Harry Potter Morning Light.

Chapter 3273 The unpredictable light ()

Georgiana went into the "theater."

That was actually the place where she fought a dragon alone last time. Although the dragon was just a relatively docile Welsh green dragon, she was wearing a magic-forbidden ring at the time. At the same time, she completed the Animagus transformation here and became He killed a swan and broke free from the shackles of the ring.

There were no spectators in the amphitheater at this time, just a dozen cages.

"We're going to build a fantasy zoo."

Georgiana turned around and saw that it was Rabastan Lestrange.

"What do you think of this idea?" Rabastan asked.

Georgiana turned to look at the cages. Although they looked magical, they were not magical animals.

"These?" Rabastan said, "Princess Polina brought them back."

"Why are you locked up here?" asked Georgiana.

"Originally they were going to be kept in Eric Zoo, but all the animals there were eaten during the Revolution." Rabastan wrinkled his nose, "So we put them here temporarily."

There were actually no large creatures in the West Indies. She tried to identify which caged animal made a noise that attracted her, but as soon as she got closer, they all fell silent.

"This place was built by Lafayette before." Rabastan looked at the surrounding wooden walls and said, "It was originally intended to be a prison."

"Aren't there enough jails in the city?" Georgiana quipped.

"No, it's different from that kind of prison. By the way, aren't you going to build a similar one in Belgium?" Rabastan said, "Bentham's panopticon."

Georgiana was silent.

Although Bentham's original purpose was to monitor each other and avoid torture and ill-treatment.

But surveillance itself is actually a form of torture. Who wants to be watched like the animals in the zoo?

"Lafayette also read Bentham's books?" Georgiana said casually.

"No, Lafayette helped Bentham obtain the identity of a French citizen. You can find the information in the archives."

"Is this what you want to say?" Georgiana asked anxiously.

"I would like to ask if the French Ministry of Magic will send someone to accompany me this time when I go to Italy." Rabastan asked, "Will there be an Italian Ministry of Magic in the future?"

"You can ask your niece to come," said Georgiana.

"I'm afraid she won't be able to come. She has to take care of my granddaughter. She gave me a great-grandson. By the way, he hasn't been named yet." Rabastan said, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

She looked at Rabastan.

Although she thought the chance was slim, she still wanted to give it a try.

"My husband and I had planned that if we had a boy, we would name him Sigris, which is Cygnus, which is how pure-blood wizards in the UK are named," Georgiana said.

"But..." Rabastan hesitated.

"I am a Veela, and it is impossible to give him a boy." Georgiana turned and looked at Rabastan. "The First Consul said that bayonets will be lowered in front of people who really know what they are talking about. The reason why he dominates France is not that he is a general, but that he is a general." It is he who has the ability to govern, and soldiers and people will obey those with good minds.”

"But he is not a wizard." Rabastan said slightly haughtily.

"I know he is not a wizard." Georgiana said one word at a time. "Not all soldiers are descendants of soldiers, and not all purebloods have nothing to do with Muggles."

"I know people who marry Muggles, just as there are people who sleep with goblins, giants, and even house elves," Rabastan said. "But that's not the case in my family."

Georgiana sneered.

"Everything in our family is related to the king, just like the Malfoy family in England. They also served William the Conqueror." Rabastan said, "But I seem to have heard that the International Law of Secrecy stipulates that you must avoid In contact with Muggles, can we move the Ministry of Magic to another place? Saint-Germain-des-Prés suddenly has 4000 noble families, and it is already very crowded."

"No, we're still in the same place, just underground," said Georgiana.

"There's plenty of room here," Rabastan said.

"I don't like the current roof of the Ministry of Magic either. I want to change it into a vault." Georgiana said coldly. "While there are many projects during this period, we will change it together with Rivoli Street."

Rabastan stopped trying to persuade him, as if he was facing a king rather than a Veela classified as a beast.

"You mark my words, don't get involved in Muggle chaos, and don't take part in any Muggle-related wars," Georgiana said in vain.

"I remember, madam." Rabastan said immediately, but she felt that he did not remember.

"If you need manpower, just ask the senior officials of the Seine Province and remember to erase the workers' memories after the work is completed." Georgiana said.

"When will you come back?" Rabastan asked.

Georgiana shook her head. She might never see the new Ministry of Magic.

"Send all these animals to the Paris Botanical Garden. There will also be a zoo there in the future." Georgiana said, "In the future, fewer people will come to this area."

"Yes, ma'am." Then Georgiana left the unfinished prison.

After getting in the carriage, they went to the School of Architecture. She wanted to find Fontaine and Bossier to see if they could design an arcade roof that she was satisfied with.

But after arriving at the School of Architecture, she discovered that Fontaine and Bossier did not have studios here. The people gathered here were all young designers.

They scrambled to recommend their designs to her, causing considerable confusion. Bougainville and the two marines pushed them aside, and Georgiana took the opportunity to leave.

Who would have thought that gentle people can be so scary sometimes.

She ran to a relatively remote office, where someone was concentrating on drawing, and she raised her head when she saw someone coming in.

"Can I stay here for a while?" Georgiana smiled awkwardly.

"Please do it." The designer said, lowering his head and continuing to draw his own drawings.

Georgiana walked over and saw that he had drawn her finding the glass dome.

"What's your name?" asked Georgiana.

"Albert Thomas," the designer answered.

"Are you English?" Georgiana said in English.

This time it was his turn to be surprised.

"Georgiana." She stretched out her hand towards Albert Thomas.

He was in a daze.

"You are……"

"I want your design," she said before Albert exclaimed.

Albert looked at his drawings.

"I don't think it's possible," Albert said. "There's no supporting structure underneath the dome."

"You said it's like Hagia Sophia?" Georgiana asked.

"It's a fantasy," said Albert.

"Tomorrow you will report to the senior officials of the Seine Province." Georgiana took off a ring with her own coat of arms. "Do you have any ink pads?"

Albert looked at her dullly, and then looked for ink pads among the pile of miscellaneous items on the desk.

"Why don't you stay in England?" Georgiana asked casually while he was rummaging around.

"I'm still learning." Albert said expressionlessly.

She looked at the drawings.

In fact, if you think about it, there are too many masculine elements in Vulcan. It doesn’t look like a place for women to live. Instead, the house designed by a male designer has feminine characteristics.

Just when Albert found the ink pad, the door was pushed open again, and Fontaine walked in.

"Madam." Fontaine said politely, "Why are you here?"

"You take him to La Rochefoucauld tomorrow." Georgiana pointed at Albert and said.

"Yes," Fontaine said.

"I want to change the design of the study. Call the person in charge of the wood carving." She said as she walked out of Albert's office.

She later went to Fontaine's studio on this street. It was already a company, responsible for public projects such as Rivoli Street and the Arc de Triomphe, as well as some private designs. Real estate developers also wanted their own buildings and new buildings. The general tone in Paris is consistent.

She interviewed many people here, including one from the Ecole Polytechnique in Paris, and finally selected a man named Maurice Ramage. His wood carvings were decorated with many curved lines and incorporated some Rococo elements. .

In fact, Rococo should not be too complicated and pursue details, and she thinks it is acceptable.

Then several more wall covering designers came, and she chose one who designed birds and flowers. He used a symmetrical structure, and the dark gray silk had gradient colors, which was very gorgeous.

Maybe she made too much noise, so Laplace also came and the fuss caused by the decoration ended.

He brought over a list of "young talents" who would be held at the party the day after tomorrow. They all solved the test questions set by Laplace.

Among them was a young man named Navier, who established the basic equations of fluid balance and motion based on Euler.

She had forgotten that too fast a flow of water would damage the flood discharge facilities, so the speed and flow of the water must be controlled.

"Let him go to the Seine Authority tomorrow morning," said Georgiana, and she went back to the greenhouse to pack her things.

She will leave Paris after the party. Let her think about what "future affairs" she has not arranged properly?

(End of this chapter)