Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2230 Flower War (One Hundred and Thirty Nine)

   Peeves is considered to be a mischievous spirit. He is not a dead person and is usually considered to have no physical shape. He can move objects, knock on doors and make noise.

But he was actually a man, and in a section of Hogwarts history he was seriously wounded, he warned everyone that the giant was coming, but no one listened to him, and then he died in full view, when his When the ghost left the body, everyone realized that he was not joking, he was still pearly white at that time.

   At least when Georgiana was alive, Peeves was colored and visible.

   Peeves feeds on teenagers wanting to hang out and pranksters, in other words, human ghosts can also be transformed into "non-beings", but they are not traditionally beyond life and death because they have lived.

   There's only one Peeves at Hogwarts, but there's only one living Georgiana here, and maybe Severus if he's going to come to her.

   At least these muggle non-beings don't fly like Peeves and suddenly turn out cannons to bomb schools.

   This could be her new subject, if he didn't exist.

When she returned to the hotel, Bonaparte was sitting by the fireplace, reading the book "Nickelboro's Travels." He seemed to have seen something interesting, with a smile on his face, and, He didn't look up, as if he didn't notice Georgiana's return.

  Ron was beaten when he returned to Hermione's side. Hermione was not like the heroines in other legends at all, darting to give him a hug.

   Now Georgiana also wants to deal with Madame de Châtel, but as the current head of France, the French Ministry of Magic will definitely protect his personal safety, just like the British Ministry of Magic protects the Prime Minister and the King.

   "What do you want to say?" He put down the book and looked at her.

You are a bastard!

   She cursed in her heart, but calmly picked up the water glass, a fresh water came to fill the glass, and then she drank.

   He came over and took the cup from her hand from behind.

   "That 'French Crow' promised to give you the castle back?" he asked knowingly.

   "What conditions did you promise him?" asked Georgiana.

   "What's my reward?" he asked against her ear.

   She said nothing.

   Then he collects the "reward" himself.

   "Can you think of me as him?"

   "You're not him." She said stiffly. "It's not fair."

   "Do you think the purgers will get a fair trial in that castle?" He said calmly, "I heard that the wizarding court only hears wizarding cases, and there may be 'non-magical people' among them."

   "You want to involve the secular courts?"

   He held her head and made her look into his aggressive eyes.

   "Why can't you forget him?"

  Georgiana has a hunch that if she mentions about the Portuguese Moon again at this time, she will die.

   "You are married, Leon."

   The fierce light in his eyes disappeared.

"He saved my life and took care of me when I was sick, I know Nelson didn't come back to his wife because of that, but I'm not like him, just like you, you remember how good Josephine was to you ." She said tiredly, "I will also remember how good he was to me."

   He released his hand from her neck.

   Then he sank himself into the chair he had just sat in, looking like an uneducated lieutenant.

   She walked to the fireplace and knelt down on his knees, watching the burning fire.

   "I wish I could be a cat," she muttered. "You can do nothing and have food and a warm nest."

   "That's a cat with a home, and stray cats don't have this kind of treatment." He said with a smile, stroking her hair with his hands, as if smoothing the cat's fur. "Do you remember what it was like to be a stray?"

   She felt that this was a threat, and if she dared to disobey, she would be kicked out and continued to wander.

"Did you know that Rousseau had cats too?" she purred. "He said to Hodge, who loves dogs, that cats don't like tyrannical masters, because cats love freedom, they will never be willing to be slaves, and they will not be as low as other animals. The eyebrows are pleasing to the eye, and all I think about is how to please the master."

   "I have to investigate this before answering you." He said coldly.

   "I heard that Josephine's dog bit you on your wedding night, is that true?" She teased and said, "What a good dog who is loyal and protective of his master."

   He did not fight back immediately.

   "Can I ask you a question?" he asked after a while.

"go ahead."

   "Are you doing all this for me?"

   She looked up at him.

   "Do you care about me?" he asked again.

   "You're asking more than just a question," she said.

   "So your answer is still 'no'?" he asked.

   "Don't talk like that," she said.

   "What do you mean?" he asked rhetorically.

   She didn't say it, because he looked a little pitiful at this time.

   "Your first question, my answer is fate, there is a madman who is going to destroy that city, I don't think it's rational."

   "What about the second question?" he pressed.

   "Because I mentioned your wedding night just now?" she asked with a smile.

   He was like a child, showing a very angry expression.

   "You have candy on you?"

   He looked at her in confusion.

   "I want candy," she ordered dryly.

   "There are oranges, do you eat them?" He also asked bluntly.

"Can."

   So he reached out and grabbed the oranges that were placed in a fruit basket not far away and put them in front of her.

   "Skin and feed me," she said critically.

   Holding back his anger, he peeled off the orange peel, then put a piece of the orange to her mouth, and she opened her mouth and ate the orange.

   He watched her chew quietly, as if he had suddenly discovered something interesting. Then he broke off another orange and put it in her mouth, and she opened her mouth to eat it again.

   "Come up." After feeding an orange, he ordered like a pet.

   She was also really obedient and sat on his lap.

   "Do you know why witches always keep cats?" She pinched his ancient Greek nose.

   "I don't know, you tell me." He asked with a confused smile.

"Everyone who goes to the magic school must have a pet. My first pet is a turtle, I don't need to take special care of it, and its lifespan is very long, even longer than me, I don't have to worry about it So sad, then I put it in the school lounge, like everyone else's pet, one day it disappeared, I have a student, he has a toad as a pet, but it keeps running away, in fact I I don't really want pets that much, but the school requires them to be brought, so I only brought one, so the turtle ran away, and I didn't specifically look for it."

   "I still don't get it." He asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

   "Why do witches have to keep cats? Can't they keep anything else? Are all women who keep cats witches?" she asked again.

   "You're complaining to me about the persecution of cats and witches?" he asked with "quirky bones".

   "Why am I saying that at this time?" she asked rhetorically.

   "Sometimes, I really think you're crazy," he said seriously.

   She smiled proudly and kissed him.

   "Get up." She pulled him to his feet.

   "What are you doing?" he said helplessly.

   "Trickortreat."

   "I gave candy just now."

"Maybe it's because I'm a 'trick-or-treater' that you've given me candy." She walked over to the bed and sat down. "The ring Severus gave me also had the inscription, 'naughty', you know the word is What's the meaning?"

   He didn't speak for a long time.

   "What are you thinking?" she asked.

   "Is he the madman you're talking about who will destroy Paris?"

  Georgianna did not answer.

"As a diplomatic envoy, when the prince asked Macartney for a pocket watch, he should give it to the prince, but because the pocket watch had a special meaning to him, Macartney refused." He rubbed his hands and said, "It cannot be taken by force. the love of others."

   "I warned you." She said lightly, "You told me that you regretted it."

   "When did you say it?" said the guy who had a great memory and would never forget it once he met him.

   She pouted, too lazy to answer.

   "Don't tell me to return the spoils next time, I won't." He said indifferently, "Unless they stepped on the corpses of 100,000 people."

   She smiled contemptuously.

   "What do you want to say?"

   robber.

   She didn't say anything.

   "That's what you told Louis XVIII last time."

"That's not the same." He said, looking at the fire in the fireplace, "If someone can beat me, he can take you away, but some things, even if I die, someone else will carry it, like a military flag , will never fall."

   She was so angry that she wanted to beat him.

   "Is that why I told you last time that someone harassed me, but you didn't show up?" She said sharply, "I'm not worth defending with your life?"

   "The woman sues, I'll stand up for her right away, what do you think I look like?" He teased "I thought you could measure."

   What to measure? Is there a difference between men fighting and women fighting?

   Strangely, she suddenly calmed down.

   "Understand?" he asked again.

   "You are only in your 30s." She complained, "When others are in their thirties, they will fight for the limelight."

   "That's why I'm old." He slumped on the chair and smiled. "Did we just look like the old guy who was holding the cat by the fire and cooking the fire?"

   She stuck her tongue out at him.

   "Your business is settled?" he asked again.

   "Yes." She said "We can leave tomorrow."

   "Wait for the city hall to complete the formalities and sign before leaving."

   "Oh~ this time you don't have to find a guardian for me, you signed on my behalf?" she sarcastically.

   "Of course," said Bonaparte.

   "Who?" she exclaimed.

   "Who gave you earrings?" he said with a smile.

  Georgianna opened her mouth and eyes in shock.

   (end of this chapter)