Chapter 2866 The Unforgivable Secret (3)

The carnival was still going on at the market, but Pomona was no longer in the mood to participate.

She drank wine while walking. She bought it from a roadside vendor. According to him, it was noble rot wine from Alsace. If it was genuine, this bottle of wine would be very valuable, but she only spent

I bought it for a gold galleon.

Legend has it that Sir Maxim's ancestors were from the Hugo family in France. Because of the abolition of the Edict of Nantes, their family came to Plysmouth, England, then to Massachusetts, the United States, and then to Burma due to the westward expansion movement.

Because they obtained a piece of land there and worked hard on it, Hiram Maxim was the eldest son of this family.

The Hugo family was originally a German aristocrat. They migrated to the Alsace region in the 16th century and ran wineries there for generations. The grapes infected by botrytis will shrink like the skin of shrunken figs, but they are special.

It is sweet, the wine made from it has a special fruity aroma, and it also has strong roots, even the natural enemy of grapes, phylloxera, can hardly shake its roots.

But it may not be aphids and weather that can destroy vineyards. Anyway, Hugo's vineyards have survived through the French Revolution, the Franco-Prussian War, and the First and Second World Wars, becoming "liquid gold."

In 1851, the Universal Exposition was held in Hyde Park, London, England. Louis Napoleon Bonaparte carried out a coup, dissolved the National Assembly and the Senate, and declared the French Republic to be an empire. He also called himself Napoleon III.

Hugo was one of the parliamentarians who opposed Napoleon's establishment of the empire. He was exiled abroad for nineteen years. He sold his family property and took his wife and children into exile abroad, but it was his mistress Juliet who helped him escape from France.

, she managed to get a false passport for him, evading police surveillance, and then Juliet brought a large box of Hugo's manuscripts to Brussels for a meeting.

In short, by 1885, Victor Hugo was dead, but the works he left behind were still there, as well as his resounding reputation.

In fact, before Maxim appeared, there was a machine gun called Gatling that appeared on the battlefield of the Civil War. It was invented by a doctor. Gatling lived in Indiana when the war broke out and belonged to the northern forces.

After Gatlin designed the machine gun, he first introduced it to the Northern Army. At first, the Northern Army officers rejected his recommendation.

However, as the war situation changed, the Northern Army purchased a batch of Gatling machine guns. Even though the machine guns at that time were still hand-cranked, they also caused a large number of casualties. However, with the end of the war in 1870, these guns were left idle.

The first is the issue of gunpowder. Sir Maxim also had an older brother who developed smokeless gunpowder. After the Civil War, the British purchased Gatling's patent and improved it on the original basis.

played a huge role in the conflict.

There was a Minister of Magic who was said to have participated in the Crimean War. Although there was no Gatling or Maxim on the battlefield, she still caused heavy casualties to the British army.

At that time, a female nurse named Nightingale came to the field hospital to provide medical care to the soldiers, but few people mentioned the other side of the war.

French is the language of the Russian aristocracy, and it so happens that some British people can also speak French. In the winter months, because the siege war entered a period of calm, the warring parties were building fortifications.

Because they were busy digging fortifications, there were no major battles during this period. This was called "shovel work". The British soldiers were unwilling to do it, so they let the Irish do it. The Irish didn't want to do it either. He could hold a gun and bayonet, but he couldn't

He is willing to do "shovel work", which is no different from what he did back home.

Then the Russians raised a white flag. At first they were worried about fraud, but then the Russian officers and escorts came unarmed, and they even threw a few sticks of cigarettes to the British.

So the two sides who had been exchanging blows five minutes ago began to share tobacco leaves and drink rum. The Russians complimented the British on their friendliness, and the British complimented the Russians on their gentleness. They sometimes spoke French and sometimes English.

No one wants to die or be cannon fodder on the battlefield. The siege war has become a formality. Today you fire a few shots into the sky, and tomorrow I will fire at the open space. The soldiers spend much more time digging fortifications than firing.

Or just play cards or sleep in the trenches.

Once, a group of unarmed Russian soldiers borrowed fire from the British sentry. The two sides still complimented each other, and after finishing their cigarettes, they went to their respective posts. Someone even brought a grand piano to play in the trench.

Wine is the greatest joy in the trenches. The Russians drink vodka, the British drink rum, the French drink wine, and even the Turks drink Crimean wine. Almost every regiment has few who can stand.

, cry, laugh, dance and fight when drunk.

In spring, Crimea, which had been silent for a long time under the harsh winter, suddenly turned into an extremely beautiful place. The grass was filled with flowers of various colors, including a large number of snowdrops, crocuses, and hyacinths. They were growing in piles.

Swarms of ammunition and heavy machinery ordnance emerged from under them, and the sweet chirping of birds was everywhere.

I heard that wizards who went to Europe to recruit students would send down rain after a long drought to rejuvenate the land. Pomona didn't know which side of the Crimean War Orpington joined? But she understood one thing.

The Maxim machine gun also has a name called "devil's painbrush". You can't paint that kind of scenery with the devil's paintbrush.

As she walked, she seemed to trip over something, causing her to lose her balance.

Just when she was about to fall, someone helped her, but the wine bottle in her hand fell to the ground and broke because she was dancing casually.

"Thank you." She said politely, even if it was a stranger she didn't know, she should express her gratitude for giving her a hand.

Snape seemed to want to say something.

"You don't need to follow me." She said kindly.

"You're drunk," he said.

She pulled her hand back and casually walked into a tent.

At first, Pomona thought the people in the tent were playing cards, but later discovered they were using tarot cards to tell fortunes.

"Are you lost?" said the old witch covered in cheap jewelry.

"No." She sat down on the carpet laid by the witch. "I'm just tired."

The witch handed the tarot cards in her hand to her.

"Take one."

Pomona drew a card from her hand, and as soon as she touched it, it levitated.

The card shows a ship with six swords stuck in it. A man is holding a pole to hold up the ship, which looks like it will sink at any time. A man who is wrapped in cloth and cannot be identified as a man is sitting with a child.

On the boat, as the boat moves forward.

There are calm waves on one side of the ship, rough waves on the other side, and a calm scenery in the distance.

"Do you know what this card means?" the witch asked.

Pomona didn't say anything. She had studied divination and of course she knew its meaning.

The witch misunderstood and explained to her, "These three are people who share weal and woe. The boatman is trying to row the boat away from this dangerous situation and toward calm waters. Do you think the boatman wants to leave him or stay with him?"

Let’s move forward together?”

Pomona drew another card, this time the Page of Wands.

"It's a young boy, or a new beginning." The witch said with a smile, "A new life and strength."

"But I'm old." Pomona lay tiredly on the stranger's carpet.

"Choose another one," said the witch.

Pomona didn't move, and Snape chose for her.

"She is a good mother." The witch looked at the card and explained, "I want care, but don't know how to ask for it. I always think that I am a victim, and become melancholy, depressed, overly sensitive, and unrealistic..."

"That's enough!" Pomona sat up angrily.

"Emotional." The witch put the three cards together. "In order to retaliate for the humiliation given to her by someone, she began to punish her new partner and became ruthless. You must forgive or make a relationship with someone in your past life.

End it so that you can free yourself from it, otherwise you will empty yourself emotionally and mentally and become more of a burden to yourself than to others."

"I have no one to seek revenge on," Pomona said.

"Then you are living in an unbearable situation and are unwilling to change or leave." said the witch.

"She's not going anywhere," Snape said gloomily.

"Then change something." The witch said, "Don't say 'never forgive'."

Pomona thought she was talking nonsense, got up and left.

"Thank you." Snape said.

"Three Silver Sickles." The witch held out her hand to Snape.

"Charlatan!" Pomona yelled at the witch.

But Snape paid for it and gave him a gold galleon.

"Welcome next time," said the witch.

Pomona tried to get her wand and flip down her tent.

Snape turned into black smoke and took her away from this place.

There was a small panic when he left, and people remembered that the smoke was the symbol of a Death Eater.

But she couldn't see what happened next because they had flown far away.
Chapter completed!