Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2000 "Bullfighting Dance" (4)

  There is such a universally recognized truth: all men with rich wealth must lack a wife.

This truth is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so as long as such a bachelor arrives in a place for the first time, his neighbors, no matter how ignorant of his temperament and thoughts, will still regard it as the legal property that one of his daughters should have. .

  Georgiana has no daughters, but it does not prevent her from investigating the wealth of Henry Petty and Casimir Pierre Perrier.

Even if the 200,000 acres of land illegally acquired by William Petty in Ireland are removed, the Marquis’s family still has at least one "palace" with 300 rooms, 62 farms, and 3 villages, as well as in London, Liverpool, Manchester, etc. There are factories, Canal Company stocks, shops, warehouses, and warehouses all over the country. If the marquise feels necessary, she can open a real estate company, or open a department store that is only open to herself.

  Casimir Pierre Perrier opened a bank, he handled the banking business for the Angzan Coal Mine, and he also owned land there.

  Managing these family businesses is not just an apartment, and only a few servants’ houses.

  If Leoncourt chooses to stay on the farm in Normandy and continue to dream of an American farmer, then Alice will not have to be handled like a lamb dragged to the livestock market.

  Man like them does not need to take a wife to help him steward, nor does he need to share part of his career like a textile industry owner.

  She can be happy every day and lead a carefree life.

  If she can ignore the potential dangers.

  Georgiana now misses dog sledding, misses butter beer, misses the feeling of being able to run freely in the wilderness, instead of wearing a beautiful skirt and attending such a ball with ulterior motives.

  She would rather read Faust in the room for a while.

  But it is undeniable that walking into the magnificent scene amidst the applause of the crowd can indeed make people indulge for a while.

  You will forget who you are and the dangers of hiding.

  People will make her feel welcome, even though they are likely to pretend.

Saint-Méry may not be an excellent manager, but he is a very good emcee. Fortunately, the weather today is very good and it did not rain. The fireworks in Honfleur were set off at the beginning of the banquet, and at the same time The lighting ceremony in front of the garden square was also held as usual.

  This welcome party was supposed to be held two days ago. It was dragged for two days, and the cargo ships docked at the port had gone a lot, but the boss of Le Havre Shipping Company, Mr. Foruch, still prepared for the boat race.

  The flat-bottomed boats exist in both Britain and France. The two flat-bottomed boats competed in the relatively calm inner harbor. Napoleon stood on the balcony and looked very happy. He was happy that everyone was happy.

  The last time Robert Bill Jr., who was debating with Bonaparte in the tavern, also came by appointment. He brought "a lot" of friends. They met with the top students in France, and the atmosphere was like ready to draw a gun at any time.

This time with Bonaparte, Mortier was also the commander of the Seventeenth Army whom Caprara had suggested to Giorgio Anna. His father was a landlord and clothing merchant who had participated in the third-level council. Mortier himself could speak English and French, and at this time acted as Napoleon’s translator.

  As long as you don’t think about it, you won’t have any troubles.

  Just as Fudge intends to use one after another to restore the image of the Ministry of Magic that was damaged by Sirius’ escape from prison, and the bad influence caused by the Death Eaters' noise in the Quidditch World Cup.

  She stood on the balcony, looking at the fireworks in the distance, and the sound of guns coming from a distance. It is said that it was a "return" from the British warship.

  Everywhere there are lively and extraordinary scenes. In small rooms, well-dressed nobles are playing pre-Revolution gambling equipment.

  Will Elba Island be like this in the future?

   "Linda Smith."

  She turned her head and looked at the person who called her by the name just now.

   "It's been a long time." said Louvre Truman, the female Auror who had saved her life.

   "Why are you here?" Georgiana asked.

  The female Auror in the travel cloak handed her an envelope.

   "Invitation letter." Louvre said, "The Minister of Magic asked me to give it to you personally."

  Georgiana took the letter, and as soon as she touched it, it deformed, and then she made a low female voice.

   "Dear Linda, thank you for your support to the Ministry of Magic. We look forward to the upcoming meeting in Calais."

   "It's that short?" Georgiana looked at the letter that had been changed back to a normal letter and said, "Do you need to go there yourself?"

   "It is precisely because it is important that I need to take a trip myself." Louvre shrugged. "I think the French security work is not doing very well, otherwise you will not be attacked."

   "You want to come back to protect me?" Georgiana asked.

   "I don't know, Linda, the situation is chaotic now..."

  "Go back and tell the Minister of Magic that if there will be a trial in the future, the prisoner will be sent to the International Federation of Wizards in Geneva after being arrested in Brittany, where he will organize an international court trial." Giorgioanna interrupted Louvre.

   "I'll tell her." Lu floating point nodded.

   "In addition, I will also ask the French Minister of Magic to form a Quidditch team." Giorgioanna said with a smile.

   "I will tell her." Louvre smiled. "It would be great if the story could end here."

  She glanced at the seemingly peaceful and friendly, but in fact, raging hall, shook her head and took a sip of wine.

  "It must be difficult for you to be alone." Louvre asked.

  "Why do you think that?" Georgiana asked.

   "You don't look happy, Linda." Louvre said worriedly, "If..."

  Georgiana found Bonaparte walking towards this side.

   "You go," she said to Louvre.

  Loufu Truman glanced at her, then glanced at Napoleon who came by, put on an invisible cloak and left.

  As soon as her figure disappeared, Bonaparte, wearing a French academician uniform, came to the small balcony where she was alone.

   "Are you alone?" Bonaparte asked.

   "She just left." Georgiana showed him the envelope, "I have a meeting in Calais."

  He didn't read the letter.

"Like it?"

  She watched this extravagant welcome party.

   "Yes, I like it." She smiled and said.

   "I don't want to sleep in separate rooms tonight." He stared into her eyes and said, "You come to my room."

   "This is not in compliance with the rules." She said.

   "I think I deserve a reward."

  She doesn’t say anything anymore.

  At this moment, he suddenly poked his head over and kissed her on the lips. There was an exclamation from the downstairs and the hall behind.

  "For people in small places, what you did just now is too open, first in power."

  Bonaparte laughed, then took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

   Then she put her hand on his arm.

  He looked at the hand on his arm.

   "You learned it." He said flatly.

   "You are not a wood." She smiled mischievously. "Tell me, Leon, do you have any special hobbies?"

  His eyes widened, as if frightened.

  This time it was her turn to laugh.

   Then he put the wine on the balcony, held her waist, and kissed amidst the fireworks and cannons.

  Is this kiss like a "peace kiss"?

  (End of this chapter)