Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2361 protego diabolica

The people watching the performance in the theater 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 two of them on the whole road.

Metternich handed Georgiana a pamphlet as he passed a bonfire.

"what is this?"

"The pamphlet, 'Correcting the Public Perception of the French Revolution,' which has recently become popular in Germany," said Metternich.

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

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

She stared at him with a bit of hatred.

"The French foreign minister also asked someone to write the "Letter from the German Patriot". Even if I distributed this pamphlet, it did not break the diplomatic protocol 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 ever heard of Franz Anton Messmore?"

"Who is he?"

"According to his own statement, he is a ghost scholar, but in Germany he is regarded as an exorcist, and in France as a madman. He participated in the debate held in Bavaria in 1766. Some people call it the wizard war. .”

Georgiana stopped in her tracks.

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

"I like England as much," Georgiana said.

"Where there are still witchcraft laws?" Metternich smiled, "I think King George III of England knows 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 abolishing witchcraft laws, but England has them."

"Say what you have to say," Georgiana said grimly.

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

Georgiana walked beside him, and for a moment only their steps were heard.

"I have no personal grievances with you." Metternich said after a while, "If you would do me a small favor..."

"Speak straight, please," interrupted Georgiana.

"I heard you like Venice very much. I think you can have a residence on the main island." Metternich finished dryly, and then said, "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, which was classified as the lira by Venice in the fifteenth century."

Georgiana said nothing.

"The Italians are very good at money orders. They even have a union covering Latin Europe, and the Spanish currency was also made by the Dutch." Metternich paused, "I wonder what role the Peruzzi Bank played? "

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

"About what?"

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

Metternich laughed.

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

"Not every time."

"Let him stop instigating the Silesian problem." Metternich said. "As long as you can do it, I can let Messmore continue to study his scholarship in the library."

Otherwise, let him go around and sell his academics on identifying wizards and demons everywhere?

Georgiana thought, but said nothing.

"I have one more piece of news for you," said Metternich. "There is a secret order of the Pietists in Brussels."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"I think you know that we didn't withdraw from the Netherlands for long," Metternich whispered. "During the war, William Pitt Jr. supported the Prussian invasion of the Netherlands."

"Where are they?" Georgiana asked.

"What do you think of my terms?" asked Metternich.

She did not answer.

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

"Italy and Eugene."

"He needs to stop," Metternich threatened. "Going further east will make the Tsar feel threatened, and he will not keep silent."

Georgiana stared at him.

"Don't think that Prussia is a reliable ally. They will also take advantage of your weakness to seize territory." Metternich said in a hoarse voice, "I know that Napoleon is very angry that we didn't sell him good horses..."

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

"For what?"

"Let me tell you, you gave me the information of the Piet Church?"

Metternich hesitated for only two seconds before refusing.

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

"You?" Metternich asked.

Georgiana did not answer.

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

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

After she finished speaking, she was about to speed up and 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 rationality is different from that of the French." He said flatly, "They rebel against us, shouting that our principles cannot be implemented, but if they want to express what they say and speak frankly, they are not willing. Practice. We are tolerant, we look for their own strengths, and we are willing to lead them back to the path of developing their strengths, but people generally like to measure the direction of individuals according to their own preferences."

"Are you talking about philosophy with me?"

"I'm telling you about the book you're holding. Are you unwilling or unable, madam?"

"Go away." She said indifferently, but Metternich did not let him.

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

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

Napoleon's expedition to Russia in 1812...if he can stick to his 10-year term, he will probably be out of office by then.

I have never heard that victory is given to those who do not want it. Who would be willing to be a loser, let alone the French like victory so much.

At this moment Metternich stepped aside and began to chat with her on other subjects.

He politely sent her to the gate of the station, bowed to her, and then returned the same way.

Georgiana also turned around, and there was French singing in the windows of the castle that once belonged to the Austrians.

In fact, Myrtle, who loves to cry, also wears glasses, but on the day she was attacked by the basilisk, she hid in the bathroom and cried. 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 plodded towards the fence, and the guard opened the door for her, and she almost lost the strength to lift her legs over the railing.

Maybe she's been teaching little girls to dance for too long, it's been a long day.

(End of this chapter)