Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2243 Fierce Frenzy (3)

   Much of London's terrain is shaped by rivers, which cut deep valleys that can still be seen in the early 19th century.

The Tybourne River begins at Hampstead River and Shepherd's Well, passes by Swiss Cottage and Regent's Park, joins a tributary that passes through Belsize Park, it passes through the aqueduct of Regent's Canal, and then reappears in the cruise ship lake south of the park . In summer, some people swim in it, and in winter, some people skate on it, but sometimes the ice is not thick enough, or the thickness of the ice surface is inconsistent due to the undercurrent, so it will cause an accident of falling into the water, but even this is still impossible. Block people's enthusiasm for skating.

  Pomona remembered Draco's skating date with Astonia, when they seemed to have moved into a South Kensington flat.

   That was what old Malfoy used to house his mistress. She remembered how angry she was when she moved in. She didn't think she would have such a day.

   She was lying on the sofa, basking in the sun through the window glass. In this day and age, between 2pm and 5pm is known as 'fashion hour', and the hipster crowd will appear around Oxford Street around this time. This is the working time of the vast majority of people, and those with wage earners can't go into the stores where "hipsters" go, and can only look out of the window at most. Moorish-style glass houses, galleries, gun shops, silk and velvet, and most notably jewelry stores. "Looking at the window" was a part of life at that time. Pawnshops sometimes looked very similar to jewelry stores. Only the notice on the door could reflect its function. The other thing was a shop selling specimens of birds, including birds of paradise, hummingbirds, and parrots. There are also birds that sell partridges, most of which are the prey of a nobleman. He does not intend to eat it, but displays it at home as a trophy.

For the upper class, in addition to hunting, walking, and looking at shop windows, another way to pass the time is to watch shows. Although magicians will perform for the upper class and ordinary people, the vast majority of fashionable people will choose "fashionable hours". "Watch, the average person will go after get off work.

   She remembered one idle afternoon when she and Severus had their "fashionable hour" when they were also laying on the couch basking in the sun and Bach's piano downstairs.

   From one of the windows of that apartment, you can see the roof of the Serpentine Gallery, which looks like a snake winding its way through the London mist.

During the few days she stayed in Ostend, the magicians who followed her on tour were not idle. They performed "magic" to the Belgian people on the stage of the opera.

It's not the Middle Ages anymore, no one thinks of tricks as "miracles" anymore, but in Italy, a priest tried to make the Madonna cry, but fortunately Mengji cracked the mechanism before things got serious, just put the When the cup of water in the hand of the Virgin is taken away, she will not cry.

  Georgianna wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, she is a woman anyway, no one will make fun of her when she cry.

   Compared to spending Christmas alone, she is more saddened by her current status. She used to be a "hostess" and now she is a "Princess". The key is that she doesn't like famous paintings, jewelry, and costumes, so what is she doing? Is the world peaceful?

Triwizard Tournament The Weasley Brothers also opened a bet. The children took a small bet with their pocket money, but before that, they invested in the Quidditch World Cup betting and lost all their savings over the years, and the organizer I owe the goblin a lot of money.

The bell at the opening of the stock market is like the bell of a boxer, and some people gamble below. In essence, war is also a kind of gamble. Those who bought the loser's national debt will not return a word. This time they went to Santo Domingo. Many people also bought bonds in Santo Domingo and went bankrupt with the news of the defeat.

I guess there is no way to eat tropical cane sugar. Fortunately, there is beet sugar. She remembers that Belgian chocolate is very famous, and cocoa beans are also bitter. You need to add a lot of sugar to become well-known chocolate, but cocoa beans are also tropical. produced.

  Sometimes she really hopes to be a simple and happy woman, like Lily, but unfortunately fate is not fair to her, everything she wants is obtained by Lily.

   She couldn't lie down, stood up, and started destroying everything she could see. The sound of the china breaking down made her feel much better.

   She doesn't have to lie to herself, she is in **** at the moment.

  What Christmas is it? It's a lie in itself.

"What happened?"

  Georgianna looked back and found that it was her guardian, Richard Edgeworth.

   She wanted to pass out like this, so someone helped her up, but she sat back on the sofa by herself.

   Edgeworth went to the sofa and sat next to her.

   "If you have a daughter, tell her not to be someone else's mistress." Georgiana said calmly.

   "I have daughters, and more than one." Edgeworth said softly, "I let her choose."

   She looked at Edgeworth.

"My friends arrange marriages for their daughters, and Maria has a suitor, a Swiss banker, but she's not sure if she wants to marry him," Edgeworth said. Not too young."

   "You're a pampering dad," said Georgiana.

   Edgeworth smiled "I'm so proud of her."

   "Is it because she has published a book and is still more famous than you?"

   "Maybe it's because I'm glad she's not the gossip woman, she's quite reasonable in some cases."

  Georgianna looked at him in shock.

   "How about you publish a book of your own? Or try writing."

   "I published a booklet that introduced plants."

"No no no, I'm talking about writing, write down your true thoughts." Edgeworth sighed, "It doesn't have to be a diary, and it doesn't have to be published, so give yourself so much time every day to face the truth. Own."

  Georgianna thought.

   "How about trying it now?" Edgeworth said.

   She looked at the mess, how to write in this environment?

   Edgeworth took a pen out of his jacket pocket.

"It's my friend's little invention, lo and behold." Edgeworth unscrewed the back of the pen, which is still different from modern pens. There is a small bottle like eye drops, which is taken out when filling ink. Down, not using the siphon principle to **** the ink directly from the ink bottle.

   "Much more convenient than a quill, right?" Edgeworth said.

  Georgianna looked at his shirt. It was black, so there was no trace of ink. If you were wearing light-colored clothes, it would be easily stained by the leaking ink.

   "Try it." Edgeworth urged.

   "I'm still used to using quills." She said politely, then stood up, found paper and quills from the mess, and sat down at a small round table.

   "Write whatever you want," Edgeworth said. "You don't write novels, reports."

   She saw that Edgeworth was sitting on the sofa and didn't move, as if she didn't intend to "check the homework", so after thinking for a while, she wrote some words on the paper, and she felt much more relaxed after writing.

   "Can I see what you wrote?" Edgeworth said with a smile.

   "No." She folded the page, trying to find a place to hide it.

   "You have a beautiful smile. You looked angry just now. I thought you were going to transform into a monster." Edgeworth said exaggeratedly.

   "Maybe I was." Georgiana smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of 'beautiful monsters'?"

   "Like a fairy?"

   "No, it's like a mermaid. After listening to the mermaid's song, sailors who approached rashly will be eaten by them, but people are still looking for them to prove that they exist."

   "So do you think merfolk exist?" Edgeworth asked.

   "Of course, I am."

   Edgeworth looked at her in shock.

"There is a story about a mermaid. She drank the witch's potion and exchanged her voice for a pair of human legs. Every step she took was as painful as being cut by a knife. It was the little mermaid who saved the prince, but the neighbor's But the princess said that she had rescued him, and the little mermaid jumped into the sea and turned into foam."

   "Why did she save the prince?"

   "Because the prince was shipwrecked, that's not the point." Georgiana sighed, "I won't take revenge on the princess of the territory, and I'll probably choose to be the same as the Little Mermaid in the end."

   "So you think you're a merman?" Edgeworth asked.

   "Don't you think I'm stupid?" asked Georgiana.

   "No, probably because you're as kind as she is," Edgeworth said.

  Georgianna looked him in the eyes, and suddenly remembered that she had threatened Bonaparte that she would become Princess Medea, poisoning his new love and his heir.

   What kind of kindness is she?

   Maybe when she was a chubby little witch, how cheerful and optimistic she was back then.

   "Come on, let's go out for a walk." She said to Edgeworth, "Let's see what's good in Belgium."

   "Young lady should pay attention to her waistline," said Edgeworth.

  Georgianna laughed.

"Look at the dress I'm wearing, Richard, do you think it shows the waistline?" Georgiana showed off her Ionian dress, which was about as loose as a maternity dress. "It's still worn in the UK. Tights?"

   Edgeworth said nothing.

  Georgianna suddenly realized that this might be a benefit of not returning to England.

The straitjacket and the murder-weapon skirt should have been on fire long ago, and there are women in those dresses that have been lit by candles, like witches at the stake, even though all the witches in Salem are dead in hanging.

   (end of this chapter)