Chapter 2087 Trembling Movement (5)

The President of the Bank of France was speaking to Claude-Louis Poitier, the former Minister of War, who signed and appointed Napoleon as Commander-in-Chief of the Italian Front of the French Republic in 1796, and who transformed the military accounts since the Revolution.

It has never been clearer.

Next to these two people is Sekh, a well-known big businessman and ship owner in the Bordeaux area. He has good connections in both political and business circles and currently serves in the Senate.

There were several people standing in the outer circle of these three people, including the painter David's teacher Wei An. He should have been responsible for painting on such occasions, but he brought his students, so the students were responsible for the painting.

There is also the playwright Heines, who is now the editor-in-chief of The Monitor.

Then there is Mr. Duchatel, who is a government counselor and the director of registration. He seems to be quite old. Coupled with the fatigue caused by the heavy work, his spirit is completely inferior to that of Bei, who is also married to a young wife.

Duke of Telford.

Georgiana could now go back and see what Bonaparte was doing on the carriage. Maybe she would have an "unexpected surprise".

But this was a dream. The people who seemed alive in front of her were all dead, just like the dancing ghosts she saw in the Louvre, lost in a world that seemed real and fake.

She glanced at the purifier, who was observing her from outside the crowd.

Their purpose is to capture Severus. Once Severus is also captured, she will be useless. Can Bonaparte protect her?

Maybe those crocodile sculptures that can make magic disappear will have a surprise attack effect, but he has already used it...

Georgiana looked at the purifier, who was smiling at her.

If there is such a hypothesis, these purges "used to" work for the Jacobins, the real Napoleon used those crocodile sculptures to make them lose their magic and become like Muggles, so that those Muggle soldiers could arrest them with guns

and execute them.

After they die, they are trapped in this world with their enemies and continue their war with wizards.

Everyone wants to go to heaven after death, but the door to heaven is not open, but the door to hell is. And this hell is not full of torture as people imagine.

She could endure a life of poverty. She had also worn clothes that were full of patches and mud. She was happy then.

This kind of extravagant party is not what she likes.

She missed the man in evening clothes waiting for her in the greenhouse, who also sprinkled a lot of unicorn horn powder on the road.

Then he kissed her under the pavilion. What music was playing in the greenhouse at that time?

She seemed to have heard the song, but she seemed not to have heard it, and then she felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning.

"She's awake!" said Fiona, the nurse taking care of her.

"Let me see." Draco Malfoy said, and then she saw his pretty girl-like face.

"No, she's not awake, let's go!" Draco said, and then she felt like she was floating up, like a cloud.

She felt completely relaxed and wanted to never get up again.

Lily has everything, marriage, children, a husband who is willing to change for her, and is still remembered after he dies, but what about Pomona?

She was like a speck of dust falling on the mirror, waiting to be stroked away.

In this case, why create her?

As a witch, she tried to understand God, but the final result was that God did not exist, so why did she lie to trick others into believing?

Napoleon tended to deal with the Pope's letters later. It was not an urgent matter in his eyes. Even on the day when the treaty was signed, he laughed when he heard "Saint Paul's wrath" in parliament, and other members of Parliament laughed.

He also laughed.

I am not your pastime to experience love after fighting.

She said to the smiling man, but she knew he couldn't hear her because it was her imagination.

She woke up again, and a "magician" appeared in front of her, holding a magic wand in his hand.

"What did you do to me!" Georgiana said angrily and pushed him.

"It's just a little hypnosis." The magician raised his hands.

"Did you use the Imperius Curse on me?" Georgiana asked.

"What?"

Before he could answer, Carolan had already taken him away with members of the Ministry of Magic.

She wanted to cry now, because the mind of the person who was cast the Imperius Curse would go blank and they would feel very happy. She had that feeling just now - she thought she had returned to the real world.

"Are you okay?" An officer came over and asked her with concern.

Before she could answer, several people gathered around to inquire about her welfare, all of them were men.

She was a little confused whether these people really cared about her or had ulterior motives, but the French official who told her the story "rescued" her and took her outside the tent to breathe fresh air.

The air was fresh, but very cold, so she wrapped the gauze shawl tightly around her body.

The official did not take off his own clothes, but found an unused cloak nearby and put it on her body, and then took snuff himself.

"I am a historian and a writer." The official said, "My name is Charles de Lacretaire."

"It's an honor to meet you." She said dryly and politely.

"You can't talk to me like that just because I told you something bad about the English people," Raclette Taylor said. "That's an objective fact."

"How do I know how many of the 'facts' you mentioned are true?" she said rudely.

He said nothing and looked at the bushes not far away.

The grand party did not change in any way because of that episode, and there was still the melodious sound of music behind them.

"When the happiness of the French people is founded on more organized laws, all Europe will be free." said La Cretelle. "But the necessary condition for achieving peace in Europe is the establishment of a stable system, which is what Bonaparte said

of."

"I heard it." Georgiana said coldly, "This statement sounds like a great man."

"Why are you suddenly angry?" Lacretaire asked.

She frowned and decided not to say it.

"I'm worried about money." Georgiana said after a moment. "I don't want to spend a lot of money by throwing parties all the time."

"Because I told you about Qianlong's southern tour?"

"And Louis XVI, do you know how much it cost for him to go to Fontainebleau?"

Raclette Taylor looked back at the venue.

"The money may come from the military budget of Boulogne-sur-Mer, and Potier will soon become the military governor of Boulogne."

"What?"

"Don't look back." Lacretaire warned her, "The layout of the military facilities has been completed, and the next step is construction and funding. Otherwise, what do you think they would be talking about when they get together?"

"How can we let painters and newspaper editors sit in on such a topic?" said Georgiana.

"No secret will last more than 40 days in Europe."

Georgiana had nothing to say.

"You have tried your best to bring us peace, madam." Raclette said. "Please enjoy this moment and don't worry about anything else."

Georgiana pulled the firewood in the fireplace to make it burn brighter, and the wood made a crackling sound.

If we take the sea route, a summit between the Ministry of Magic will be held in Calais. At that time, the British Ministry of Magic will try to find ways to return to Europe, but the Muggle foreign policy of "glorious isolation" may cause great obstacles to them.

Compared to "managing things", she prefers to take the formal path like Macartney. Why go sideways if there is a formal path? And she is very tired of "nepotism", especially among the aristocrats of the old era, where husbands and wives interact with each other.

They all have mistresses and mistresses.

What kind of marriage is this?

Please forgive her common people's marriage values. She believes that couples should be loyal to each other.

Maybe someone is guessing at this time, why is she not happy even though she is living a life that everyone admires?

Why must we be happy to live the life everyone wants?

Which bastard said that Napoleon was infatuated and she wanted to use the Cruciatus Curse on that man.

"Don't come, Severus." She said softly, then closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair, wanting to experience the feeling of floating again.

She still hopes that he can live well, start a normal love again, and marry a woman who can give him children, even if she is very young and he is already middle-aged.

Half-blood Veela is a curse. Bill almost turned into a werewolf. It is better to stay away from them. One day she wants to find a place to live alone, become a weird old woman, and die quietly. This world

Maybe it would be cleaner.
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