Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2012 Thickness of the Crucible (7)

   "I think it may be that Sharptal wants to restore something from the guild. He has always missed the family-style master-disciple relationship in the guild before." Georgiana explained to William Pitt Jr.

  "How do I know if it is another trick of his." Pete smiled contemptuously. "Last time he pretended to attack Ireland, but actually attacked Egypt."

   "I think... Bonaparte doesn't think so much." Georgiana said dryly, "He doesn't know anything about fashion."

   "Why don't you call him Leon?" Pete asked.

  Georgiana looked at the handsome former prime minister, shaking her head in disbelief.

"They are like Jacobins." Pete added. "Everything was initially prepared by a handful of dissatisfied and dubious people. These people gathered to plan riots, as if doing so would make them truly Pleasant and satisfied."

   "Who?" Georgiana asked.

"Those who organize riots are often the most cunning of the weavers. They are good at living a comfortable life on their new occupations." Pete said, "It's not just'fraternity' being passed on to the workshop owners. I planned to pass a " The Workers’ Union Act corrects some of the ills that harm and most people..."

   "Please stop talking." Georgiana said.

   "You haven't listened to me yet." Pete said, "This bill passed, and the king agreed."

  Georgiana was a little surprised.

  "What do you think is the best interest, Pomona, is it the 50,000 people who have become the object of diocese relief because they have lost all their income, or the very few monopolists." Pete said coldly.

   "Poverty, fear, and increasingly bitter days, these things are really terrible, and it is unbearable for anyone with a backbone." Georgiana said, "Leon is different from you, Senator..."

   "William." Pete interrupted her.

   "He really rose from the common people." Georgiana continued. "I admire those men who have strong will and love children."

   "Mr. Smith doesn't seem to be an easy person to get along with children." Pete said.

  Georgiana smiled and shook her head.

  She remembered the old bat who was facing the werewolf in the moonlight of the full moon and blocked the three students behind her.

"I once heard that there was a girl who ran to throw water while the overseer was slack, so she was free, because they were afraid that this kind of thing would spread like an infectious disease." Pete sighed, "I heard the news. I was shocked at the time, what made a child take this path, thanks to you telling me that poverty, fear, and increasingly bitter days are unbearable for anyone with a backbone."

   "I didn't tell you." Georgiana said, "It's the godfather."

  Pete looked at her confused.

  She smiled mysteriously, and did not tell him that this was a line from a movie called The Godfather.

   "You just said that fifty thousand people lost everything..."

  "It's a hydraulic loom, although economists told me not to interfere too much." Pete said.

  "I don’t know much about machines, but I agree with Bentham’s view that the criterion of right or wrong behavior is not the happiness of the behavior itself, but the happiness of all related personnel.”

   "I didn't expect you to speak for a utilitarian." Pete said.

   "Very few people pay attention to grand objects, and most people pay attention to a few people around them." Pomona said with a smile.

  "Have you met Robert Peel Jr., what do you think of him?" Pete asked.

   "Very brave, and good eloquence, do you think you are old when you see him?" She continued to ask with a smile.

   Pete smiled and did not answer.

"I have seen the ambitions of many people, but they have overlooked one point. There is no shortage of people who want to be leaders in this world, but people who support them. I think this is the role of good eloquence to persuade more people to identify with themselves. She stood up. "I'll go back first, Senator, it's already late."

   "Good night, Countess of Aberdeen." Pete said softly, "My proposal is still valid."

  Georgiana looked at this handsome former British Prime Minister.

  Why does she always miss a good-looking man?

  She left the church and returned to the villa surrounded by Figl and the guards. However, she met another group of Englishmen halfway down the road.

  Loufu Truman, she recognized, she was standing behind a man with a small head at the moment, and that man was wearing a Merlin medal on his chest.

   "It's an honor to meet you." The old man smiled friendly and said, "I am the Director of the Executive Department of the Ministry of Magic, Grogan Stamp."

   "It's an honor to know you too." Georgiana smiled and looked at the next Minister of Magic.

  "Please thank the French Ministry of Magic for providing assistance to the lives and property of non-witch residents in our country." Stamp said politely and publicly, "I want to make an appointment for an official visit. I don't know when you will be free."

   "Tomorrow, but I don't know if we will be in Dieppe tomorrow." Georgiana said.

   "Don't worry, we will know where you are." Stamp said, "Good night."

  Georgiana nodded towards him and continued to walk to her residence. This time it went well, no one stopped her anymore.

   Bonaparte still managed to get himself a charcoal basin. He was sitting by the charcoal basin and was warming the fire. Georgianna confirmed that at least one window in the bedroom was open.

   "How are you talking with your old friend?" He looked at the book in his hand with a casual look.

  "He told me, ‘our country always has nosy and bad ideas.’ In 1784, they organized a committee and planned a commotion to fight taxes, just like those Americans."

"what's the result?"

  "They won. When those people went back, they held a triumphant ceremony. The ‘Old Friends’ passed the ‘Workers’ Union Act’ to correct the ills that affected most people. Do you have a map of Britain?"

  He looked at her with weird eyes for a while.

"Don't worry." Georgiana waved her magic wand, and a map of Britain made up of sparks appeared in the sky. There will be fewer seats in the parliament, and the seats in these new industrial cities will increase. Those new industrialists will have a greater say, and even the Prime Minister can’t do anything to them.”

   "Do you believe him?" Bonaparte asked.

   "No, but his reason is very reasonable, you men love to fight for a win or lose."

  "It's not as simple as winning or losing..." He frowned, as if he was going to talk about it.

"Have you ever heard the idiom of borrowing a knife to kill someone." Georgian said. "That is a Chinese story. There is a very clever man. Before he died, he had already thought about what would happen after death, so he left one behind. Tips..."

   "I don't want to hear conspiracy and tricks from your mouth." Bonaparte said with great resistance.

   "Well, let me change the subject. Severus once stood up and protected the three students who got into trouble."

  He didn't want to listen anymore, but didn't leave the room, as if he was going to wash and sleep.

   "That day was a full moon, and the moonlight was beautiful." Georgiana said, "It's a good time to take a walk home after the party, but they met a werewolf."

   Bonaparte looked back at her.

  "Have you heard of the Moonlight Society in Birmingham, Leon." Georgiana looked at him and said, "I heard that they, like Newton's friends, are planning to lead mankind to the next stage."

  (End of this chapter)