Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2270 Poseidon's Winter Feast ([-])

The Russian writer Gorky once wrote such a poem:
On the boundless sea, the strong wind gathers dark clouds.Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels are flying proudly like black lightning.

For a while the wings touched the waves, and for a while it shot straight at the dark cloud like an arrow, and it cried out—in this brave cry of the bird, the dark cloud heard joy.

In this cry - full of longing for the storm!In this cry, the dark cloud heard the power of anger, the flame of passion and the confidence of victory.

The seagulls moaned and groaned before the storm came, and they flew across the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm deep in the sea.

The sea ducks are also moaning, these sea ducks, they can't enjoy the joy of fighting in life: the rumbling thunder frightens them.

The stupid penguin timidly hides its fat body under the cliff... Only the proud petrel, bravely and freely, flies over the foaming sea!
Thunder roared.The waves cry out in angry spray and contend with the wind.See, the strong wind tightly hugged layers of huge waves, and viciously threw them onto the cliff, and smashed these large pieces of emeralds into dust and dust.

Petrels yelled and flew, like black lightning, piercing the dark clouds like arrows, and their wings swept up the spray of the waves.

Behold, it flies like a spirit,--the proud, black spirit of the storm, and it laughs, and it howls again... It laughs at the clouds, and it howls with joy!
Georgiana stayed in the greenhouse, looking at the cloud-covered sky outside the glass, and the seabirds still soaring in the sky in such a cold weather, and then stroked the brilliant feathers of "Mango".

"We are all penguins." She said to Mango, "Don't dare to fly before the storm like Haiyan."

Mango made no rebuttal, and concentrated on eating the figs that were prepared for him on the plate.

She watched the mango eat, and the strong mood swings made her weak. She was lucky that she didn't deform just now.

Immediately afterwards, she was flipping through the book she had just borrowed about the Anglo-Dutch War. She was going to meet the Minister of Magic of the Netherlands later, and she had to make preparations before that.

The Netherlands lost the first Anglo-Dutch war and won the second, so what will be the result of the third?

At the beginning of the third Dutch outbreak, many people tried their best to escape from the Netherlands, and thousands of people blocked the gate of the East India Company in Amsterdam, wanting to exchange their stocks.

Panic and confusion are spreading, the country is almost paralyzed, rumors are spreading, and many people believe that the stocks in their hands have been reduced to waste paper.

Faced with this situation, William III asked the people to elect a few representatives, and then asked the guards to open the door of the cellar vault, so that the people could see with their own eyes the gold and silver accumulated in the Netherlands over the past few decades, and then he personally guaranteed these The stocks are still valid, the panic in people's hearts has only slightly eased, and the financial system in Amsterdam has resumed operation.

Unfortunately, after William III stabilized the form of Amsterdam, the Dutch Admiral Michel Adrianson de Ruyter was killed, and despair once again enveloped Amsterdam.

Without the navy as a barrier, although the seawall was dug to stop the army, it could not stop the enemies from the sea. However, after the seawater poured in, cities such as Amsterdam and Rotterdam became isolated islands, and the Netherlands became unrecognizable .

It is difficult for anyone to remain calm after facing such a scene, and those Dutch who defended on the "isolated island" also showed a completely different temperament and began to resist tenaciously.

Her eyes were covered.

At first she was taken aback, but then she smelled the familiar cologne and knew who was covering her eyes.

Razors are sharp and close to the throat in this era, so the killer sometimes plays the barber, which is often seen in the bridge of the movie.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly in her ear, and the hot breath from his breath hit her cheek that was slapped by Chiara.

"Study," she whispered. "I want to know what kind of man William III of Orange was?"

He didn't let go, even though he knew his identity had been exposed as he spoke.

"Close your eyes," he ordered.

"Yes, General," she said jokingly, and he took his hand away.

Not long after, she felt something cold fall on her face, and her eyes became darker.

She heard the sound of silk sliding, as if he were tying decorative ribbons around her face.

Then she felt someone standing in front of her.

"How about we play a game?" he said.

"what game?"

"Pretend we have legal identities."

She is confused.

"You're Josephine, I'm the guy."

She was annoyed for a moment.

"There is no moral restraint, and there is no need to worry about conscience condemnation." He said softly, "Just like ordinary people."

"You're crazy," she said angrily.

"I'm tired, can you give me a moment of peace." He said tiredly, sounding like a begging, a little pitiful.

She should be condemned at this time, you deserve it, do many people lose their peace because of you?

"Have mercy," he really begged. "Are you a cold-blooded Englishwoman?"

"Why do you insist on adding 'British' after cold-blooded and cold-hearted?" She asked retortly.

"So you have a warm heart?" he took the opportunity to ask.

"Sometimes I don't understand your logic. What does my warm heart have to do with this?"

"Before going into battle, I often see soldiers parting with their families, as if it was the last time." He said calmly, "I envy them very much."

Georgiana heard from Figel that the French army, known for its rapid march, was actually followed by many people, including soldiers’ families and peddlers. Like they are in Austria, they will deliberately give the coachman 3 gold coins, just to teach their emperor a lesson.

They don't know where tomorrow is. If the gold coins are kept, they will be taken away by the Prussians as a trophy just like the Belgian military doctor who served in the Austrian army.

"Just a kiss?" she asked.

"Just a kiss," he responded.

She didn't know what to say, she couldn't say like a priest, hey, you can kiss your bride.

Mango let out a cry at this time, its voice was so crow-like, it made her seem to smell the rancid smell of the battlefield.

There's a 17 year old, he's probably just old enough to shave, has he ever kissed a girl?
It could be by a lake, it could be in the woods, or it could be the House of Requirement filled with all kinds of old things.

There are many beautiful things in life, but he has not had time to experience them, so it is too cruel to die for the war.

"So, when the time comes, the boy must die?" said the greasy-haired wizard. "You raised him like a pig for slaughter."

Although it is a pig waiting to be slaughtered, at least I have happy memories. Friends, Quidditch, and so many adventures are more interesting than a long and bitter life.

She saw some memories, some people were riding horses, advancing in the desert, they had smiles on their faces, and the pyramids were not far away.

"Hey!!!" A loud voice came from the wilderness.

"Look, he really stayed up there all night!" Monge said in surprise.

"He is afraid of heights, going up is different from going down."

"Then he still climbed up?" someone asked.

"Because that's my order." The commander-in-chief said with a smug smile.

She pushed the bastard away and took the ribbon off her face.

"How can you bully people like this!" she complained.

But he closed his eyes, with a smile on his face, as if he didn't want to wake up from his sweet dream.

So she pinched his nose and forced him to open his eyes.

"Who's that man on the pyramid?" Georgiana asked, looking him in the eye.

"Is this magic?" he asked.

"It's Legilimency, which is my innate skill."

"Why don't you use it on me?"

"Why should I use it on you?"

He stared at her.

If she used Legilimency on him, a Muggle without Occlumency would have no secrets.

"He's a lucky fool." He finished softly, with unpredictable thoughts in his blue eyes, and then sat on the chair opposite her, looking at the cloudy sky outside the greenhouse.

"Oh! Mango!" cried Georgiana, shooing aside the bird of paradise, whose droppings had soiled the book.

She didn't wipe it with anything, but used her wand to erase the dirty things, and then checked page by page until there was no residue before putting down the wand.

At this moment, he was also looking at the book. On that page, there was an illustration of an island, with a note next to it-St. Hena Island.

According to the above records, it was ceded during the first Anglo-Dutch war, and Cromwell was in power at that time, but the secret agreement was not written in the book, and William III could not be allowed to become the Grand Reign of the Netherlands.

But he not only became Grand Consul, but also inherited the English throne inherited from Charles II, because his mother was a Stuart, and Charles II was his uncle.

Suddenly her heart sank, and she looked up to find that Bonaparte was smiling, looking malicious.

(End of this chapter)