to feed the family."

  He laughed.

   "Why did he agree to propose to you once?"

   "At that time I thought I had no other choice." She looked at his gray-blue eyes and said.

   "I saved you?" he asked.

   "You set me free." She lowered her eyes, "But I feel that if I want to be saved, I must save myself."

  He reached out and lifted her chin.

  "A free woman should look into the eyes of others and speak." He smiled and said, "Tell me, how did I set you free?"

   "You may feel offended."

   "Speak straight." He said confidently.

   "You make me feel like I have a choice."

  He frowned, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.

   "It's like two boys chasing a girl, I can choose between you and him..."

  He laughed as if he felt incredible.

   "No one has pursued you?" He said with a smile.

   "There may be one." She said uncertainly, "But I always think I and him are just friends."

"When the Romans occupied Britain, they felt that Scotland had no value in occupation. Because there were only mountains, cold weather, and poor and unruly tribes, the price paid was much higher than the reward." Bonaparte used beautiful hands. , Stroking her cheek "They really don't have the eyes to appreciate beauty."

   "Perhaps it is because they are used to seeing each other, and there are similar scenery in the Alps." She trembled and said, "Have you been to Interlaken?"

  He sat on the sofa next to her and held her tight.

   "Did you go by yourself or with him?"

  She did not answer.

  "What did you see?" He asked again.

   "Jungfrau," she said dryly.

   "What did he do?" Leon smiled ambiguously.

  She looked at him annoyed.

  He smiled with enlightenment.

   "It seems that men all over the world are the same, even if he is a wizard." He was cheerful and said, "By the way, I hate the secret police. The French Ministry of Magic does not allow Aurors to appear."

"what?"

  He pushed the car door directly and left.

   "It's incredible." She muttered while looking at the roof of the car.

  How could the Auror be a secret police?

  (End of this chapter)