Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2327 peternnnchen (nine)

  On the sixth day of Genesis, God made two monsters out of clay, one was Leviathan and the other was Behemoth. Around the Middle Ages, Behemoth became one of the Seven Lords of Hell, a demon representing "lust".

   It also has a Hebrew name that means "herd of beasts". For example, among the people who originally played the game together, there was a big winner and a big loser, as well as a small winner and a small loser. When the rules specified by the big winner can no longer control the overall situation, the small winner and the The little loser, and even the person who replaced the unlucky one later, feels that they have a chance, because they all know the rules and how to play the game, and they want to be the one who sets the rules, but how do they decide?

  Georgianna was cutting the schnitzel on the plate. She didn't tell Bonaparte what kind of meat it was, but it was just as tender and juicy as it had been fried.

   Pork is considered unclean because it eats everything, but since he has eaten dog meat in Egypt, he doesn't care about the "details".

   She wouldn't do anything poisonous, not just because it was a waste of food, but because if Napoleon died at this time, Europe would be plunged into civil war for at least 50 years. The "rules of the game" set by Charles IV and the Habsburgs can no longer be played. Until those German princes pass through civil war, annexation, and finally form a new Behemoth, the war will not stop, let alone Napoleon's generals who thought he was only "lucky" to become the first ruling general.

  The most direct manifestation of ambition is lust, and sometimes even greed, but greed does not necessarily mean ambition.

  Rita Kist said that Hermione was ambitious and didn't know how she saw it. Could it be because Hermione is Victor Klum's gossip girlfriend and Harry's "gossip girlfriend" at the same time?

No one likes this "bad girl", that Easter Easter egg Hermione received from Molly was about the size of an egg, Harry's was the size of a dragon's egg, of course, it could be Keep an eye out for the exaggerated descriptions of the children at their table...

   "Not to your taste?"

   She looked up at the man on the other side of the small table, whose plate was already full of Wiener Schnitzel.

   "You don't feel greasy?" asked Georgiana.

   "I think it's delicious."

   "That's good." She took a bite of fried potatoes sprinkled with thyme.

   "Don't explain it?" he asked with a smile.

   But Georgiana thought he wanted to bite her.

   "There was a French girl who said that the dishes I made were too greasy, and she couldn't wear her dress, and so did you. Don't you also say that you have gained weight?"

   "I think she's just complaining..."

   "What's there to complain about?" she said indignantly, "Other people have eaten my food for years without complaining."

   "That's because she's French, and the French whine are definitely world champions."

  She opened her eyes in surprise.

   "Have you ever heard how other people complained after the cancellation of their work coffee?" Bonaparte raised his fork and snatched a sliced ​​steak from her plate.

   "It's so late, you still eat so much!" She complained, she wanted to protect her plate, but she felt that it was too childish. "Be careful of gaining weight!"

   "I don't need to tuck myself into my skirt." He said with a smug smile.

   She was tempted to say that Severus had a much thinner waist than you when he was your age.

   But she swallowed the words and covered her mouth with a burrito.

   "Why are you so quiet today?"

   "When will you leave after dinner?"

   He was a little upset.

   "Are you driving me away?"

   "It's still very dangerous outside, be careful and safe." She didn't have the general knowledge of "children", so she said calmly.

   In fact, she really didn't want to keep him here for the night. This palace once belonged to Margaret of Austria, where only children and widows lived. If only he really was a child.

   But he seemed to have misunderstood and looked at her with a very moved look.

   "Crash", as if something was broken.

  Georgianna looked in the direction of the sound, and found that the salt shaker by the stove had fallen to the ground for no reason.

   "I don't have to go back." He quickly ignored the little accident and said to her in a glib voice, "Would you share your bed with me?"

   "In fact I have something to tell you," said Georgiana with a deadpan expression, telling Bonaparte what Bertin had told her during the day.

   "That means Marie Antoinette wasn't targeting Josephine, she was just repeating what happened before she died."

   "Are you talking about ghost stories?" He smiled. "Yes, what else?"

  Georgianna thinks he doesn't believe it at all, so she doesn't know if she should tell him about the "prank ghost" in this room.

   At this moment, there was another sound of glass falling to the ground, and she chose to ignore it and finish her dinner.

"do not move!"

   Bonaparte said suddenly, and drew an embroidery needle out of the potato she was about to put in her mouth.

   He looked at it in surprise, then at Georgiana.

Georgina felt lucky, fortunately Bonaparte ate the steak first, otherwise he would have swallowed the needle easily, and surgery would have been unavoidable, and with the current infection rate, he was almost certain to die. .

   "You want to murder me?" He turned his face instantly, his face looking extremely gloomy.

   "It's a prank," she said blankly.

"What did you say?"

"Looks like I'm wrong." Georgiana snatched the embroidery needle from Bonaparte's hand and compared it with the one Bertin had taken out of her dress. "If you must stay here for the night, remember Don't change your shoes."

   He didn't seem to want to stay for a moment, and stood up pressing the handle of the knife.

  Georgianna didn't stop him at all, and continued to eat while saying, "Remember to be careful!"

   His back quickly disappeared at the door, and then she heard the sound of horseshoes going away.

   "You just want me to be like you, right? Margaret." Georgiana said to the void.

   "Who are you talking to?" said Bonaparte, who had gone and returned, standing at the door.

   "Why didn't you go?"

   He sat back to the seat he had just sat with an unhappy expression on his face.

   "Can you explain?"

   She didn't know how to explain the difference between a "prank ghost" and a "ghost" to a Muggle who couldn't see anyway.

   She turned the embroidery needle into a wooden soldier, the kind of toy that little boys often receive at Christmas, and placed it in front of him.

   "That's my explanation." She said blankly, "You should go just now."

   He still tried to keep his composure.

   "Prank ghosts are often tied to houses, and I told you not to touch those two fortifications around Bruges..."

   "What can they do?" asked Bonaparte.

"It's not very strong, but it's hard to deal with. You know how Margaret of Austria died? A maid broke a glass and stepped on it with her foot, and then died of an infection from the wound. The first day I got here to take a bath, and the elf here put a broken glass outside my tub, but luckily I found it in time, so I tell you not to change your shoes when you sleep here."

"It's that simple?"

   "It's as simple as that. It's like putting a banana peel on someone's feet. It's like putting a banana peel on the bottom of someone's feet. If the unlucky guy falls down and hits something on his head, he will die."

   "You are not afraid of..."

   "That's the kind of education I received. There are quite a few ghosts where I go to school." She interrupted him. "Not to mention that I still teach there later, don't forget, I'm a wizard, Lyon."

   At this moment, the screams of the girls were suddenly heard.

  Georgianna found that the "Prank Ghost" was very active tonight, and there was usually no movement all night.

   She glanced at Bonaparte again, who was looking in that direction in disbelief.

   "I'll ask the Mamluks to take you back." She dropped the napkin, took out her wand, and ended the lack of interaction.

   In fact, she didn't have that feeling of wanting to "eat him alive" when she and Severus were dating Severus in the castle kitchen during the whole process.

  What happened to her?

   She needs to think about it, so thank you for showing up at this time, Margaret, you came just in time.

   (end of this chapter)