MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 2704 Land of the Firebirds (12)

  Chapter 2704 Firebird Land (12)

  The small town of Esleben is located at the eastern foot of the Harz Mountains, where the vegetation is dense, the hills are undulating, the fields are planted with wheat and barley, and there are villages everywhere in the mountains. This city is the hometown of Martin Luther.

In 1483, when he was born, wine was still being made in the north of the city, but it was not a drink on the table of ordinary residents. People drank beer from morning to night, and wine was only drunk at Sunday mass. get.

  Luther in his student days, like many young men at the time, often stayed in the taverns in the town. When he went to Wittenberg to continue his master's degree in theology, it was the main city that produced beer in Saxony.

  The Saxon lord Frederick III at the time was a well-known "Mingjun". He went to the holy land of Jerusalem in 1493 and was named the Knight of the Holy Sepulchre. He was the most knowledgeable German prince of that era, and he was also a beer lover.

In 1513, Pope Leo X, formerly known as Giovanni de' Medici, let the guests drink wine from a gold barrel to celebrate. There was wine, but the expenses for these celebrations were the Pope's own personal property, and the assets of the church were not used. The church spent most of its money on the construction of St. Peter's Basilica.

  The Atonement Scrolls had actually been published for centuries, but in the 16th century it was more direct and public, and there was a growing trend.

After Luther's theses were made public, he became a "celebrity". His every move was observed all the time, and even every glass of beer he drank was recorded, so his enemies used this as a basis to call him "Wittenberg Alcoholics".

  When he married Sister Trina, there was also beer on the wedding table, some of which were brewed by Trina herself. The beer in the monastery is very famous, and she learned some techniques to some extent.

The brewing of beer in the Middle Ages mainly used spices, called Groot, and hops did not appear until around the 13th century. The composition of Groot is a huge secret, and only a few people can sell it. Between the Church and the Principality.

Later, when hops appeared, beer guilds began to form. Starting from the cities of the Hanseatic League, guild organizations spread all over Europe. The members were mainly workers in the same industry. They had strict requirements on the quality of beer. Without the consent of the guild, there would be no The entry of new competitors ensures that the brewer can concentrate on the problem of brewing beer for a long time without being affected by "other reasons".

  Georgianna's original intention was to collect "rent" from brewers, not consumers, and then use the money to protect vulnerable groups, but when it came time to implement it, it completely violated her original wishes.

Not everyone thinks her approach is problematic. For example, Joseph van der Linden, a member of the Knights, the hotel run by his family has been doing very well these days. Customers are drinking and dancing to celebrate the arrival of peace. , there is absolutely no risk at all.

This hotel is located on the edge of Brussels Square and is part of the huge classical architectural complex of the square. It was personally approved by Queen Maria Theresa. In 1788, he was awarded the Order of Saint John of Jerusalem. He is the younger brother of Mayor Mayor.

  The last time Georgiana went to Metz, it was still a natural village, but it is now being planned and built according to the scale of the city. During the period of Austrian rule, he was responsible for restoring urban order when riots broke out in Brussels. At the same time, the Van der Linden family was also a well-known large landowner in South Brabant. They can only be housekeepers in the Habsburg family for such family affairs.

The other is Baron Auguste. He is a French-Belgian half-blood. He once received classical literature education in Paris, and later studied in England for several years. He is an expert in Latin and French literary history. He is currently the editor-in-chief of the Brussels Official Gazette. , He also did not receive any news at all.

   There was also an elderly sculptor and painter named Antoni Cadon, a professor at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels, specializing in book illustration and frontispieces, and treasurer of the Institute of Architecture and Sculpture. His other identity is the master of the Masonic Third Hotel in Brussels, but he has received a little rumor...

   "Why didn't you say it earlier!" Langenhorn couldn't help yelling loudly.

   "Superstition is the new name after rumors are widely spread!" Ka Dong said calmly.

  That was what Sir Bacon said too, but she didn't want to continue discussing this topic at the moment.

"I don't want this incident to destroy public security and the unity of the people." She said lightly, "Only when the public order is gradually restored can commercial and industrial activities be gradually restored. You gathered here to hope that Belgium will prosper again. Do you think I'm right?"

  Some people agreed, some people didn't make a sound, but no one made a voice of opposition.

   Then she mentioned the matter of sugar making, and she still planned to use incentives to encourage production, although the entire Belgian land was used to grow sugar beets, which was not enough for France's consumption.

   This time it went much smoother, although there was no archbishop to help like Ghent.

  At this time, she probably saw what Napoleon was doing to govern the occupied land. No wonder none of the senior French officials came.

  Or for other reasons, she touched the "rules", and she will soon fall to the bottom like Augereau.

   No general or army could go to Paris without Napoleon's consent, except for the group of young officers from the Military Academy of Fontainebleau.

  The allowances of military students who have never been to these battlefields are 35% higher than that of an ordinary officer. Why?

  They are hated by other troops, and the enrollment quota is also open to other troops. The equality advocated by the Great Revolution is not here. After sending her to the round with Bonaparte, they will go to Boulogne to experience "amphibious" combat.

Alcohol makes the heart weak, swimming makes the body healthy, and even though Cokeworth is next to a river, Severus can't swim because the water is dirty, and she doesn't even know now that he can Won't.

  London does have the Thames, but Sirius will not learn to swim in the Thames. He is also somewhat related to Patricia Linnaeus, and being a spellbreaker at Gringotts is just her hobby, as if she has a castle somewhere in Scandinavia, and Sirius didn't Been there before the family fallout.

  The latitude there is higher than that of the North Sea. It may be because Sirius is used to such cold water that he was able to swim back from Azkaban.

  She doesn't need money, so she doesn't need to assign pet monkeys to steal from her colleagues, but no one believes her.

   When she left, Pomona went to see her off, and then she took out a piece of parchment from behind a pair of paintings hanging in the classroom. It was the Marauder's Map that Sirius and the others had made before.

   "Do you know why parchment is used instead of papyrus?" Patricia asked her.

   "I know," Pomona said.

"why?"

   "Parchment can be bought anywhere, and it is not easy to arouse suspicion from others." Pomona said.

   Patricia looked at her and smiled.

   "What's the problem?" Pomona asked.

   "Parchment is made of sheepskin. If someone tattooed a map on their body, would it look like a tattoo?" Patricia asked.

  Pomona froze.

   "This is for your safekeeping." Patricia said, handing the Marauder's Map to Pomona.

"I do not…"

  Before Pomona finished speaking, Patricia suddenly frowned.

  She opened the Marauder's Map, but there was no Marauder in it, only a map of Hogwarts.

   "It's fake!" she said angrily "Who stole the map?"

   "Who else knows where the map is hidden but you?" Pomona asked.

   "There are a lot of students coming in and out... Forget it." Patricia only worried for three seconds and didn't care. "I'm leaving anyway."

  Pomona didn't care either. She thought the map was useless and mostly used for pranks.

  At that time, she didn't pay attention to whether the pet monkey was standing on the ground like Peter Pediru. If it was really an Animagus, his name would be displayed on the Marauder's Map.

  The real culprit who cast the portrait curse has not been caught yet, but after Patricia left, no similar attacks have occurred, and many people think she is the real culprit.

  Anyone whose cow is sick should go to the veterinarian, not suspect that some woman with an inflamed eye has cursed it, much less burned her.

   There are many causes of superstition. Francis Bacon summed it up. The last one is that it was a barbaric era related to catastrophe.

  After the meeting, they left the VIP living room one after another. Not long after they left, Philil came in with a man, whom she thought looked familiar.

   "Ma'am, I found this," said the man, taking a wooden cylinder from his armpit that contained a scroll of parchment.

  It is old and has turned yellow, Georgiana remembered, he is Champollion's father, what is his name...

   "You need to take a look." Philier said anxiously.

   "About what?" Georgiana said casually.

   "Same as last time." Champollion's father said.

   Georgiana was silent.

   "This is a false accusation!" Ferrier said angrily.

   "Since you know it's fake, why show me?" She said in a bad mood.

  After being silent for a while, Champollion's father put the roll of paper on the table, bowed to her and turned to leave, but Ferrier did not.

   "Can you read Latin?" she asked wearily.

   "I can learn." Ferrier knelt at Georgiana's feet.

   "You know the content above, Mr. Champollion told you?" Georgiana asked softly.

  Ferrier hesitated for a moment.

   "Yes." She said softly.

   "Do you think he is a good at keeping secrets?" Georgiana asked.

  Ferrier didn't speak.

   Georgiana clapped her hands.

  A French wizard appears.

   "Erase his memory."

   "Yes, ma'am," said the wizard, bowing to her, and leaving the drawing room as well.

   "I asked you to keep your memory because you are good at keeping secrets." Georgiana smiled gently, like a statue of the Virgin Mary "Have you hidden that contract?"

   "Yes." Ferrier said cautiously.

   "You did a good job." Georgiana used the summoning spell to take a piece of chocolate and gave it to Philil. "This is your reward."

  (end of this chapter)