Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2216 Flower War (One Hundred and Twenty Five)

  Rose Bertin's real name is Marie-Jeanne Bertin, and "Rose" is her nickname, which is said to be related to Marie Antoinette, known as "Rococo Rose".

She was born in 1741 in the home of the first lower society in Pica, and was trained in Albvigli before entering Paris. Her talents were soon recognized by the court ladies, and in 1770 she met Saud, the wife of the Duke of Orleans. The Duchess of Ernest and the Princess of Condé, who introduced her to Marie Antoinette.

  Because of the Duke of Orleans, it is not surprising that the English would find her and introduce her to Georgiana.

  When the people invaded the Tuileries Palace, in addition to the Swiss mercenaries, there were nobles loyal to the king.

Georgiana can't tell whether "Ross" is still loyal to Marie Antoinette, or is forced to serve the new court again because of life, but all in all, what she can use now is to use the fairy godmother. The "magic" of , used a night to make a gloomy and scary bunker standing on the seaside decorated into a palace.

  This castle, which was chosen as the new venue, was built during the Hundred Years War between England and France, between Calais and Fort Philippe, facing the sea and backed by a small town, which shows what military purpose it once had.

   But it was abandoned now, and Georgiana used a little "magic" to clean it up, saving "Fairy Godmother" Bertin a lot of trouble.

Anyway, except for the furniture and curtains, the rest of the castle is made of stone, which is very strong and fire-resistant. After all, it is designed to resist catapults and fire attacks, and there is a large open beach outside the castle. It's easier for everyone to get started.

   They have stopped in Calais for two days, and then they will go to Belgium. It is not a good idea to go north by boat at this time. British warships will not go to the Baltic Sea at this time.

   Obviously can't let the "great man" continue to wait for her, delaying the trip of him and the large army. What's more, they have to go back to Paris early to avoid trouble when someone is "empty in the back".

   Her intention was to bring the British Ministry of Magic back to the International Federation of Magic by setting trade standards, but it seems to have backfired.

  Especially after Malfoy invited the goblins from Gringotts, the atmosphere at the scene became even more "hot".

   How Georgiana wanted to shout "Quiet" with a megaphone like Albus did in the Triwizard Tournament.

  Georgianna took Bertin's bill away, which meant she had to help her pay part of it, but she didn't owe it.

   She handed the bills signed in blue ink to Carolan to be examined by French wizards and alchemists, but she forbade them to burn them.

   If it is confirmed to exist, then it should be classified as the same level as the werewolf in the mom level, or even higher, and it is a prohibited commodity. As far as Georgiana currently knows, a mandrill should be able to destroy it, and it is relatively simple to destroy a mandrill. It is probably as afraid of fire as the XZ snowman. There is also a stone tablet with their name engraved on it, which is nowhere to be found.

Louis XIV and Emperor Qianlong also lived in the Little Ice Age. During this period, the temperature was very low. Not only BJ's ink would freeze, but also Paris with a higher latitude. The East used the warm inkstone as stationery, while the French By designing a special ink tank, the difference is that it is made of silver. There is a servant who lights candles. He is also responsible for melting the flame paint to ensure that the ink does not freeze. If the ink freezes, use a candle to heat it. . That's what Ferrier's job really is, but Georgiana treats her as a secretary.

   Bonaparte started the ignition very early, and the temperature where he stayed was very high, and the ink did not have to worry about freezing.

   Salt water is not easy to freeze because it contains salt. Although there were special ink manufacturers in the 18th century, some people still use the style of the Middle Ages and use their own ink.

   The ingredients contained in these inks may prevent the ink from freezing, and there may be other "magic uses". It is common to extract colors from plants as pigments, but is the color on "that" blue stamens so easy to extract?

  How incredible it is that Muggles can use magic too. But she thinks a wizard made the bottle of ink and sold it to Madu in France.

   Heshen was executed later than Qianlong's death, and Nick's book will not be written earlier than this time, unless he is a prophet.

  The vast majority of bills were produced before the French Revolution, but they were signed sooner or later. While the French Revolution took place, foreign countries did not, and the Rococo style had spread throughout Europe, and for a while Bertin and her seamstresses had income abroad.

That time was very chaotic, not only Bertin's accounts and life, but the commoners also took a lot of things from the nobles' homes, burned a lot of books, and even brought their IOUs and bills, who knows if there is such a dangerous thing to the people.

   Drilling vines into ears, mashing bones and flesh, rebuilding new ones, making paper to mash plants... How did he come up with this?

   This is a scary metaphor that sounds like some kind of lunatic with weird logic.

   "Don't you think it's a bit far-fetched?" she asked the person who walked in when the door was opened again.

   Bonaparte was expressionless, looking like he was wearing an ancient Roman mask.

   "What far-fetched?"

"Paper……"

"I, the first word, came out of my pupils, and walked barefoot on the interlaced paper. When I walked out of the paper, everything you saw had nothing to do with me." Bonaparte said, "I once Let you explain what the spell means, and you let me figure it out, and that's what I came up with."

   "Well, it did come out of the paper." Georgiana said, "But what do you mean when you get out of the paper, everything you see has nothing to do with me anymore?"

   "The shadow has nothing to do with him?" asked Bonaparte.

   "Is this a question or an answer?" asked Georgiana.

   He didn't answer, and Georgiana didn't continue to ask, and they were silent in strange silence.

   "I'm playing poker with people this afternoon." He said suddenly "Mrs. DeSharpe is involved."

   She was not surprised.

   "Can you explain?" he asked.

   "Explain what?"

   "Do you care about me or not?"

   "Did you want to ask me, why not form a 'human wall' like Josephine did to isolate all women who might approach you?" She laughed.

   "You find it interesting?"

   "I thought you understood me, Leon, my heart changed, everything changed." She sighed. "Severus never betrayed me, but I know he never forgot Lily."

   "Didn't you always want to find someone special?" He sneered.

"Are you?"

   "Is this important? I'm just your revenge on him."

   "At least I'm not taking advantage of you for your wealth, fame and status." She smiled tiredly. "The world does not lack talented losers."

   He patted the table.

"Women are different from men. You men hope to use your talents to change your destiny, so you will have the sigh of being underappreciated or being killed by your talents. Most women will use their appearance, just like Mrs. De Chapelle, but beauty will change with time. When you get old, there will always be younger and more beautiful ones. If you are the kind of man who likes the new and hates the old, even if she wins me, she will be abandoned sooner or later. I asked you, why do you forgive Josephine, do you remember that you are How did you tell me?"

   He looked at her without answering.

"You remember, she is an excellent woman for you, but love is not your kindness to him, he will definitely respond. When Nelson was injured, his wife took good care of him, but he still chose Emma, ​​I I chose to stop in time, don't invest too much, I just stop loving someone who doesn't love me, but it's not that easy unless I fall in love with another person."

   "You're an idiot," he whispered.

   "That's right." She smiled. "I'm a loser and an idiot, how else do you think fate can do to me?"

   He did not speak.

"I won't stop you from having **** with the opposite **** like Josephine. You are a man of self-control, and you have a clear head most of the time. If one day you become confused and have no self-control, then this is fate Punishment for me." She sighed, "I believe in the wrong person, just like thousands of people in this world, who take your disguise as your essence."

   "Aren't you afraid of me leaving after saying such heavy words?"

   She smiled, "If you want, you can send me to the convent at any time. I told you that I wanted to leave Paris, but you didn't let me go."

   He was silent.

"Last year's quarrel, I went to Sharptar's house. The quarrel was inexplicable, but you want to 'quit' me, right?" She said calmly, "My heart has changed, anything can be used as an excuse, you Leave if you want, I won't keep you."

   "Will you go back to him?"

   "No, I think it's good to be single." She suddenly wanted to smoke, but couldn't find "I'm tired."

   He shook his head and smiled wryly.

   "Do you want to rest?" she asked.

   "I want to read a book for a while." He put the "Nickelboro" travelogue on the table "in exchange for the equivalent."

   "You don't worry about me..."

   "Aren't you worried about me?" He was the first to interrupt what she was about to say.

   She glared at him.

   He spread his hands roguely, pointed to the empty chair opposite, and motioned her to sit there.

   She walked over, but sat opposite him, cast a copy spell on it with a wand, and copied the book.

   Then she looked at it as if no one else was there.

   (end of this chapter)