Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2159 Flower War (sixty-seven)

  From the map, the Dover Strait seems to be very narrow, and Calais, France, is very close to Dover, England.

   However, when she was at sea, she felt how wide this seemingly narrow trench was, and she couldn't see any land anyway.

   "We are almost at Wissant." Bonaparte went to the side of the boat and watched the scenery with her. "If all goes well, we will be in Calais in the afternoon."

  Georgianna didn't answer, because he had a premise when he said this, "everything goes well", what if it doesn't go well?

   This is undoubtedly a depressing remark. No one wants to hear it now. It can be seen that the people on the boat are very nervous. Only Bonaparte seems to be relaxed.

   "Aren't you afraid?"

   "What are you afraid of?" he said looking into the distance.

   Before she could say anything, the watchman at the top of the mast rang the bell and issued a warning.

   Everyone looked up at him together, and then all looked in the direction he pointed, and there were several black dots in the distance approaching them.

   Bonaparte stretched out his hand to the side, and the adjutant handed over his telescope.

   "It's a British warship." He said, holding the binoculars, "There are five ships."

   She looked around. Their fleet looked quite large, but most of them were civilian merchant ships. Once a war started, it might not be of much use.

   Then she looked at the other ship where the magician and the reporters were sitting. They also noticed the difference, and they also looked in the direction of the British warship with their binoculars.

   "Guess if they're going to fire," he said with a smile.

   "It's not funny," said Georgiana seriously.

   Then they watched the five ships approach together.

   Not long after the French and Dutch warships drove towards the five ships, colorful flags rose from the masts.

   That was the semaphore, and although she couldn't understand it, it didn't take long for the British ships to hoist the flag.

   "They want to come near." An admiral said to Bonaparte. "To expel them?"

   "What do you think they came close to? Georgiana?" Bonaparte asked her.

   "I don't know," she whispered.

   He turned to look at her, "Aren't you persuading me to retreat?"

   "You won't retreat," she said calmly.

"Why?"

   "Because you are Napoleon."

   He laughed, and the navy looked at her with weird eyes.

  ‘If the British fire, I can’t run, we’re on the same boat. ’

   She wanted to say that to the Frenchman, but she didn't say it.

   "Let them come," said Bonaparte somewhat rashly, but the officer complied with his order and let the sailors signal the semaphore.

Soon a British warship came over, but stopped a mile away from Pomona, and the people on board boarded a frigate, which then approached Pomona and sent "passengers". "It was sent to the cruise ship through a wooden board.

   That was four very young British soldiers, maybe 20 or even younger.

   Reminiscent of the last time Bonaparte and the Prince of Wales met, he said that the prince brought all recruits, if only in terms of age.

  These young British navies could not hide their excitement when they saw Napoleon, and they used some blunt French to express their intentions.

   "Forgive our reckless behavior, but we don't want to miss this opportunity to get acquainted with you."

"who are you?"

   "Former 57th Army, active duty Royal Navy ensign, Gray Gore," said the handsome young officer.

   "Why not continue in the army?" said Bonaparte.

   "If I stayed in the Army, I wouldn't have a chance to meet you today, sir," Gregor exclaimed.

   Bonaparte laughed, maybe he thought the English boy was funny.

   Several other young people also introduced themselves to Napoleon. Indeed, Napoleon had many admirers, even in England.

   She was bored listening to them tell their admiration, and soon the fleet, which had been suspended because of this episode, began to advance again, and they passed the Dover Strait, or the Calais Strait in French, smoothly.

   After passing Wissant, the fleet came a little closer to the shore, from which the straight chalky shore could be seen, and the people on the other ships cheered.

Seeing such a cliff reminded her of a jigsaw puzzle, and some people did put the continents together as a jigsaw puzzle, especially the right-angled protruding part of eastern Brazil fits very well with the Gulf of Guinea, which is recessed at a right angle on the west coast of Africa, and then there is continental drift. theory.

  Compared with the long history of the earth, the time of human appearance is actually very short. You must know that Brazil and Africa are so far away, and they move slowly by one foot every day.

  No one cared what she was thinking, including the few British soldiers who came to see Napoleon mainly, and she was standing next to her like a background.

   Later, in addition to Gregor, several other young men returned to the British warships, and this time they were allowed to join the French navy, escorting the fleet like a frigate.

  Gregor is quite articulate, perhaps because of this, he married the daughter of the general who commanded the 57th Legion at such a young age and became a second lieutenant through his father-in-law.

  The navy is indeed much easier than the army, and has a better future. He had been in the navy for only a year and seemed to have traveled to many places, including the West Indies and the Strait of Panama, where he also discovered an island nation.

  The climate is mild and the land is fertile. Although there are natives, the population is very small, and they are very kind and do not take the initiative to attack strangers. Then he started talking about the benefits of building the Panama Canal, as if trying to get Napoleon to pay for it.

   She felt even more bored, and she was a little worried that Napoleon would be fooled. After all, the Panama Canal is not as easy to repair as the Suez Canal. There is indeed a gap in the sea level on both sides.

   "Get us some tea, Georgiana." Bonaparte said suddenly, "Don't you Englishmen love tea?"

   She looked at Gregor.

   Having said so much, he should really be thirsty.

   It was not necessary for her to go there herself to make tea, but she left the deck as Bonaparte said.

   "Madam." Margaret came over anxiously.

"What's wrong?"

   "Matilda is seasick."

Seasickness wasn't a big deal, but she went to see it anyway. Matilda was lying on her bed, pale and pale, and Georgiana let her carry a suitcase with tea utensils on the table not far away. .

   Matilda can't make tea in this state, but she doesn't want to give the box to Leyla, or Margaret. So after persuading Matilda, who wanted to persist "with the illness", to stay in bed, Georgiana brewed a pot of tea herself, and then let Leila take it back to the deck with her.

   "Thank you," Gregor said politely, took the tea from the tray, and continued chatting with Bonaparte, who still regarded her as a set board.

   How she wished she could take out her wand and curse him, like getting acne on his handsome little face or something.

   They arrived in Calais around 1pm, and the port was already filled with cheering crowds to greet them.

  While Napoleon was waving, Gregor mingled with other French officials and seemed to be receiving cheers.

   may be because Calais is very close to the United Kingdom, there are many English-style buildings in the city, and there are many watchtowers. After disembarking, they were arranged to live in the Mercury Hotel. This hotel was opened by the former French postmaster Charles-Augustine Maurice. It was the earliest hotel in continental Europe. The decoration inside was specially designed to cater to the British taste, and the stairs with wrought iron handrails , behind the hotel is the art gallery, from the top floor you can see the Notre-Dame Church of Calais.

   "How do you feel?" Bonaparte asked after Georgiana had visited the "Presidential Suite".

   "It's not as luxurious as the palace, but I think it will be very comfortable to live in." She said calmly, "The sheets are all new."

   "There must be a castle near here," said Bonaparte.

   "There is a bathtub here, do you want to take a bath?" she asked.

   "Tell me what are you thinking?"

  Thinking about Elba and St. Hena where you are imprisoned, the facilities on the island and this one are more rudimentary.

   she thought to herself, but what she said was something else, "I'm thinking about the Leaky Cauldron, the room on the second floor is much simpler than this one."

"bar?"

   "Oh, don't you know? That's how hotels used to be."

   He looked a little confused.

   "How does the hotel where you stayed before your hairline compare to this one?" asked Georgiana.

   "Not much difference."

  Georgianna couldn't help laughing. "You really are a nobleman."

   He was a little upset.

   "This is a civilian hotel, that's what civilian hotels are like." She spread her hands.

   "I know this is a civilian hotel." He said aggressively.

   She looked at him calmly.

   "What are you thinking?" he asked.

   "The difference between a man and a woman." She said softly, "I know a woman who can give up her status as a noble lady for love and live in a slum with the man she loves, while you men, do everything possible to leave mediocrity."

   He didn't speak, but looked at her in surprise.

   "You don't believe that fate is unjust, do you? You believe that fate is in your own hands."

   "You believe fate is unjust?" he asked rhetorically.

   "Yes, the biggest injustice of fate is to arrange for me to be a woman."

   He smiled "You think you'll get justice by being a man?"

   "No, but it means I don't have to believe in the 'fate is unjust' bullshit."

   "Why do you think so?"

"What if I were ugly, Leon, would you love me?" she added, before he answered, "I knew a woman who used a potion to make a handsome man fall in love with her, and had a child with her, But she's so ugly, he refuses to recognize her as his wife when he wakes up, and refuses to accept that bastard. That's what I say fate is unjust, Leon, even if you men are born ugly, you can make up for it with talent, Women are designed from birth."

   "Remember that contract, if I had nothing and you were no longer young and beautiful, would you still love me?"

   "You said, I can wait until next year's Portuguese month."

   "Yes." He smiled sarcastically, "You can wait, anyway, you don't care about the passage of time, someone will take over you, right?"

   He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

   (end of this chapter)