Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2270 The Winter Banquet of the Sea God (twelve)

   Russian writer Gorky once wrote this poem:

   On the vast sea, the wind swept dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels are flying proudly like black lightning.

   Wings hit the waves for a moment, and arrows dashed straight to the dark cloud, and it cried,—in the brave cry of the bird, the dark cloud heard joy.

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

  The gulls groaned and groaned before the storm, and they flew on the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.

   The sea ducks were also moaning, and they, these sea ducks, could not enjoy the joy of the battle of life: they were frightened by the rumble of thunder.

  The stupid penguin timidly hides its fat body under the cliff... Only the arrogant petrel, bravely and freely, flies on the foaming sea!

   Thunder roared. The waves call in furious sprays, arguing with the wind. Behold, the gust of wind clung to the waves and threw them viciously over the cliffs, smashing these large pieces of jade into dust and crumbs.

   Haiyan cried, and flew, like black lightning, arrows through the dark clouds, and their wings swept the spray of the waves.

  Look, it dances like a genie--a proud, black tempestuous genie, it laughs, it howls again... It laughs at the dark clouds, it howls with joy!

  Georgianna stayed in the greenhouse, looking at the cloudy 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 like a petrel before a storm comes."

  Mango made no objection, and concentrated on the figs prepared for it on the plate.

   She watched Mango eat. The strong mood swings made her weak. She was lucky that she didn't deform just now.

   Immediately after she flipped through the book she had just borrowed about the Anglo-Dutch War, she was going to meet the Dutch Minister of Magic later, and before that she had to prepare.

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

  In the early days of the third Dutch outbreak, many people tried their best to escape the Netherlands, and thousands of people blocked the door of the Amsterdam East India Company, wanting to exchange their stocks.

   Panic and chaos 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 choose several representatives, and then he let the guards open the door of the vault vault, so that the people could see the gold and silver accumulated in the Netherlands over the past few decades, and then he personally guaranteed these Stocks are still valid, the panic in people's hearts has eased a little, and Amsterdam's financial system is back to work.

   However, there were unforeseen circumstances. After William III stabilized Amsterdam's form, the Dutch Admiral Michel Adrianson de Reut was killed, and despair once again enveloped Amsterdam.

Without the navy as a barrier, although the seawall can be dug to block the army, it cannot stop the enemy from the sea. However, after the sea water poured in, cities such as Amsterdam and Rotterdam have all become isolated islands, and the Netherlands has become unrecognizable. .

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

   Her eyes were covered.

   She was startled at first, then she smelled the familiar cologne and knew who was covering her eyes.

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

   "What are you doing?" he asked softly beside her ear, the hot breath slashed across her cheek, which was slapped by Kiara.

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

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

   "Close your eyes," he ordered.

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

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

   She heard the silk sliding, as if he had tied the decorative ribbon 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 a legitimate identity."

   She was confused.

   "You are Josephine and I am that guy."

   She was annoyed for a moment.

   "No moral restraint, no need to worry about condemnation of conscience." 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, it sounded like a pleading, a little pitiful.

   At this time, she should be condemned, you deserve it, are there still many people who have lost their peace because of you?

   "Have mercy." He really pleaded. "Are you a cold-hearted English woman?"

   "Why do you have to add 'British' after cold-blooded and cold-hearted?" She asked arrogantly.

   "So you have a heart?" he asked at the opportunity.

   "Sometimes I don't understand your logic, what does my heart have to do with this?"

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

Georgiana heard Figeer say that the French army, known for its rapid march, was actually followed by many people, including the soldiers’ families and hawkers. The soldiers would buy something from the hawkers with the newly issued military pay. Like they were in Austria, they would deliberately give the coachman 3 gold coins just to teach their emperor a lesson.

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

   "Just a kiss?" she asked.

   "Just a kiss," he responded.

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

  Mango called out at this time, and its sound was so crow-like that she seemed to smell the rancid smell of the battlefield.

  Has a 17 year old who may just be old enough to shave, has he kissed girls?

   It may be by the lake, it may be in the woods, or it may be a house of request filled with all kinds of old things.

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

   "So, when the time is right, that boy must die?" said the greasy-haired wizard. "You raised him like a pig to be slaughtered."

  Although it is a pig to be slaughtered, at least there are 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, marching in the desert, with smiles on their faces, not far from the pyramids.

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

   "Look, he really stayed on it all night!" Meng Ge said in surprise.

   "He is afraid of heights, going up is not the same as 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 **** away and took off the ribbon from her face.

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

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

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

   "Who is that man on the pyramid?" Georgiana asked, looking him in the eyes.

   "This is magic?" he asked.

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

   "Why don't you use it for me?"

   "Why should I use it on you?"

   He stared at her.

  If she used Legilimency on him, a Muggle who didn't learn Occlumency would have no secrets.

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

   "Oh! Mango!" cried Georgiana, throwing the bird of paradise aside, its feces soiling the book.

   Instead of wiping it, she used her wand to wipe away the dirt, and then checked page after page until there was no residue left before putting down the wand.

   At this time he was also looking at the book, there was an illustration on the page, it was an island, and there was a note next to it - Saint Hena.

  According to the above records, it was ceded during the First Anglo-Dutch War. Cromwell was in power at that time, but the secret agreement was not written in the book, and William III could not be made the great ruler of the Netherlands.

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

   Her heart sank suddenly, and when she looked up she saw Bonaparte smiling, looking malicious.

   (end of this chapter)