Harry Potter Morning Light

When Napoleon was in Egypt, no one in the Directory thought of bringing him back, probably because he made the decision without authorization.

Anyway, in April 1799, the Austrians tore up the "Treaty of Campo Formio" and formed a coalition with the Russians to arrive in Lombardy. They fought against the army commanded by Moreau at Casano Dada, 28 kilometers away from Milan. After a fierce battle, the French were defeated here. Ciconiara happened to have returned to Milan from the Netherlands at this time. He had no time to do anything, so he and the refugees arrived in Genoa, which was still a neutral country in theory.

Genoa has a port and can theoretically travel by boat. However, during the Second Anti-French Alliance War, Britain joined the naval blockade. 40,000 refugees were caught between the warring parties, unable to leave even if they wanted to. Chiconyala was also in the refugee camp at that time.

Summer is already hot, but the key issue is not food, water, medicine, etc. Moreau forced the refugees to leave. Where to go? How to go? He said nothing, probably because he was busy with the Battle of Trebbia.

Unable to leave, unable to stay, Ciconiara heard that Napoleon had returned from Egypt. He left the besieged Genoa in a desperate move and asked Napoleon to accept these Italian immigrants. Then he came to Lausanne. There I met Madame de Staël.

He then returned to Ferrara, where in 1801 he and eight others voted against Napoleon's election as president.

Among these eight people, there was also a man named Smancini who was trapped in Genoa like Ciconiara, but he did not visit Bonaparte privately like Ciconiara, but signed with others A petition was drawn up and published in the journal "Freeman," asking Bonaparte to put an end to the Austrians' defiance of the Treaty of Campo Formio in Italy.

Then came the Battle of Marengo. After the war, Smancini returned to Milan and became the police chief of the Cisalpine Republic. However, he soon became the target of the Italian garrison commander. Before Murla became the garrison commander, in fact, It was Massena who took on this role.

In short, if Mullah leaves, someone will still be responsible for his work. There are now two candidates, one is Italian Commander Tellier, or else he has to wait for the "president" to appoint him.

As for Augereau...he is still a serving officer. Unlike Massena, who has retired, he belongs to the reserve force. The disarmament has reduced 60,000 people, all of whom are new soldiers.

From peace to fierce fighting all of a sudden, many people are not used to it, and many people are "eliminated".

Bonaparte once casually walked into a monastery where a small hospital was set up. There were 4 or 5 thousand dead bodies lying in the courtyard, which kept emitting a stench under the blazing summer flames.

As he walked by, he heard faint shouts from the pile of corpses. It turned out that two wounded soldiers had been lying in the pile of corpses for three days. They had not eaten or been treated. They were already in despair.

But they did not cry out for God or help, but called Bonaparte's name, and then they survived.

Under the guidance of Chiconyara, Georgiana arrived at "Bonaparte City". Regardless of whether it will be square or round in the future, the demolition work has already begun. Most of the houses have been razed, leaving only a solitary one. of chapel.

That chapel is incomparable to the Milan Cathedral. It is not only red brick, but also Romanesque.

Originally they were just passing by, but she stopped the carriage and walked in.

This church does not have any gorgeous decorations, but there are many reliefs on the walls. The protagonist is a short and fat monk who is healing the sick.

"Who is the patron saint of this church?" Georgiana asked Chiconyara.

"Saint Protasius, he was said to have many miraculous cures," Ciconiala said.

"How come I haven't heard of this name?" Marquis Rohrbon asked.

"He has never been canonized. He is a local saint in Milan." Ciconiala said.

Georgiana walked to the nearest relief, where the Fat Friar held a cup in his hand and handed it to a little girl.

"What can he cure?" asked the Marquis of Rollebon.

"Any disease you want to cure," Chiconyara answered.

She laughed.

The fat monk clearly said that he could only turn into a rabbit from the Holy Grail, so why did he become so great all of a sudden?

She looked at the relief on the wall. He had always regretted that he could not become a cardinal.

If the fat monk saw this, would he still feel regretful?

The Fat Friar is actually the ghost of Hogwarts, the one who should not miss the world the most.

She walked to a chair and sat down. Even though the lighting in the Romanesque church was poor, she still felt as if she had returned to a semi-underground cellar.

The cellar is not a dungeon, it is filled with barrels and food.

Just like the secret passage leading to Honeydukes, once you open it, you will find candy.

"Which of you can sing?" Georgiana suddenly asked.

"What do you want to hear?" Chiconyala asked.

"Bach's sweet death," she said softly.

"Would you rather hear it in French or German?" Ciconiala asked.

"Whatever you want." She said calmly, already starting to recall the lyrics in her mind.

I know, I know, I let you down

I made myself look like a fool

I thought I could live just for myself

But when I went through the pain

I should respect it

Those things that you cherish desperately

So I think what I should do

Just ruin everything

then disappear forever

It’s really uncomfortable to feel like a done deal

Happiness has also turned into sadness

I can't love anymore

And my world is completely over

I really wish I could turn back time

Because now I'm full of guilt

I simply couldn't live without the trust of the one I love.

I know we can't let go of the past

And you can't let go of love and dignity

just because of this

That makes me feel so heartbroken

Everything turns into smoke

everything falls apart

Everything has nothing to do with me and the people in this world.

Bonaparte's last words were to be buried on the banks of the Seine, next to his beloved French people.

She no longer wanted to try a constitutional monarchy, nor did she want to "retire" or anything like that.

She did a lot of stupid things. Not only did she look like a fool, she also made others suffer.

"You're just asking for trouble."

He said this to her once when he was solving a math problem.

"You are good at singing, have you ever learned it?" Georgiana asked Chiconyara.

"I used to be a choir member." Chiconyala frowned, "but this is my first time singing Bach in church."

"The church has great reverberation, or do you think the opera house is better?" she asked with a smile.

He looked at her in wonder.

She originally wanted to donate some money to repair this church, but then she thought that all the cathedrals had been looted, but this ordinary church was safe and sound.

Goodbye, fat monk.

No, it's Protasius.

She said silently to the relief on the wall, turned and left.

The only thing she can do is perhaps to ask the Milan government not to demolish it, no matter what is to be built here in the future.

A grand palace, or a dense residential complex.