Chapter 2557 Smoke and Mirrors (23)

In order to make it easier for laymen to understand the theory of relativity, Einstein once said this metaphor: Sitting next to a beautiful woman for an hour feels like a minute; sitting by the fire, a minute feels like an hour.

But Pomona feels that it depends on the situation. For example, sitting by the fire in the winter, or being alone with Greta Kachlov for a short while, the metaphor needs to be reversed.

Already.

"Oh~ this place is still so old-fashioned." Greta said in a voice like a wild cat's scream, "Why don't you paint it?"

Pomona wanted to tell her that the last person to "paint" the wall in front of her was Ginny Weasley, who was possessed by a mysterious man. She used rooster blood to leave bloody words on the wall.

But she still smiled sweetly and answered, "This is the school's tradition."

"This school has so many traditions and rules." After Greta Kachlov finished speaking, she twisted her slender waist and continued to "inspect".

Pomona counted from 1 to 10, then from 10 to 1, and followed.

They came to the grand staircase as usual, and Greta Kachlov's main purpose was to see her own portrait.

She looked at it contentedly and stayed there for ten minutes, just like she did when she was in the girls' dormitory.

"I really don't understand what's so good about her!" Lily complained. "We all wear school uniforms."

"Maybe it's because of the different hairstyle." Senior sister "Gergon" said to her.

Pomona took a closer look at Greta Kachlov's golden hair this time, and it turned out to be so smooth that fairies would even use them to make golden galleons.

"I heard Sirius came to school." Greta Kachlov looked at Pomona and said in a shy voice.

"That's right." Pomona nodded.

"Where is he?" Greta Kachlov asked anxiously.

"Sirius Black escaped and is still wanted," her attendant replied.

"The Ministry of Magic must have made a mistake. Sirius is not the murderer." Greta Kachlov said angrily, "Take me to see it."

"Please come upstairs," Pomona said.

"I can't remember the way back to the Gryffindor common room. The stairs always change." Greta Kachlov said angrily.

"Then please come with me." Pomona said, following her upstairs.

For Albus, Greta Kachlov may be difficult to deal with, but Pomona thinks it's okay. She is just the same as when she graduated more than ten years ago, both internally and externally.

exist.

Then they came to the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was practicing her bel canto as always.

Unexpectedly, Greta Kachlov shook her head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you call this singing?"

The fat lady, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly became unhappy.

"Let me teach you how to sing," said Greta Kachlov, and then she actually started singing.

To be honest, she sings well, but... can she still enter the Gryffindor common room after treating the Fat Lady like this?

While listening to the song, Pomona couldn't help but feel worried.

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Georgiana took a sip of whiskey, which was the only thing that could make her feel relaxed at the moment.

The reason why Greta Kachlov suddenly came to school was not only Sirius Black, but also because the Triwizard Tournament was an international event and she hoped to be there. After all, there were no major events outside the school after the Quidditch World Cup. Hogwart

Instead, Ci's game became the focus of news.

Even Leta Skeeter came later, and thanks to them attracting everyone's attention, no one discovered her "little secret."

She always thought that Severus was "safe". Unlike Sirius, she had to compete with many people. Even if she finally became his girlfriend, the fiancée or even his wife would not be over. She was tired of this feeling.

Every girl has had such a dream, dancing with a prince, falling in love, getting married, etc., so they are particularly motivated when learning to dance; the boys have no interest in this, and they just sit on the bench and stand tall.

If you don't move, you will stand up and cooperate only when the teacher calls on you.

The guests just now were discussing the possibility of polygamy. This is actually not a big deal. There were mistresses before, but now they are just on the surface. Moreover, the new Napoleonic Code also stipulates recognized illegitimate children.

There is also the right of inheritance. How far is this from polygamy?

Fortunately, she and Bonaparte had no marital relationship. There was just a canal opening ceremony that looked quite real, and it was interrupted by an assassin. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to get a divorce.

She took another sip of wine. In addition to this rumor, there was also something about Hortense and her son's biological father.

Josephine loved her daughter very much, but despite such rumors, Georgiana herself felt that she could not care about her daughter's birth, even though women in this era were likely to die during childbirth.

Harry looks like James, and it's also good that he is cut from the same mold. No one will doubt that he is the child of Severus and Lily, and then similar rumors will spread.

Everyone thought that there were two forces in the palace, Josephine and Georgiana, and they should fight. She didn't want to waste her energy on this.

She wants to move these people's ancestral graves.

It doesn't do much, but it's just to replicate the situation in Paris and move some of the skeletons in the church cemetery to new cemeteries in the suburbs, or to places like catacombs. The city center is still reserved for living people, and it prevents serious infectious diseases from passing through the corpses.

spread.

Moving the grave will definitely involve digging the ancestral grave. Family cemeteries have their own special history, or they may be very close and are a place for family gatherings. The deceased has rested in peace, so do not disturb their peace.

But since these people have free time to care about other people's housework, and are still fanning the flames, waiting to see Georgiana and Josephine Palace fight to the death, then they can't blame her. They have so much time to care about what other people eat at night,

Or pay more attention to your own housework.

After a while, Jim, the lawyer who killed the earl's son, appeared, smiling affectionately.

"Can you write political decrees?" Georgiana asked.

Jim looked surprised.

"Is this the kind of document issued to the government?" Jim asked in disbelief.

"That's right." Georgiana said expressionlessly.

"I've read it, but I haven't written it," Jim said calmly.

"Write one for me."

"Why don't you ask a French civil servant to write it for you?" Jim asked.

"You don't want to write?" Georgiana asked.

"I need to know why?" Jim asked again.

"You speak English, and I also speak English. I think it will be clearer to express myself this way." Georgiana walked to the sofa and sat down. "Have you ever thought about returning to England one day?"

"In what capacity?" Jim asked.

"How about starting with the drafting of documents?" said Georgiana.

Jim hesitated.

"What's it about?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just related to hygiene." Georgiana smiled sweetly.

Jim looked at her suspiciously.

"Don't you and the Countess really love each other? Why do you love being so close to my maid?" Georgiana continued to smile.

"I'm just asking about your preferences." Jim said seriously.

"I want to see your writing and write something, not poetry," said Georgiana.

"What about the official document just now?" Jim asked.

"You only have 20 minutes." Georgiana put the watch on the table and it made a ticking sound.

Jim picked up the quill, dipped it in some ink, and started writing on the paper.

For a while, there were only rustling sounds and ticking sounds in the room, which made it look like an examination room.
Chapter completed!