Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 3025 queen’s pleasure (4)

  Whether it is the Elizabethan era or the Victorian era, corsets are a must-have for women. Through them, a thin waist can be drawn out, as if a tight grip.

  The next step is the big skirt. The layers of various fabrics are not only beautiful, but also rustle when walking.

   It looks dreamy, and every girl who goes to prom wants to wear the most visible.

   At the same time as Queen Victoria, there was another famous couple, Princess Sissi and Emperor Franz of Austria. But Franz's mother, Princess Sophie, never liked Sissy, even though Sissy was not a "commoner".

   In order to maintain a slender figure, Sissy treated herself almost harshly, which led to her 4 pregnancies and still maintained a girlish waistline.

   At this point, Queen Victoria is not strict with herself. She still wears tights on formal occasions, and usually wears loose clothes, just like pajamas. In her later years, the queen was very disgusted with the practice of pregnant women wearing tights, but she usually only blamed her granddaughters.

  When Queen Elizabeth was 53 years old, one day she met a young man named Eckmonds. His father was made an earl by the queen. He was only 9 years old when his father died.

   But fortunately, he has a handsome face, is good at hunting, and can write in Latin. At the age of 18 he became general of the cavalry, a position more for decoration than actual duty. In short, he became a frequent visitor in the palace, and also became the queen's inseparable "friend".

  The young boy was riding a horse in the sun, practicing riding with the equally strong cavalry. The queen stood in the dark with a smile, and at the same time, the queen's favor was flowing like flowing water. She gave her young friend the right to import duties on sweet wine, and soon the poorest earl became very rich and spent his money lavishly.

  Of course, this aroused the jealousy of many people. Some people even had a duel with the Earl of Exmons on the Marylebone Fields. The young Earl was still strong and won the victory, but the Queen lost patience with him, and it was difficult for him to return to the old happy times.

  The time for him to obtain the tariff right to import sweet wine is limited, which is determined by the time of the charter, and whether he can have it again depends entirely on the queen's will.

  He used countless languages ​​to express his admiration, admiration and love to the queen. Those elegant, strong and decent words appeared in each of his letters, written in delicate fonts and tied with ribbons, which can still be seen in some museums today.

   Before the Glorious Revolution, signing charters was the prerogative of the monarch.

  After the Glorious Revolution, the Parliament also had the power to sign charters, so the House of Commons replaced the palace and became the place to seek wealth and power.

  Because of the income, Elizabeth I and James I do not need to ask the parliament for appropriation. After Charles II is restored, the parliament will also vote to pay him a large income for life, although the money is not enough at all and needs the support of King Louis XIV of France.

  When the royal family of Hanover ruled, appropriation was conditional. George IV even had to marry Caroline for "living expenses" and debt issues. He even tried to use the "Pain and Penalty Draft" introduced in 1820 to divorce her.

  Marriage is the ending of a fairy tale, but it is not the end of life. For 10 consecutive years, Queen Victoria had to give birth to a baby every 18 months on average. Even if she had a good relationship with Prince Albert, having a baby made her feel tired and tired.

  By this time her figure was so out of shape that even on the day of the International Fair in the Crystal Palace, she did not look beautiful in a pink and silver dress and diamond jewelry.

  Gorgeous jewelry should of course be worn on young and beautiful people, such as the current Princess of Wales. Pomona still remembers seeing the princess dancing ballet in the Albert Theater last Christmas. If the shock was removed, she actually danced pretty well.

  However, there are not many people who are qualified to wear expensive jewelry when they are young. There is a story in France. A young girl borrowed a friend’s diamond necklace to attend a prom, but accidentally lost it.

  She still remembers La Traviata, the box of jewelry engraved with different initials, which always reminded her of the scene of branding a horse, where the owner would imprint his own mark on the horse.

  She also remembers Fantine in Les Misérables. She fell in love with a poor student and ended up with nothing, even her hair and teeth were sold.

  No one would wear a ball gown to the slums. It's not like the palace, the floor is covered with smooth marble, and the sewage flowing everywhere will stain the skirt.

  For people today, it is difficult to understand how "tenants who pay rent of £10" have the right to vote in the electoral reform of 1832.

   Basements were a good option for workers at the time, with one in five Liverpool residents living in basements in the 1830s.

   There are also people who live in low-rent housing, which are usually houses that the middle class and the rich do not want. There are 4-6 beds in a room, and 10-20 people live there. For example, you work the day shift and I work the night shift.

  In this way, the annual rent of these people will not exceed 10 pounds, and they will not have the right to vote. In addition, there are a large number of people who live in hotels and flats on a daily basis.

   The quickest way to get out of the ghetto is to drink, not just because of alcoholism, overcrowding and uncomfortable living conditions lead many people to go to pubs to socialize, relax or seek excitement.

  Men would desperately want to leave, but women like Irene and Queenie came to the slums for love. If Snape’s neighbors in Spider’s End knew that the weird boy in his mother’s shirt was actually thinking about how to go to Buckingham Palace to serve the Queen, they probably thought he was crazy.

  Pomona felt that all this was unreal, and she was giggling while drinking and chatting with him, and she couldn't tell whether she was really drunk.

   But one thing she can be sure of is that according to the law enacted in 1857, the police can search for "works created to corrupt the morals of young people" and hand them over to the magistrate for destruction.

   What's more, she didn't destroy those magazines. If the students' parents want to read them, she can also show them these things. If she wants to search the student dormitories to establish a supervisory agency to control the school, at least she has grounds to defend.

   Oh, wizards don't have to obey Muggle laws?

   "Speaking of this, let's talk about Percival Dumbledore." Snape said suddenly, "What do you think the reason for the court's decision?"

   "What verdict? Convict him?" Pomona asked in a daze.

  He looked at her silently.

   "I guess this is to prevent other wizards from following suit. If Muggles violate their own interests, they will take revenge themselves." Pomona said, took another sip of wine, and found that the glass was dry.

   "Is there anything else?" Snape said, pouring her another glass.

   "This stopped the wizards, who will stop the Muggles? Next time they meet little girls playing magic, they will still hurt them." Pomona said casually.

  At this moment she noticed that he was smiling, and her wine sobered up by three points immediately.

   "You're right, if other people don't know why those Muggle kids..."

   "Human nature is subject to change, Severus, don't you understand?" Pomona interrupted him. "Society is changing, and moral concepts are also changing. Past events cannot be evaluated and measured by current moral standards."

   "Why are they punished, they still make the same mistakes." He continued his previous words by saying "The only lesson humans learn from history is that they don't learn any lessons from history."

   "You think you've learned your lesson?" Pomona asked.

   "Yes." He deliberately made a "hissing" sound.

   "Like what?" Pomona asked.

  He didn't answer, but took a sip from his glass.

  She couldn't help sighing, no wonder the "Dark Lord" and "White Wizard" couldn't do anything about this guy.

   "Why are you sighing?" He said coldly.

   "I really don't know who you look like!" Pomona said viciously, taking another sip of wine, obviously Irene and Tobias are not such stubborn people.

   "It's not like that guy anyway." He said with disgust.

   She looked at the face that was very similar to Tobias Snape, except for the black hair and eyes, Irene left almost no trace on him.

   Just like Harry, he is James' son at first glance.

   "You still hate him?" Pomona said softly.

  He turned his gaze away.

   "He's dead." Snape said coldly.

   "He's not dead...I mean he's missing," Pomona said hastily as he watched.

   "He's dead to me." Snape said evenly, "Whether it's hate or anything else, he can't feel it. Why should I waste emotion on him."

   She can't say things like "It's good that you think so."

   "You have been evading my question, is it right or wrong to sacrifice one person for the benefit of the majority." He asked dryly.

   "I didn't run away from your question," Pomona said.

   "You keep mentioning 'change'." He said accusingly.

   "You know why I don't like luxury? It's because it's exclusive, not inclusive, which is its greatest attribute." Pomona said calmly. "I'm a Hufflepuff, Severus."

  He looked at her suspiciously.

   Albus said, give him a chance, maybe that's what he meant, and she got it wrong.

   Pomona thought.

   "I don't want to be distinguished from ordinary people, just like the International Statute of Secrecy requires, pretending to be one of the crowd."

   "But that's not really you."

   "No, you don't know who I am." She smiled and said "Slytherin boy."

   He was angry.

   "I'm not a 'boy'." He said with a serious face.

   "Yeah, you're not." Pomona said with a smile, stood up, and planned to drink water from a glass.

  A five-year-old child will also say with a serious face that he has grown up.

   She took only two steps and felt someone following behind her. When she turned her head, she found a huge black shadow covering her.

   He looked so horrified that she almost pulled out her wand.

   "Scared?" He said through gritted teeth.

"What do you want?"

   "Take back what you just said."

   "Which? Are you still a 'boy'?"

  He stared at her silently.

   "If you're really older, learn to control the urge to criticize the younger." Pomona glared back at him. "Stop worrying about Percival Dumbledore, everyone is dead."

  He didn't speak, and left without looking back. Before leaving, he slammed her door hard.

  She breathed a sigh of relief, originally she thought...

   "What an idiot." She shook her head with a wry smile, put away her self-indulgence, and looked at the pudgy woman in the mirror.

   "Who would take a fancy to you?" she said teasingly, and then turned to clean up the mess.

  (end of this chapter)