Chapter 2327 Peter Mnnchen (IX)

On the sixth day of creation, God created two monsters from clay, one was Leviathan and the other was Behemoth. Around the Middle Ages, Behemoth became one of the Seven Lords of Hell and became the demon representing "lust".

At the same time, it also has a Hebrew name, which means "herd of beasts." For example, among several people who originally played a game together, there was a big winner and a big loser, as well as a small winner and a small loser. When the rules specified by the big winner could no longer control the overall situation, the small winner and The little loser, and even the person who later replaced the unlucky guy, all felt that they had a chance, because they all knew the rules and gameplay of the game, and they also wanted to be the ones who made the rules themselves, but how to decide?

Georgiana was cutting the schnitzel on the plate. She did not tell Bonaparte what kind of meat it was, but it was just as tender and juicy after frying.

Pork is considered unclean because it eats everything, but since he had already eaten dog meat in Egypt, he didn't care about these "details."

She would not poison, not only because it would waste food, but also because if Napoleon died at this time, Europe would be plunged into civil war for at least 50 years. The "rules of the game" formulated by Charles IV and the Habsburg family can no longer be played. The war will not stop until those German princes pass civil war, annexation, and finally form a new Behemoth, let alone Napoleon's generals felt that he was only "lucky" to become First Consul.

The most direct manifestation of ambition is lust, and sometimes even greed, but greed does not necessarily mean ambition.

Leta Kist said that Hermione was ambitious, but she didn't know how she saw it. Could it be because Hermione was Victor Krum's rumored girlfriend and Harry's "rumored girlfriend"?

No one would like this kind of "bad girl". At Easter that year, the Easter eggs Hermione received from Molly were about the size of chicken eggs, while Harry's were as big as dragon eggs. Of course, this may be Keep an eye out for the exaggerated descriptions of the kids at their table...

"Not to your liking?"

She looked up at the diner on the other side of the small table, who had finished his Wiener Schnitzel on his plate.

"Don't you think it's greasy?" Georgiana asked.

"I think it's delicious."

"That's good." She took a bite of fried potatoes sprinkled with thyme.

"Don't you want to explain?" he asked with a smile.

But Georgiana felt that he wanted to bite her.

"A French girl said that the food I cooked was so greasy that she couldn't fit into her dress. The same goes for you. Don't you also say that you have gained weight?"

"I think she was just complaining..."

"What's there to complain about?" she said angrily, "Others have eaten my food for so many years without complaining."

"That's because she's French, and French grumblers are definitely world champions."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Have you ever heard how other people complained when the work coffee was cancelled?" Bonaparte raised his fork and snatched a cutlet from her plate.

"It's so late, and you still eat so much!" She complained. She wanted to protect her plate, but she thought it was too childish. "Be careful to gain weight!"

"I don't have to tuck myself into a skirt," he said with a triumphant smile.

She was tempted to say that Severus' waist was much smaller than yours when he was your age.

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them again and blocked her mouth with the burrito.

"Why are you so quiet today?"

"When will you leave after dinner?"

He was a little unhappy.

"Are you chasing me away?"

"It's still very dangerous outside, be careful and safe." She said calmly, unlike a "child".

In fact, she really didn't want to keep him here overnight. This palace that once belonged to Margaret of Austria was only occupied by children and widows. It would be better if he really was a child.

But he seemed to have misunderstood, and looked at her with a very moved expression.

There was a "crash" sound, as if something was broken.

Georgiana looked in the direction of the sound and found that the salt shaker next to the stove had fallen to the ground for no reason.

"I don't have to go back." He quickly ignored the little accident and said to her in a glib tone, "You will share your bed with me, right?"

"In fact there is something I want to tell you," Georgiana said expressionlessly, telling Bonaparte the story that Bertin had told her frankly.

"That is to say, Marie Antoinette was not targeting Josephine. She was just repeating what happened before her death."

"Are you telling a ghost story?" He smiled. "That's right. Is there anything else?"

Georgiana felt that he didn't believe it at all, so she didn't know whether to tell him about the "poltergeist" in the house.

At this moment, there was another sound of glass falling to the ground. She chose to ignore it and finished her dinner.

"Don't move!"

Bonaparte said suddenly, and then took an embroidery needle out of the potato she was about to put into her mouth.

He looked at it in surprise, and then at Georgiana.

Georgiana felt lucky that Bonaparte ate the steak first, otherwise he would have easily swallowed the needle with his voracious eating attitude, and surgery would be unavoidable. And with the current infection rate, he would almost certainly die. .

"You want to murder me?" He turned his face instantly, his face looking extremely gloomy.

"This is a prank." She said expressionlessly.

"What did you say?"

"It seems that I have wronged you." Georgiana snatched the embroidery needle from Bonaparte's hand and compared it with the one that Bertin took out of her skirt. "If you must stay here overnight, remember not to change your shoes."

He didn't seem to want to stay for a moment, and stood up with the handle of the knife.

Georgiana didn't stop him at all, and continued to eat while saying "Remember to be careful!"

His back quickly disappeared at the door, and then she heard the sound of horse hooves going away.

"You just want me to be like you, right, Margaret?" Georgiana said to the void.

"Who are you talking to?" Bonaparte, who had returned, said at the door.

"Why didn't you leave?"

He sat back in his previous position with an unhappy look on his face.

"Can you explain it?"

She didn't know how to explain the difference between "prank ghost" and "ghost" to a Muggle, anyway, he couldn't see.

She turned the embroidery needle into a wooden soldier, the kind of toy that little boys often receive at Christmas, and placed it in front of him.

"That's my explanation," she said expressionlessly. "You should have left just now."

He still tried to remain calm.

"Poltergeists are often tied to houses. I told you not to touch the two fortifications around Bruges..."

"What can they do?" Bonaparte asked.

"Not very capable, but very difficult to deal with. Do you know how Margaret of Austria died? A maid broke a glass and stepped on it, and then died of infection. The day before, I came here to take a bath, and the elves here put a broken glass outside my bathtub. Fortunately, I found it in time, so I told you not to change your shoes when you sleep here."

"Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple, just like a child's prank, putting a banana peel under someone's feet. If the unlucky person hits his head on something when he falls, he will die."

"You are not afraid..."

"I received this kind of education. There are many ghosts where I go to school." She interrupted him, "Not to mention that I later taught there. Don't forget, I am a wizard, Leon."

At this time, the girls screamed suddenly.

Georgina found that the "mischievous ghost" tonight was unusually active. Usually, there was no movement all night.

She glanced at Bonaparte again, and he was looking in that direction in doubt.

"I'll let Mamluk take you back." She threw down her napkin, took out her wand, and ended this "date" that lacked interaction.

In fact, during the whole process, she didn't have the feeling of wanting to "eat him alive" when she dated Severus in the castle kitchen.

What's wrong with her?

She needs to think about it, so thank you for showing up at this time, Margaret, you came just in time.