Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1429 Countdown

  Maria Lenoman is not a combat mage, she may not be Louvre Truman’s opponent.

Besides, if she had to obliterate the memory of Severus in Georgiana’s mind, she might have erased most of her memories of her life. If she used "forget everything" as soon as she met, maybe Georgiana would have lost it. The problem was that she had been a fortune-teller for a long time, and she was habitually talking nonsense. The villain often died of talking too much, so she was very funny and went away.

  Georgiana looked at this female Auror, also named Truman, and tried to find traces of Gabriel Truman on her face.

  "Which college did you graduate from?" Truman asked.

   "Hefpuff." She answered honestly, "A college with your minister."

   "What is your real name?"

  Georgiana shook her head.

  Truman sat opposite her, "What did you see?"

   "Hunger, and greed, there is a disaster coming quietly."

   "Is there a solution?"

   "I don't think so." Georgiana shook her head helplessly, "No one will listen."

   "How do you know if you don't try."

  Georgiana took a sip of black tea with a wry smile.

  "Do you use tea for divination?" Truman asked again.

   "No, and I don't believe in tea divination."

   "Then what fortune telling did you just use? I didn't see you using crystal **** and playing cards."

   "The laws of human nature and value." Georgiana said.

  "You just asked about your Aragon, did you mean the Duchess of Anjou, Yolanda of Aragon?"

  Georgiana did not answer her question.

  How did she come up with this strange question just now?

  "Jan of Arc has only existed for 11 months, but the Duchess of Anjou has existed for 42 years, and we will not let you be Jean." Louvre pointed his wand at Georgiana's fetters.

   "No!" she exclaimed.

   "Why not?" Louvre asked.

   "He will not feel unsafe." Georgiana said calmly, "I want him to help me untie it."

   "Although the witch hated just now, she was right about one thing. Everyone has to choose to stand in line." Louvre said, "You should choose one side."

   "I thought international secrecy laws kept wizards away from Muggles."

   "I was sent by Downing Street, because I am the only female Auror." Lufu sneered and said, "I didn't expect gender to become my advantage."

"when did you come?"

   "The French woman left not long after she left, and we agreed to take turns."

  Georgiana shook her head helplessly, it seems that something is happening under her nose.

   "Do you want to go back to England?" Louvre asked, looking at the watercolor sketch on the table.

  Georgiana was thinking about what Maria said just now.

  She chose to stay because of her ambitions.

  Did Lei Norman really predict accurately, or is she good at seeing people?

  The woman was not like Sybil. She was very frantic when she prophesied. Sybil couldn't remember what happened after she prophesied. Lei Norman looked sober, but she said she was a dreamer.

  The sleepwalker had better not wake her up, otherwise she would go crazy.

   "Is George III really crazy this time?" Georgiana asked.

   Louvre did not answer this question.

   "I'm going to sleep for a while. If you have nothing to do, you can read a book." Georgiana pointed to her neatly stacked book. "Especially the Wealth of Nations, my prediction is in it."

   Then she went to the bedroom next door, threw her shawl on the rocking chair, and fell asleep on the plain bed.

  Dreaming in a dream is really a strange thing, but Georgiana still dreamed. She was driving a carriage on the road. There are hawthorn flowers on both sides of the road. After these flowers bloom, they are like spring snow, covered with branches.

  If one day she wants to plant a street tree, she must plant it.

  Although hawthorn is very sour to eat, it is a fruit that is good for the body. It can also be stored in sugar. Old fools will definitely like to eat it.

  She was thinking so, an old wizard suddenly grabbed a hawthorn candied she made and took a bite. Behind the half-moon glasses were a pair of blue eyes.

   "Why are you here?" Georgiana asked.

   "Give you a suggestion, the monarch in 1802 was not sober." The old fool said, "The king you chose needs you."

   "Will he still become a king?" Georgiana said tiredly.

"First of all, you have to understand that monarchs and feudal despotism are not the same thing." The old fool explained. "At a time when the fate of a country is extremely dangerous, the value of a wise, calm and wise monarch is immeasurable. He can resolve every party. The conflict between the two, and the long-planned internal hatred."

  "Do you mean France or England?"

   "I told you that all the monarchs in 1802 were unconscious, not just France and England."

  "Why is this year?" Georgiana asked.

   "On the first day, God said that there should be light." The old fool said, "On the second day, God created air and separated water and air. Do you remember what opera he watched on Christmas Day in 1800?"

  Georgiana mixed with a spirit, and the old fool smiled meaningfully, waved at Georgiana, and then continued to eat hawthorn fruit while humming a song.

  The two-wheeled carriage took her quickly, and soon the hawthorn flowers around turned into white mist.

  The French calendar is very beautiful. Frost Moon, Fruit Moon, Portuguese Moon, Fog Moon, Snow Moon. Unfortunately, most people are not used to using it, and they use numbers instead.

  She reached out and stroked the face of her little French lover, his gray-blue eyes only had her shadow.

   "I thought you understood." She whispered, "All glory and wealth are fleeting, and hereditary can't keep the things you want to protect forever."

   "I hate him." Leon said calmly, "I want him to die."

   "Many people want him to live..."

"I remember most of what he said when I saw him for the first time, most of which I didn't understand, but peace, soldier, it's useless, I understand. I was thinking, what does this man want to do?" I broke her words. "Later, I remembered that I didn’t go to the Tuileries on the day I returned to Paris. I didn’t live there, and Josephine didn’t wait for me in Paris. I am sober now, I have no dreams, you see."

  He showed her his arm, it was almost black.

   "What did you do?"

   "Helped a trapped stag free. I fired seven shots." He said calmly, "Just like him, freed a cursed old man."

  She was speechless.

   "You said I was a gunpowder-smelling man, now you smell it?" He sniffed the black arm to her, it was indeed a strong smell of gunpowder and a smell of blood.

"I heard that madness can be inherited, and my family also has genetic diseases. I have seen many corpses without internal organs on the battlefield, but I have not seen the autopsy table. I don't think I can be a doctor. It's disgusting." He Some were crazy and said, "But I still want to see what the stomach looks like, so I dissected the deer."

   "The stomach of a deer is different from that of a human." She said quickly.

   "I feel the same." He smiled and said, "I think dissecting that deer is like dissecting his corpse, why?"

  She could not speak.

"tell me."

   "His patron saint... is a deer."

"And yours?"

   "Swan."

   "Malmaison has a lot of precious birds, Josephine told me not to shoot that swan." He whispered, "She's a good woman, isn't she?"

  Georgiana nodded.

   "Good girl." He kissed her on the forehead. "You don't need to tell them the condition, they will send it to the door by themselves anyway."

   "Then I..."

   "Sleep with me." He patted his shoulder. "This is your future job."

  She wanted to refuse, but in the end she leaned forward.

  She should let go of her ambitions and try to be an ordinary person so that she can leave.

   "I said, what did you do to me, what did I do to the United Kingdom, this time I let them go, you know?"

  Georgiana nodded immediately.

   Then he hugged her like a plush toy, and soon fell asleep.

  But the hand that was blackened by black powder left black marks on her clothes and bed sheets, which seemed to be unwashed.

  (End of this chapter)