Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 1236: Gold miner

Chapter 1236 Gold Miner

once wrote in the social contract theory:

Since no one has natural power over his own kind, and force alone cannot generate power, all legal power in the world must be based on contracts.

Glottis said, "If a person can give up freedom and become a slave to his master, why can't a nation give up freedom and submit to a monarch?"

There are several confusions in this simple sentence.

It is an incredible absurd behavior to say that a person gives himself to others for no reason, without a penny, because people with normal brains will never act like this, let alone the whole nation.

Napoleon drove France crazy. He was welcomed everywhere in the streets. The victory he brought with force gave him prestige and power because of his military power.

But this kind of power generated by force and victory is not long-term effective. "Legacy" is the key.

The French kings in the Middle Ages were “legitimate” by the divine authority of the monarchy. Now that the theocracy has been overthrown, what should be used to make the power “legitimate”?

Pomona felt that thinking about this kind of problem was more comfortable than meeting Josephine at the Botanic Garden in Paris. If in the future, people like Edward Jenner deserve state-level courtesy, and of course the first ruling couple must appear.

However, he is still a small figure ostracized by the British academic circles, and he is still a little unknown. The Bonapartes cannot entertain him with the standards of entertaining Peter I. Josephine also appeared in casual clothes. Although it is very light, it is still very elegant, and there is a lot of amorous feelings when walking.

Jenner liked to collect a variety of plant and animal specimens when he was young. The Paris Botanical Garden has many plants collected from Egypt, which should be regarded as his favorite.

Paris Botanical Garden is a royal herbal garden opened by Louis XIII in the 17th century. It was expanded by Louis XIV and extended along the Seine River.

The first ruler said it was a rest, but it was actually working. Few citizens came to the botanical garden during working days. Coupled with the "maintenance" notice posted outside, the garden was almost closed, with only a few tourists showing up.

This makes Pomona, who shouldn’t appear, particularly conspicuous.

Josephine himself wanted to accompany Jenner, and Jenner did not show the unpleasantness that had just occurred in the cafe in front of the lady.

But Josephine brought her daughter Otense to her. Unlike her mother’s kindness and grace, Otense showed obvious hostility towards Pomona. Her eyes made her feel uncomfortable, as if she was a stalker. With the flying flies of dung, Otansi was anxious to drive her away.

When was the last time Pomona had this look?

She doesn’t remember ever. Professor Sprout has always been a kind teacher. The students love her because she is a short and fat witch who always wears mud witch robes.

Otense’s eyes made her feel stomachache, and she couldn’t imagine that she would have a day of being despised by her children.

It was a very comfortable thing in the greenhouse, but now it has become so uncomfortable, it seems that this is the punishment of God.

She was bored and really had nothing to do, and the eyes of a little girl who could not look directly at her were tight, so she began to study Josephine's dress and play.

Josephine's clothes were very tightly covered, barely exposed at all, and it was in stark contrast to the big open-necked dress Pomona wore when she left St. Luke's Palace.

Pomona doesn’t plan to wear that dress after wearing it once. She still prefers to be more conservative, and she has no plans to steal the first lady's limelight. silly.

Casual wear means that you don’t have to wear the big skirts used in the prom. This straight dress looks a bit like an imperial high-waisted skirt.

Her wedding dress is this dress, and Severus doesn’t know why he chose this style of dress to give it to her, as if everything is really doomed in the future.

"Good afternoon, Miss Georgiana!"

Pomona was startled by the sudden voice.

She looked back at the person who spoke, Dubois, one of the chief secret police officers.

He looked nervous, as if he had done something wrong.

"What's the matter with you? Mr. Superintendent?" Pomona asked the secret police, who was full of the atmosphere of the city.

"I heard that the master went to check in the city today." Dubois asked nervously, "Did he say anything?"

Pomona recalled.

"I received a pamphlet rectifying Louis XVI's name. It is now in the first ruling."

"Anything else?"

Dubois seems to be concerned about other issues.

"You can tell me directly, I can't guess what you are worried about."

Dubois nervously squeezed the cap in his hand, and said after a moment, "I heard you passed by a porridge shop."

"and then?"

"That is my responsibility. The master gave us a sum of money to help the poor."

"Have you embezzled public funds?" Pomona asked bluntly.

"No, no, no..." Dubois hurriedly waved his hand.

"This is normal. People often embezzle the donations of good-hearted people in the name of doing good." Pomona smiled and said, "Are you worried that someone will report you?"

Dubois was sweaty, and his face was pale. It seemed that Pomona was right.

"I think that compared to the little public funds you embezzled, the first ruling has more pressing problems that need to be solved, and you still have something to use."

"Oh, thank you, angel of mercy." Dubois grabbed Pomona's hand and kissed it. "Can you tell me, I'll do it right away."

Pomona would like to say to catch those who distribute brochures.

But at that time, only a lanky young man with a malnourished look on his face issued the pamphlet to Pomona. It is estimated that it was a farmer who had just entered the city. He didn't know anything and didn't know the words. He thought he was just picking up one. A job similar to advertising, otherwise it would not be published in the city center.

"Tell me first, what did you do before?" Pomona asked.

"I used to be a miner." Dubois said, "Later I became an anti-smuggling policeman."

"A miner as an anti-smuggling policeman?" Pomona tried to sort out the logic inside.

"Those smugglers are very good at digging tunnels. Once they dug the exit to the monastery."

Pomona realized instantly.

"The last time you mentioned the problem of rising food prices in the carriage, was it also because someone smuggled it in private?"

"This...this..."

"A high-ranking official involved?" Pomona looked at this little man. He might have the courage to grasp the strength of those who directly carry the goods, and he did not dare to move the upper level, which happened to be what Napoleon wanted to move.

Not only does it make the country difficult to make money, but it also sells food to foreign countries and even enemy countries. What is this not treason?

Louis XVI was beheaded for this, but unfortunately the miner did not really understand his mind.

Then again, why can she understand?

"What is Fouché's job?" Pomona asked.

"Catch those who seek rebellion."

"Your work is completely different, how can you fight so hard?"

Dubois was embarrassed, and finally said, "We will set up special commissioners in some places."

"That's what you think." Pomona frowned. Fouché knew that she was shrewd and cunning, and she had formal official positions, which was different from Dubois, a little figure who relied on "fortune".

If you have to make a difference, Fouché is a hypocrite, Dubois is a real villain, Dubois sees things with vested interests, and Fouché sees things far and deeper.

Busy infighting, there is no time to manage the royalist party. If the royalist party really succeeds in its restoration one day, Fouché can continue to pay high officials, while Dubois will have to follow Napoleon's loss.

No wonder Fouché is called a "political tumbler" by historians.

"How did you get discovered by the first ruling?" Pomona asked.

"Foucher introduced it." Dubois said.

"He is your benefactor, are you still like this?" Pomona said incredulously.

Dubois didn’t seem to understand what Pomona was talking about.

Pomona understands, this is a group of wolves who don't even know what they are, no wonder they are so wolf-hearted.

The creators of Rome were two wolf boys. Perhaps it was precisely because of this similar quality that Napoleon was so like the Roman emperor.

For a long time, mistress politics has been shameless by the people. Josephine expressed his unwillingness to participate in politics in public. In fact, there must be many old nobles around her.

The first thing the commander sent by Jacobin during the Siege of Toulon was not to deploy defenses, but to clean up the old aristocrats who might be rebelled inside. Not all the old aristocrats were so eager for the return of the Bourbon royal family, and not all the new aristocrats. All support Napoleon.

Pomona is past the age of seeing the little girl screaming at idols. The internal affairs are so messed up that the war seems relaxed.

People are like this, they want to do it when they find it interesting. If the pain is like doing homework, no one will do it.

It’s not that everyone is the kind of weird Hermione Granger who loves to do homework.

Politics is about using each other, but Pomona doesn’t want to do that.

At first, the Dark Lord used Fenrir very conveniently, but after his second defeat, Fenrir's werewolves became a major problem in the wizarding world. Or, like Charles IV of the Holy Roman Empire, leaving a golden edict, leading to the division of the empire.

"Why the first ruling let you control the porridge shop?" Pomona asked.

"The money is donated by the master privately, and it is necessary to contact many civilians with lice on their bodies. Others are not willing to do it.

Pomona has nothing to say.

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"Why didn't you leave?" After dealing with the secret police, John saw Severus again.

"Something that can be solved by a curse." Severus said lazily, "How are you?"

"Thank you for the potion, otherwise our wounds will not heal so quickly." John said, "Can it be mass produced?"

"No." Severus said categorically.

"What material is that made of?" John stepped back and asked.

"White moss."

"In mythology, the herbal medicine Venus gave to his son?" John said.

"You know a lot, what did you do before?"

John sighed, "What shall we do next?"

"I don't know what you are doing. I'm going to see my wife." Severus said, "Can I help you?"