"When are you going to sleep..."
"Good night." Georgiana said without looking up.
For a long while, there was no sound.
She looked up at him.
"This book won't be published," Bonaparte said.
"I know," she said calmly.
He looked at her as if he did not know what to say.
"If it were me, I'd put it in the Restricted Section." She sighed. "If that flower called Jiyin really exists."
"Could you explain?"
"There was a famous person where I came from, a magizoologist. There is a magical creature called an Obscurus, born from darkness." Georgiana stroked the book. "Just like Jiyin."
He fell silent again.
"There were quite a few dangerous magical plants where I used to work. The first time those children saw them, they didn't know how to handle them either. My job was to teach them how to identify them, care for them, and harvest the useful parts without harming them," Georgiana said gently. "One day, they might use that knowledge while exploring the wild."
"They don't have to go exploring."
She smiled. "There was a man named Lockhart. He was an excellent writer, but his books were full of incorrect knowledge. The methods he mentioned for dealing with 'monsters' were useless. When he encountered a Basilisk, he was equally helpless. He even planned to kill three children and make up a story to evade responsibility. And the danger happened in the safest place in the world."
Bonaparte shook his head.
"Go to sleep. If you're worried about having nightmares..."
He glared at her viciously.
"Oh? Who was it that said reading horror stories this late wouldn't give him nightmares?" she teased.
He began undressing in a foul mood. She raised her wand and levitated the screen over, so the candlelight would not disturb his