Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2333 The Press of the Exile

   Before she could get close to Bonaparte's suite, just in the corridor, she heard Bonaparte's growl.

   She glanced at Mr. Seju, the adjutant who was on duty today, he looked at Georgiana with lingering fears, and then the two looked at the closed door together.

   "Mrs."

  Georgianna followed the voice and saw that it was Constance, who was sneaking behind a vase in the corner.

   "What happened?" Georgiana asked him.

  Constance waved at her.

   Although she didn't know what he was up to, she went over, and then Constant gave her a newspaper.

   She took over the newspaper, and the headline on the front page read in bold and black font: If the "monster" dies, where will we go?

The newspaper    described the assassination of Bonaparte in detail. The difference is that Pishgru became the "Dragon Slayer" and the "monster" became Bonaparte.

She gasped involuntarily and read on, an analysis of the "future," such as who was most likely to take Bonaparte's place, and comments on his speech at the town hall that day. : "Although he (Bonaparte) was full of peace and great order, saying that he would bring a new face to Europe and start a happy century, but if these goals were really to be achieved, he had better die in the war he waged. Here, people have had enough of this pale, weak, thin foreigner and the weariness of his work. Instead of restoring the glory of science and culture, he is ravaging Europe...".

   "Where did this come from?" Georgiana put down the newspaper and asked Constance with it.

   "It was all over the place overnight," said Constant, exhausted. "The police are taking it."

  Georgianna didn't know what to say either.

   After a while she looked at Constance and thought he had something to say.

   "What do you want to say?" asked Georgiana.

   "Ma'am, I'm Belgian." Constance said nervously, "Please don't let what happened in Egypt repeat itself here."

  Georgianna wanted to say this was Europe, not Egypt, but she wasn't so sure when she heard the roar at the door.

   "Thank you for the reminder, Konstan," said Georgiana politely.

   "You don't need to thank me, I was going to find you." Constance said, "Only you can calm the lord."

  Georgianna wanted to laugh, 'You guys remembered me when you died'?

She had been in so much trouble and for a moment she wondered if Bonaparte would ever forgive her, so she and Constance waited in that corner until the door opened and Rapp and Fontanes came out , they were followed by some unknown people, but just by looking at their attire, they knew they were judges - now who wears wigs except judges?

  Rapp saw Georgiana, but he didn't say anything, looked devastated, and walked away dejected.

  Constance nudged her gently, as if to let her into the open door.

   "Close that broken door, do you want to freeze me to death!"

   he growled. Mr. Segu, who was standing at the door, wanted to close the door, but he kept looking at Georgiana.

   She walked slowly to the door of the suite, where Bonaparte was wearing a bathrobe, holding the crumpled newspaper in his hand.

   Usually, when he sees a book or other publication he doesn't like, he throws it directly into the fire.

  Georgianna slammed the door shut, snatched the newspaper from his hand, and threw it into the fireplace. He looked surprised, then looked at her fiercely.

   "Why do you force yourself to read such a false and defiant article, you are not weak and thin at all."

   "What's the use of talking about it now." Instead of trying to save the newspaper, he found a place to watch it continue to burn.

   "I originally planned to divide some of the art in the Louvre and turn Margaret's palace into a museum." Georgiana sat down on the chair beside him. "It seems impossible now."

  These exiles are likely to follow them back to France, where they continue to be monitored at their residence in Saint-Germain-en-Laye in Paris.

   As long as they are in their own territory, there is no way for them to be so "free" abroad.

   "Why do you always want to empty the Louvre," he asked.

   "There are so many things that there is no place to put them. It needs to be expanded before they can be placed. Why should I move them elsewhere?"

   He seemed to think she was unreasonable and was too lazy to answer.

   In order to avoid being assigned the "title" of "prodigal woman", she planned to tell him something serious.

   "About farming loans..."

   "What?" he asked cautiously.

   "Forget it." She said lightly, "We'll find another way."

   He looked at her calmly.

   "Since you don't want the people **** in debt..."

   "What about Arthas?" he asked rhetorically.

   "Shouldn't I ask you this?"

   As if he was very tired, he slumped directly from the chair onto the carpet, and then lay on it.

  Georgianna felt very comfortable in his appearance, and had to lie beside him in every way.

   "Your method is not useless, it is much more useful than those who are rigid in thinking and stick to the rules." He said tiredly, "and you are not arrogant enough to insist that your method is the best."

   "You can say it was a bad idea," said Georgiana.

   "Did you know that doing this is tantamount to becoming your own enemy?"

   "The right thing and the terrible thing must be clearly distinguished, I don't want to hurt you."

  He got up, rested his elbows on the ground, tilted his head and looked at her.

"what?"

   "You really think that?" he asked rhetorically.

"Farmers are your foundation. Someone will use the debt to take their land and turn it into a new form of 'enclosure movement'. Do you remember the agronomist Arthur Young who ate with us last time, he was in The French countryside was almost hanged."

   He laughed out loud.

"what's so funny?"

   "Are you afraid of being hanged?"

   In fact she was afraid of being torn to shreds by the angry crowd.

"Because gangsters are always attracted to the appearance and the result of things, most people are immersed in appearances, and many times they are moved by things that appear to be so, even if they are not. Remember the sorting ceremony I told you about What? That dirty and old hat will sing a song 'You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance', a philosopher said, to see the essence through the phenomenon, the phenomenon is those who can see See, hear, smell, touch, and the essence is what people need to 'see' through abstract thinking and creative thinking."

   "Which philosopher?" asked Bonaparte.

  Georgianna did not answer.

   "I never thought of dating the President of the United States, nor the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom."

   "Including the Earl of Aberdeen?" he teased.

  Georgianna remembered the handsome face of William Pitt Jr.

   "I always date ugly people."

   "You call me ugly?"

  She widened her eyes.

   "No, you look good."

   is short.

   "Do you think I'm short?" he said as if he could read minds.

   "No~" She denied it exaggeratedly.

   "Lie!" He rolled over and pressed her on top of her to "punish".

   She avoided his tickling hand and giggled.

   After a while, probably feeling tired, he stopped.

   "Does that promise still count?" He gasped and asked, "When you are no longer young and beautiful, when I have nothing, will you still love me?"

   She looked at his blue eyes, but a pair of black eyes appeared in her mind.

   "Do you know what's the biggest difference between you and the Sun King?" She stroked his cheek. "You don't wear high heels."

   He did not speak, nor was he angry.

   "When I saw those tall French people talking to you with their heads down, I didn't think they were talking to you condescendingly. Instead, they seemed to have done something wrong and were listening to you."

   "You don't have to compliment me at this time, what I want is your oath."

   "I made an oath with him, either to die together or to live together. If I break this oath, will it make sense for me to swear again?"

   "You people are so stubborn!" He stood up, his eyes turning golden.

   "I won't take the initiative to break my oath, my character is like this, but if he breaks his oath, I will swear with you, but I have to tell you that he has made an unbreakable oath."

   "So what?" he asked defiantly.

"I know a couple, because they made a blood oath because of love when they were young. They swore never to hurt each other. Even the slightest thought will bring severe punishment. Unlike this blood oath, an unbreakable oath can be disguised. Yes." She paused, then added, "Severus killed the only one who could prove his innocence and protected his godson."

   Bonaparte looked back at her.

"He is a coward, although he will be very unhappy to say that, in order to prove that he is not a coward, he uses his will and promises to make that **** oath. I think most women want men to make such an unbreakable oath, but I don't want to. It made his already complicated life even more complicated, so I just made a verbal agreement with him, no blood oath, and no other magic."

   He didn't say "Are you a fool?" It was a pity, she thought she was a fool.

"You know the story of Wendine, she will punish her unfaithful husband, even though it was a verbal agreement, but look at us now, so I don't want to hurt you, Leon, it's useless for you to be impatient, even I have to persuade you, Before next year's Portuguese Moon arrives, you still have time to consider whether you really want to swear with me, when you have nothing, and you still have an old and ugly woman in the same room, I'm afraid it feels worse than hell."

   "Is this a curse?"

   "Wendini only punishes unfaithful husbands." Georgiana smiled and said, "Are you faithful to your wife?"

   He looked at her.

"Wendini doesn't have a soul, but she can get her soul by marrying human males and having children. The more we intermarry with human beings, the closer we are to human beings, and in the end, we will become no different from human females, except for being a little more beautiful. However, if we intermarry. The smaller the number, the purer our magic." She also stood up "there was a wizard who forbade us to go to a human school of magic, he called us veela, but even if we were already no different from human women , she still has a demonic nature, her fiancé was caught by a werewolf."

"who is she?"

   "A French half-blood veela who changed my life." She said softly, "I never thought half-blooded magical creatures could live so...spontaneously."

   "What kind of rhetoric are you?"

   She wanted to say "Beautiful scenery", but the Burrow is much worse than the palace.

   "I shouldn't have lived under the gaze of so many people." She said softly, "Someone taught me how to hide."

   "The one who made the blood oath?" asked Bonaparte.

   "And the one who is eager to get rid of the oath." Georgiana replied, "Although he is considered a benevolent 'white wizard', he is cruel to his lover."

   Bonaparte did not speak.

   "That's an old fool," said Georgiana.

   "Where did you go this morning?" he asked.

   "Go for a swim at the lake you took me to yesterday."

   "No wonder your hair is wet, come here."

   He picked up the bath towel, and Georgiana walked over, the bath towel fell softly on her hair, and there was a soft kiss.

   "Water nymph, please forgive me." He said somewhat bewilderedly, "What happened by the canal that day was beyond my control."

   She looked at the human, even though the newspapers called him a "monster".

   "Someone is still waiting for me."

   "Then let them wait."

   There was a crisp explosion from the wood in the fireplace, and the newspaper had been burnt to nothing.

   Only the word "monster" remained, but it was eventually turned to fly ash by a sigh-like wind and disappeared.

   (end of this chapter)