Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2361 Protegodiabolica (Part 1)

  The theatergoers went to the other side, and the road from the square to Margaret's Palace in Austria was guarded by the police, so that there were only the two of them on the road.

  Metternich handed Georgiana a pamphlet while passing by a bonfire.

"what is this?"

   "The pamphlet that has recently become popular in Germany, Correcting Public Views on the French Revolution," Metternich said.

   "I don't know German." She was about to return the booklet to him.

   "I think you want to hear the real voice of the Germans." Metternich didn't pick up the booklet. "Or do you prefer parties?"

   She stared at him with a bit of hatred.

   "The French foreign minister also had people write the "Letter from the German Patriots", and even if I distributed this pamphlet, it did not destroy the diplomatic etiquette established by France." Metternich said.

   She sneered, "Do you think those newspapers in the square have not been destroyed?"

   "No, I know they were destroyed, I want to talk to you about something else." He took a deep breath. "Have you heard of Franz Anton Messmore?"

"Who is he?"

"By his own account, he was a scholar of ghosts, but in Germany he was regarded as an exorcist, in France a lunatic, and he took part in a debate in Bavaria in 1766, which some called the Wizarding War. ."

  Georgianna stopped.

   "This debate has been going on for 5 years, and the debate about the existence of the devil has begun to test the nerves of the Enlightenment advocates. I think you must like the French Republic because they deleted the witchcraft laws in 1791."

   "I like England too," said Georgiana.

"When there are still witchcraft laws there?" Metternich laughed. "I think King George III of England knew why you came to Paris. Montesquieu said that England is a very special country. After entering the new century, The vast majority of countries are repealing witchcraft laws, but the UK keeps them."

   "If you have something to say, say it directly." Georgiana said coldly.

  Metternich did not answer, and continued to walk towards the station.

  Georgianna walked side by side with him, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard for a moment.

   "I have no personal grudge with you." Metternich said after a while, "If you'd like to do me a little favor..."

   "Please speak up," interrupted Georgiana.

"I heard that you like Venice very much, and I think you can have a place on the main island." Metternich finished dryly, then added, "What Napoleon is doing now is repeating what he did in Italy. , abolished most of the local coins, although he did not introduce the franc, but the coin classified as the lira by Venice in the 15th century."

  Georgianna did not speak.

"The Italians are very good at money orders, they even have a union covering Latin Europe, and the currency in Spain used to be made by the Dutch." Metternich paused "I wonder what role the Peruzzi bank played? "

   "The president of this bank signed a contract with me," said Georgiana.

   "About what?"

   "You only have one chance to threaten me, think of a smart question."

   Metternich smiled.

   "Maybe I don't want to ask questions." He said frivolously, "I heard that every time Napoleon gets angry, you can appease him."

   "Not every time."

   "Let him stop provoking Silesia," Metternich said. "As long as you can, I can let Messmore continue to study his scholarship in the library."

  Otherwise, let him roam around and sell his pedagogy about identifying wizards and demons?

   thought Georgiana, but didn't say it.

   "I can also give you a piece of news," Metternich said. "There is a secret order of the Piet in Brussels."

   "What?" she exclaimed.

   "I think you know, we haven't withdrawn from the Netherlands for long," Metternich whispered. "During the war, William Pitt the Younger supported the Prussian invasion of the Netherlands."

   "Where are they?" asked Georgiana.

   "How do you consider my conditions?" Metternich asked.

   She didn't answer.

   "I think Napoleon wanted to rule Italy himself," Metternich said softly. "Instigating us to go to war with Prussia would help him continue to expand eastward, but that would mean he would have no time to rule Italy."

   "Italy and Eugene."

   "He needs to stop." Metternich threatened. "Continuing east will make the Tsar feel threatened, and he will not remain silent."

  Georgianna stared at him.

   "Don't think that Prussia is a reliable ally. They will also seize territory while you are weak." Metternich said in a hoarse voice, "I know that Napoleon was very angry that we didn't sell him good horses..."

   "No, it's not like that," said Georgiana, exhausted.

   "For what?"

   "I tell you, you gave me the information about the Faith?"

  Metternich only hesitated for two seconds before rejecting.

   "I don't think I can do it." She lowered her voice and said, "Do you think I can do anything?"

   "You?" Metternich asked.

  Georgianna did not answer.

   The representative of Switzerland asked her to persuade Napoleon not to occupy the Valais, the British abolitionists asked her to protect the wife of Toussaint Louverture, and Metternich just mentioned.

   "I can't do it alone." Georgiana shook her head at Metternich. "If you want someone to arrange me, please do it."

   After she finished speaking, she was about to hurry to leave, but was stopped by Metternich.

   "How do you want me to help you?"

   "How do I know." She said angrily, and wanted to leave again, but was stopped by Metternich again.

"Our reason is different from that of the French." He said lightly, "They rebelled against us and shouted that our principles could not be implemented, but if they were to be honest and straightforward, they would not be willing to do so. Practice. We are tolerant, we look for their own strengths, we are willing to lead them back to the path of their own strengths, but people generally like to measure their own direction according to their own preferences.”

   "Are you talking philosophy with me?"

   "I'm telling you about the contents of the book you're holding, do you want to, or can't, ma'am?"

   "Go away," she said indifferently, but Metternich didn't.

"A wise voice is good advice, and if we are wise, of course we will listen to it. Do as I say, and if you give up, not only yours, but the happiness of many will be destroyed and fall into the abyss of misery , then you will realize that fate gave you the opportunity to make better choices."

   She was a little angry, but didn't say anything.

   Napoleon's expedition to Russia in 1812...if he can hold on to his 10-year term, he's about to retire at that time.

   Never heard that victory is given to those who don't want it, who would want to be a loser, let alone the French like victory so much.

   Metternich stepped aside at this time, and then chatted with her about other topics.

   He was polite enough to send her to the gate of the station, bowed to her, and returned the same way.

  Georgianna turned, too, the French singing wafting from the windows of the castle that once belonged to the Austrians.

   Actually, the crybaby Myrtle also wears glasses, but on the day she was attacked by the basilisk, she hid in the bathroom and cried. In order to wipe her tears, she took off her glasses, and then she saw the eyes of the basilisk.

  Tears are not like glass lenses, who said witches can't cry?

   She approached the fence with heavy steps, the guard opened the door for her, and she almost lost the strength to lift her legs over the fence.

   Maybe she taught the little girl to dance for too long. It's been a long day.

   (end of this chapter)