When the dragon beneath Gringotts was bound tightly in iron chains, it looked pitiful. But once it was given freedom, who could say whether it would seek revenge after regaining its full strength, or attack a lone wizard?
Hogwarts' motto: Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon.
Shh. If you saw a sleeping dragon, do not wake it. Walk carefully past it and do not make a sound, or else...
Dong, dong, dong.
The church bell tower struck twelve.
The magic show had taken place at night. To imitate the original setting, all the windows in the room had been covered with black cloth, making her feel as though she were in the Slytherin dungeons.
Without Georgiana needing to remind them, they put down their experiments. Unlike someone who became so engrossed in research that he forgot food and sleep, and needed her reminders to eat or occasionally leave the dungeons to watch Quidditch and get some sun.
Discussing the experiment they had just conducted, they left the Cloth Hall. Once they emerged from the dark room, the sunlight outside was dazzling, and it took her quite a while for her eyes to adjust.
Perhaps the council meeting had ended as well. The square and restaurants were packed everywhere. At a time like this, finding somewhere to sit down and eat was truly not easy.
"I know a little café that's quite good, especially at this hour," Fargeon said. "If you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?" Georgiana asked strangely.
No one spoke.
"Oh." She suddenly understood.
Because Josephine liked to dine at very expensive restaurants, they assumed she was the same.
"How about this? I'll cook today. The market is right across from where I'm staying," Georgiana said enthusiastically.
They exchanged glances, but Georgiana simply walked away on her own.