Chapter 2428 royalcircus (eleven)

   She remembers a scene when she was still in the Louvre in the 21st century, and Hathor showed her a scene when Bonaparte had just been removed from the Moscow front and was living in a small hotel.

   He didn't ignite, but kept spinning in circles, muttering to himself, as if preparing to speak. Soon the Poles came, and he gave them millions of francs, and then the Poles went away contented, as if the defeat had not happened.

This is unimaginable for people living 200 years later. It is precisely because of the "War of 1812" that immigration to the United States has increased from 5,000 a year to 500,000. At that time, Pomona was in Liverpool's museum. I was shocked when I saw this data.

   In all eras, there were civilians who avoided war. At that time, Napoleon seemed very likely to unify Europe. Where else could he go without going to North America and Australia, which were far from the European continent?

  When sailors were still captured by the British Navy, in 1812, the United Kingdom and the United States also went to war, and the new immigrants drove the Merino sheep to the northwest inland migration.

As a result of this defeat, Prussia once again ignited hope. Starting from the king's sisters in 1813, women donated their jewelry, and some even donated their wedding gold in exchange for a Prussian government. The ironware "only to commemorate the donation in 1813" can still be seen in the museum.

   Bismarck is called the Prime Minister of Iron and Blood, and Prussia is called the Iron Empire, but people are still flesh and blood. Friedrich Nietzsche said that every day without dancing is a betrayal of life.

  I was dancing a duet, but suddenly it turned into a solo dance, which was very uncomfortable. In Nietzsche's Dionysian spirit, people not only demand survival, but also pursue the release of vitality.

  Old and lonely widows and young people who need opportunities get what they need. Nietzsche said that any theory that devalues ​​life and desire is hypocritical and absurd. It is even more shocking to say that God is dead.

If God is dead and human beings lose absolute moral standards, all morality will be judged by "I". This result will lead everyone to create their own values ​​and moral values, and to live their lives through the pursuit of their own way of life. the way you want.

  You have your morals, he has his justice, just like the Hogwarts school anthem, everyone chooses their favorite tune, and they gather together in the end, not a "chorus".

It was almost Christmas, and Georgiana asked the children to sing "Silent Night" together. Although they were not the choir of the church, it was a good feeling to watch a group of noble children perform in front of her. After singing, Georgiana gave them each song. Everyone sent a golden bee.

Then she talked about buying Christmas gifts for the children of the orphanage. She was talking about the orphanage in Paris, but the ladies would be wrong, thinking she was talking about the war survivors, and it happened that Brussels was here. There will be a lot of taxes on the next Oktoberfest, and that's how "business" comes.

   The woolen textile industry in Flanders has declined, but it is not yet extinct. It can provide blankets and woolen fabrics, so that children may have new clothes for Christmas. Although there is still a famine and the Christmas dinner is probably gone, it is still ok to buy some sugar and make chocolate.

This kind of scene reminded her of the women she used in Paris to make amulets for the soldiers who went to Santo Domingo. They didn't work, and almost the entire army was wiped out. More than 20,000 people were elites who had experienced the French Revolution. .

   Then she called Farron over to see if he could give each of the ladies here a bottle of French perfume, and then she left the ladies' living room and went to the next door to have a look.

The place where the    men congregate, as always, smells of smoke and coffee, and they are surrounding a map. That's a survey near the village of Metz, and they're planning how to turn this agricultural village into an industrial area.

   No one who has seen the "fog" in London thinks that it is a good idea to locate the industrial area close to the city, and Georgiana's appearance interrupts their conversation.

   She walked over to look at the map, where a straight line had been drawn with a ruler, divided into large and small plots, and their names were written, which looked a bit appalling.

   "Has the resettlement of the villagers been resolved?" asked Georgiana.

   “They will get a compensation and move out,” said the Brussels MP.

   "Where is the post office?" asked Georgiana.

   "Where would you like to put it?"

  Georgianna looked at the map, but did not immediately decide where to choose the post office.

   "Please design it according to Belgian habits, I just have a request, if the villagers in Metz want to work in the post office, they will be admitted."

The MPs agreed, and then Georgiana turned and left. Unexpectedly, Sharptal and Edgeworth also followed. As soon as they left, the rest of the entourage followed, and they left Boucher just like that. castle.

  The girls in the car slept for a while, while Georgiana stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

The reason why the French conscription law was so rejected at that time was because they recruited all young people from 20 to 25 years old in all families. This can work in France. If it weren't for this method, France would not have formed a team in such a short period of time. The largest army in Europe. Children of wealthy families are no exception, all are equal.

   She thinks that rich widows will become very popular in the future. Marrying her will not only exempt her from military service, but will also have a large inheritance in the future, provided that the widow and her ex-husband have no children.

  Wordsworth wrote a poem: Being able to live at dawn is already happiness, if you are still young, you are in paradise.

   Who can refuse such a life?

She leaned her head against the carriage and closed her eyes. In a daze, she seemed to have returned to Hogwarts. Since Albus became the headmaster, there was no habit of students having to stay at school for Christmas. Everyone was busy packing their luggage, and only a few decided to stay on campus.

  Harry Potter was signing the consent form, and behind him was a scrawny boy as thin as a house elf.

   "Aren't you going to stay at school?"

   The boy did not speak.

   "Are you going home for Christmas?"

   "Can I bring some food back?" the boy said pitifully, "I have younger brothers and sisters."

   She looked at this poor little boy with sympathy. The eldest of the orphans would also take on the responsibility of taking care of the younger siblings, just like Wendy in Peter Pan. She didn't ask for it herself, and the boys regarded her as their mother.

Hogwarts is the safest place in the world. If you are tired, you can close your eyes and sleep without worrying about safety, because there will be teachers patrolling the school at night, as long as you don't ask for trouble and put on an invisibility cloak Wandering around.

She knew it shouldn't be like that, but little Tom Riddle's life was much better than a 19th-century orphan, at least the gin-drinking lady who ran Wood Orphanage was spending the money on the children, Unlike some church stewards, who not only embezzled the money, but also sent the orphans to the spinning mill and bought themselves silver pocket watches and horses.

   At this moment, she opened her eyes, and sporadic snowflakes drifted down quietly, but this snowfall was very small and disappeared quickly, as if it was her illusion.

   (end of this chapter)