Jean-Jacques Rousseau once wrote in "A Judgment of Saint-Pierre's Project for Perpetual Peace":
Every country believed it was in everyone's interest to weaken an arrogant enemy who sought to rule the world. Besides this common interest, each country could also gain the particular benefits it wished to obtain. Though every country feared that weakening one tyrant would only produce another, none would therefore abandon the particular benefits it sought.
Georgiana put down the book and looked at the sunlight beyond the window. If all went well, they would probably reach Calais today, and then it would be her turn to get busy.
If she could, she would rather finish reading that travel journal by "Nick Poirot."
After Grindelwald, the tyrant who had tried to rule the world, was locked away in Nurmengard—the prison built to hold those who had once opposed him—a new "tyrant," Voldemort, emerged in England, a place Grindelwald had never touched.
After Voldemort was defeated, Fenrir Greyback, leader of the Werewolves, appeared. His rule was defined by bloodlust: infect as many people as possible, bite as many as possible, create enough Werewolves to conquer the wizards. If that day truly came, it was hard to say whether he would develop ambitions of ruling the world.
"What are you thinking about?" Bonaparte asked as he came to her side, freshly washed.
I'm thinking about how to keep you from becoming everyone's "prey."
Georgiana looked at him, but did not say it aloud.
"I'm thinking about the summit after we reach Calais."
"Need help?"
"This is the problem the summit urgently needs to resolve," Georgiana said.
"France does not need secret police." Bonaparte adjusted his cuffs. "Or Aurors."
Georgiana said nothing. Then he kissed her cheek and left the cabin.
Aurors were different in nature from Venice's secret police