Chapter 2496 "Chief"

  Although international secrecy laws separate the wizarding and Muggle worlds, the wizarding world can also be impacted by some major changes.

   For example, Duke de Teferre-Piquet, who was guillotined during the Reign of Terror, cast a concealment spell on his neck to fake his own death.

   He was actually very lucky. He heard that after cutting off a person's head, the executioner would grab the hair and lift the head up to show the onlookers.

Later, there were examples of "killing one to set an example for a hundred". In Lyon, a large number of prisoners were executed by cannonballs. In Vendée, people were driven into the river to drown in batches. Only then did the "spectators" realize that they might also become "actor".

Factional disputes also occurred within the Jacobin faction. Danton became increasingly dissatisfied with Robespierre's terrorist policy, and he began to deliberately keep a distance from the sans-culottes, while Robespierre believed that in the hands of tyrants, terror Will be a weapon of oppression, but terror, when combined with virtue, will be the savior of the poor.

   Lyon had 6,000 inhabitants who were considered never to be patriots and their descendants should be moved to other parts of France.

  Terror is a lever that drives human action, but that does not mean that human behavior will be done the way the person who created the terror wants it to be. When Voldemort created terror in the wizarding world, there were also people in the wizarding world who insisted on resisting. The purpose of creating terror is obedience, just like establishing authority with the teacher in the "Mr. University" classroom, telling the students what to do is right, and the students should do what he says.

Albus has shown his openness in this field. Everyone can choose their favorite tune for a school song. As long as the lyrics are the same, it is the Hogwarts school song. People are unbearable.

For the same problem, everyone has their own different methods. Some people will use stupid methods, detour a lot of wrong ways, and spend more time than the methods used by smart students, but the staff at Hogwarts are not allowed to disclose Praise "smart students" and ask "dumb students" for tips on learning from them.

Teachers also have meetings, and staff meetings don't always chat with punch. This started after Slughorn left, and when he came back, he used the old way. The best students in the class could get As a reward, Harry Potter also got a Flux for it.

Later, Albus also gave in. Who taught Pomona to also learn to be rebellious. This "white wizard" who was always "right" admitted that he was not always right, and he no longer commented on Pomona's behavior. wrong.

  After regaining her "calm", Georgiana tried to look at Miss Teresa Campini objectively, as Di Roque said, she was only 24 years old and looked a little childish. Seeing Georgiana coming, she curtseyed awkwardly to Georgiana, not as graceful as a ballerina, her body trembled slightly, and she looked as if she was frozen, but also frightened.

  Georgianna had always felt that there was a string in her brain that would snap at any moment when she was plucked by Miss Campini's trembling.

   Then she thought of the snow and ice in Scotland, which Italy in the Mediterranean would not have seen, except in the Alps.

   A ballet dancer from a warm area, she probably couldn't stand even the cold in Belgium, not to mention the cold wind from the North Sea.

   "Is it cold?" Georgiana asked calmly.

   "It's not cold," said Miss Campini tremblingly, looking at the ground with big eyes, not at all the "lively" who said "you're shorter than I thought" in front of Georgiana when we first met yesterday.

  Georgianna wanted to ask her why she said that. Later, she looked around. There were many passengers near the hotel entrance. They were doing their own business and looking over here, as if they were expecting a good show.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say, these "good brothers" who were born and died, Saint-Tierel told her that they deceived Madame Monge together with Monge, and told her that Monge had only been on a business trip for 4 months, but Monge ran away. In Egypt, he almost died in the desert.

  If Di Roc hadn't been more attentive and went to the hotel where Miss Campini stayed to check, she wouldn't have known that Miss Campini had not returned, and she wouldn't be standing at the door of the hotel now.

An old person should not be like a young person. If Georgiana was a normal woman's age and appearance, Bonaparte would not be interested in her, and she would not be in this situation, and young people for affection. Confused and noisy.

  Georgianna tried to resolve the matter with an adult attitude.

   "What are your plans for the future?"

   "I'll go right away."

   "I know you're leaving, so early in the morning, if I hadn't blocked your way, you'd already set off." Georgiana said, "I want to ask if you plan to continue to be a dancer, or something else?"

  Miss Campini, who had been bowing her head, looked up at Georgiana.

   "I know Ms. Chevigny, the principal ballerina of the Paris Opera. If you plan to continue your ballet career, you can study with her."

   "I don't need it!" said Miss Campini bluntly.

  Georgianna took a deep breath.

Miss Campini is a ballet dancer at La Scala in Milan, and she is also the "principal". If she hadn't had the past with Bonaparte, Giorgio would have doubted that at the age of 24, she would be able to achieve what many people have achieved in a lifetime. Unparalleled career peak.

  The competition at the Paris Opera is also fierce. Ms. Chevigny spends a lot of time practicing every day, but her age and physical strength are not comparable to those of later young people. Many people hoped that she could go down because of her foot injury this time, but she used social connections to barely keep the position of chief.

  Some people go to the opera house to watch performances, but some people really plan to watch operas and ballets. These fans have high appreciation, not to mention that the actors are not good enough, even if they make mistakes in the performance, they will be whistled.

   "You're still young and in your prime as a dancer, if you continue..."

   "I'm not in the same genre as Chevigny, why should I follow her?" exclaimed Miss Campini.

  Georgianna froze for a moment.

   "Don't you know that ballet is divided into genres?" said Miss Campini angrily.

  Georgianna only knows that there is a big difference between English ballet and Russian ballet, and the way of turning circles when dancing the Candy Fairy is different.

  Campini said, and suddenly unbuttoned his jacket, and at the entrance of the hotel, he danced in front of everyone.

   A lot of girls have music boxes, there is a ballerina in the music box, but she only holds one pose.

   Now Georgiana has a live "ballet doll" in front of her.

   "We won't bother you any more." Campini's mother came over and said, "Please leave us alone."

  Georgianna looked at her.

   "How did you let your daughter..."

"Italian opera houses are different from French opera houses. French opera houses are leased, while Italian opera houses are available for sale. Big people spend a lot of money to decorate them, just like they are decorating their own homes." Piney's mother said, "After becoming Napoleon's box, no other nobles and rich people dare to go to that box."

  Georgianna was speechless in shock.

   "I'm just a woman, and I have no other way!" Campini's mother said in a hoarse voice, "Nobles want to be in the right place, and Teresa can't marry them."

  Georgiana looked back at the "Doll" who was still dancing in the snow. She was focused on her dance, as if unaware of the eyes around her.

   "At least the French don't care about these..."

   "What's your logic?" Georgiana asked angrily.

   "You are from England. Has England ever been in war?" asked the old woman.

  The old woman looked at Georgiana without showing weakness, her blue eyes reflecting Georgiana's face like a lake in the Alps.

   "Good morning." Di Roc stood at the door and said, "Breakfast is ready, please come in."

  Georgianna thought she couldn't eat, but she went in anyway.

  Peace is good for women, no matter how bad it is, and there is no law, civilization, or even God in wartime.

   But without this war, people would still be in feudal oppression and hereditary prejudice.

  Princess Sissi is a noble, but the Austrian royal family still thinks that she has a low background. Even at that time, "the right match" is still so deeply rooted.

  Georgianna sat down at the sumptuously arranged table, calmly waiting for the Campini mother and daughter.

   She has a dream, hoping to copy the paintings of the Louvre and sell them to ordinary people at a relatively cheap price, so that even people who cannot go to the Louvre to see the real thing can enjoy art.

   She can accommodate Chiara, so she can accommodate Campini, and she will open a ballet school in the future to facilitate "communication" between Ms. Chevigny and the two principals of Campini.

  Whether she has the skills, the layman does not know, but the expert will know at a glance, no matter what Campini says now, she will see the difference at that time...

   "Have you had enough trouble?" Di Roc looked very annoyed.

   "It's not just that you don't want to deal with this shit, I do too." Georgiana said calmly.

   "Do you know what happened to Madame de Destal before she was expelled from Paris?" asked Duroc.

  Georgianna looked at him.

"She reopened the salon and encouraged the Bundesliga to set up an 'British Opposition'. She has a good relationship with Josephine, which is where she is more cunning than you, and because of this relationship, Napoleon asked Josephine to ask her for a bid. How much, to repay the millions of francs her father lent to the treasury during the Revolution..."

   "You want to buy me?" Georgiana asked curiously.

   "I'm trying to reconcile." Di Roque said wearily. "Why would you want to invite Campini to Paris."

   "Art Exchange."

   "You've already humiliated her, she just danced in public..."

   "Because I'm not dancing on the stage, you think I'm embarrassing her?" Georgiana sneered, "Isn't she facing the public on stage?"

   "Later, Destal didn't listen to advice, she didn't want to obey others, so Fouche went to her house and let her go to the country to cultivate."

   "If you say that, then I have no choice." Georgiana said with her arms crossed.

"What do you want to do?"

   "Tell everything to his mother."

  Diroc was surprised.

   "You think this is a threat?" Diroc asked.

   "When Letizia knows, you'll know."

   Diroc smiled.

   "Do you know what a mother thinks?" asked Georgiana.

   "How do you know what Letizia thinks? You don't know her either."

  Georgianna sighed, "You guys have really grown up. When you were in school, if the teacher told you to invite your parents, none of you wouldn't be afraid."

  Diroc remained expressionless again.

   "Good appetite." She smiled and planned to get up.

   "Nobody delivered that letter," said Diroc.

   She sat down again.

   "I remember, Pauline's husband was captured by the British, he was released, and he went back to Egypt. What happened?" Georgiana asked.

   "You want the British to deliver it for you?"

   She smiled sweetly "I think they would be happy to help."

   "Is this necessary?"

   "Do you have to threaten to warn me for a ballet dancer?"

   Diroc sighed deeply.

   "Next time you want to reconcile, don't talk to me in a threatening tone."

   After she finished speaking, she stood up and left, what a pity for the sumptuous breakfast.

   (end of this chapter)