Chapter 2215 Flower dispute (one hundred and twenty-four)

In the past, kings used the things in Georgiana's hands to control the nobles, and also built the gorgeous Versailles, so that they could wear gorgeous clothes and dance in the splendid palace, just like Cinderella dreamed of.

Now, these unpaid bills are a hope for survival for a group of women, even if the process of collecting them is sure to make them a nuisance.

"Found a clue?" Bonaparte picked up the list she compiled.

She shook her head.

If placed "in the past", this list would have been a big political scandal, but now no one cares at all.

Anyone who has experienced the French Revolution cares about "dirty laundry".

She classified the bills, which involved hundreds of people and more than thirty families, half of whom had not returned to the country. But it was certain that the people on the bills were alive, and those seamstresses would not collect debts from the dead.

The Lestrange family has a "rich collection" family treasury in Gringotts. When a family is prominent, even if an individual goes bankrupt due to squandering or improper financial management, the family treasury will repay his debts. After all, debt collection

His visit would bring shame to the whole family.

"How about these?" He picked out a few from a pile of bills.

"Why?" she asked inexplicably.

"Blue blood," said Bonaparte, "do you know what that means?"

The first thing Georgiana thought of was to roll up her sleeves, revealing the "blue blood" with clearly visible blue veins on her forearm.

"The imam believes that 'blue blood' and 'black nectar' are a pair of related images."

Georgiana exclaimed involuntarily.

"He inferred it from the similarity in word formation. Black and blue are metaphors for sleep and dreams. They both refer to the state of sleep from light to deep, while the word 'mirror' is relatively isolated from other nouns."

"What does that mean?" asked Georgiana.

He didn't speak, as if he was thinking.

Georgiana was also thinking that in order for there to be a reflection in the mirror, first there must be a person or something placed outside the mirror. It cannot exist independently. Even the Mirror of Erised is the reflection of the desire in the heart of the person.

On the contrary, it is the mirror of Zhu Quanzhong's concubine. She is in it and has nothing to do with the people outside. People outside are just admiring her dance.

Then there is the pensieve. Logically speaking, the "water surface" should reflect a person's face, but if a person sinks his face into the basin, he will see a memory like silver thread placed in the basin...

"What have you thought of?" asked Bonaparte.

She didn't know how to explain it to him, because he couldn't possibly know about the Horcrux made by Tom Riddle and the diary that caused a lot of trouble in Harry's second year. At that time, Harry and Ginny were writing in the diary, but

They all disappeared, and then the words written by Tom Riddle appeared in the diary.

"On one adventure, we went to the Alps, and at that time we deciphered the mystery and it was related to ink." Georgiana said, "Human blood contains iron."

"Then what?" he asked pressingly.

"When a star dies, it eventually forms iron and a 'black hole.'" She didn't know how to explain 20th-century knowledge to an 18th-century person, so she added, "The dust of stars shapes us. I mean, besides carbon,

In addition to plain ink, there is also 'iron gall ink', which uses oak galls or the galls of other trees as a thickener."

"I know what you are talking about." Bonaparte said silently, "Vegetable dyes were commonly used in ancient inks."

"How is this possible?" Georgiana said in disbelief.

"Don't forget, 'that' flower has blue stamens."

"But I thought..."

"What do you think?" he said teasingly, "What they love to flaunt is these 'ancestral' things."

"You mean some of these nobles are related to Hu Yin?" Georgiana asked.

"In other words, they know how to curse people." He lined up the bills signed in blue ink. "As long as there are evil thoughts, they will cause 'shadow backlash'."

"I think that's something only people from the Huyin tribe will encounter."

"When 'that' flower blooms, thorny vines will sprout from the tongue, reach into the ears of all enemies, hollow out the enemy's skull, crush the enemy's bones, and pierce the enemy's heart..."

"That's enough." She stopped him from continuing.

"Death is like a sieve that separates you and reconstructs you. You become a complete life and you become a complete corpse. Have you ever thought about how paper is made?"

Georgiana was stunned for a moment.

"It's not papyrus or parchment, but paper made by Chinese papermaking. Plants must be completely mashed and boiled to form pulp. After such processing, we usually think that the plants have lost their lives, but insects will still eat them.

, just like they eat leaves."

"Are you saying that someone made 'that' flower into paper and wrote it with blue blood, so that it can act as a curse?"

"Incredible?" asked Bonaparte.

Georgiana said nothing.

Muggles had already surpassed wizards when it came to transmutation, so she couldn't rule out that they had found a way to use magic even if they didn't possess magic.

They may want to curse Rose Bertin, who is collecting debts from them, but deep down in their hearts, what they want more is money, and then the dark figure appears next to Matilda, trying to steal Georgiana's money.

Seal, reenact the "necklace incident".

Marie Antoinette was not a completely innocent victim, but the royal family's prestige was ruined.

"What are you thinking about?" Bonaparte asked with a smile.

"Malicious." She said silently, and then told Napoleon her guess.

"Sounds like something from a madman," he said after listening.

"I'm not asking you to believe it." Georgiana looked into his eyes and said, "Leave this matter to me."

"What is the Ministry of Magic for?" Bonaparte asked.

She opened her mouth.

"I heard that they took the money you gave and held a party in the new office building. Later, you came forward and released a phoenix, and they started to 'work'."

"Their job is to keep you safe," Georgiana explained in vain.

He ignored her, walked to the window, and looked at the spire of Notre Dame outside the window.

"If you want to change this country, you must change the people in this country." He turned his back to Georgiana and said, "Why didn't you release the Phoenix today like you did last time?"

"There are many paintings in the museum, and I'm afraid of burning them," she replied.

"Then change the location next time." He said firmly.

"I like that place," she muttered.

He turned around, and this time she saw that he was not pretending to be angry, and immediately agreed to his proposal.

"Think about where the meeting will be held tomorrow." Then he went out with the list she compiled.

She stuck out her tongue at the closed door and then sorted out the information she had just received.

"Blue blood" and "black nectar" may not refer to the same degree of sleep state, just like there is a clear dividing line between the sea and the sky. Although they are both blue, the sea is the sea and the sky is the sky.

If "shadow" has no "entity", then "blue blood" should have entity, but this "entity" is like ink, which will change from three dimensions to two dimensions. Just like shadow, it should also have three dimensions.

state, but when projected on a plane, it becomes two-dimensional.

She felt "relaxed", even though the person discussing this "metaphysical" issue with her was actually a Muggle.

Then she remembered another man with whom she discussed these strange issues. Although he was also very smart, Severus was indeed inferior to Napoleoni in terms of self-control.

Except at the beginning, he seemed to be hungry for a long time and a little out of control, but then he became "normal".

Severus was like being "weaned", asking her to drive him away before he would leave her side. In this way, he also gave her a summoning ring, so that she could summon him at any time if she wanted to see him.

She missed the time when it was like "nectar", but the honey at that time was as clear and transparent as the venom of poisonous snakes. Who would drink black honey?

It looks like it's contaminated.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then she felt her eyes were sore, but she couldn't shed tears. It was as if her tear ducts were hurting from metal friction, so she couldn't even cry even if she wanted to.
Chapter completed!