Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2533: Pregnant Hibiscus

() Disasters and wars are always easy to give birth to something. Maybe it's panic, maybe unwilling, maybe pessimistic, maybe desire.

After all, when death is lingering around and no one knows whether there is still a tomorrow, what we can see with our eyes is the current situation, and what we can touch with our hands is just beside us. People.

So under the accumulated pressure, we may need to vent in the frenzied busy interval, or... even if we just want to leave something for the future where we may no longer have our own existence.

In short, when the sun came in from the east window one morning, Furong suddenly realized that she might be pregnant.

She didn’t tell Bill, because the situation on the second battlefield has become more anxious recently-she is seeing his face become more serious day by day, she can’t just let him add another one. Worry, even if it might be considered a good thing.

However, it turns out that even without her "accident", the troubles belonging to the camp of Bill and Granger would still come uninvited--

"Bill, a large fleet suddenly appeared on the sea. The flagship is a magic ship! They are coming to us from the east. It seems that they are planning to dock at the dock controlled by our camp."

"The fleet? Is there a flag? What is the origin?"

"It's the crossed wands and twelve star rings, the banner of the new coalition formed by the International Wizarding Federation! It's just... there are too many ships, and we haven't received any news beforehand. This is abnormal. !"

The conversation followed the morning sea breeze and was faintly taken from the entrance of the central camp to the medical supplies storage tent, beside Furong's ears.

As the wizard who went to Bill to report, this discovery was very abnormal. You know, during this period of time, the International Wizarding Federation led by Maxim has always been the largest rear support of Granger Camp. A lot of the information from the camp will be sent to Maxim, and Bill’s is very good. Most of the information is also obtained directly from the command post of the Federation.

But this time, Bill didn't get any news about the operation of the large fleet organized by the coalition forces. He didn't know it until the wizard in the camp on the lighthouse outside the pier saw it with his own eyes.

Not to mention that he didn’t even know that the movements of the Maxim’s fleet were actually completely open to the outside world. Deliberately kept in the dark.

Why is this?

"Whatever the reason, at least the emergence of this fleet made us notice that the intelligence source of our camp is actually very narrow. If the coalition as the main intelligence transporter will intentionally blockade, we will immediately change Be half blind and deaf...just like now."

Bill put the pen casually while saying this, and stood up on the edge of the table with both hands.

"I will greet you, and you will immediately notify all the camp members and enter the alert state!"

……

Billburn is the oldest of the Weasley brothers and sisters. Now he is in charge of the affairs of an entire battle camp very close to the front line, which naturally makes him more mature.

The busy day after day and the anxiousness that is pressing in the bottom of my heart, while making it calm, even gradually revealing a little vicissitudes of life.

Furong would shave him every time he occasionally had time to rest in his spare time, which at least made his mental outlook look better. As a camp owner, this is of course necessary, so Bill is also very cooperative-he knows that he needs a look and posture that can make his subordinates maintain confidence in him.

"It's a pity that I slept a bit late last night and got up early and hurriedly. The stubble on his chin didn't have time to deal with him.

"

Furong, who came out of the medical supplies tent, looked far away at Bill's leaving figure, and saw Bill touch his chin subconsciously. She knew that Bill had the same thought as her.

Of course, the trivial matter of not having a shave is somewhat insignificant compared to the suspense hidden on the flagship ship that has probably started docking at this moment.

Furong touched her lower abdomen, without hesitation, Dang Even stepped up and watched Bill's back and followed.

……

The weather was good this morning, and the rising sun sprinkled a slightly dazzling sparkle on the sea. Regrettably, soon, that large fleet under the coalition forces of the Federation sailed over the waves and stationed most of the vast Cherbourg port offshore.

The huge wharf can't accommodate so many ships, so in fact, only a few ships in the group that came next to the flagship actually came to the port.

Standing on the pier to greet the forefront of the team, Bill looked at this very complicated fleet on the sea, most of which were old wooden ships. While suppressing the slight anxiety in his heart, he also Can’t help but wonder:

"I don't know how to make such a fleet for Maxim?"

Modern wizards in the magical world have rarely used ships to sail on the sea. Even if it is necessary, or perhaps just as they pleased, most of them will only hide their identities and borrow Muggle flights to go to sea. To be able to put together such a large fleet of ships, to be honest, is actually a very difficult task. It is no wonder that recently many forces and people have been surprised after learning about this.

As the **** walked slightly, the headed ship finally landed first, and then the gangway was set up firmly, once the tall figure that would inevitably be eye-catching came down.

"Mr. Weasley, it is really hard for you at Camp Granger. Seriously~IndoMTL.com~ I really shouldn’t bother you to come out to meet you in person!"

Mrs. Maxim's voice is not as high as her figure, but the waves on the dock make her also have to raise her voice. Perhaps because of this, she seemed to be hearty and deliberate when she first greeted her.

"No, it's okay, it should be." Bill smiled, and also said loudly, "President, you can work harder than me, let alone, you can be sure of things that require you to decide. It’s much more important than mine!"

He said as he greeted him, but only Fleur, who was standing at the end of the welcoming crowd, could find out that Bill's condition today doesn't seem to be a good one.

"He has touched the stubble on his chin for the third time," Furong frowned in the crowd. "Is it because I didn't get an extra sleep last night?"

In fact, Furong, who had been aware of it just now, came with her because she was worried, and now, she started to think about the time she should choose to help him.

"Moreover," Furong's eyes moved suddenly, "Madam's state is also very wrong."