Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2536: The dead hero

"Madam, I really hope that when my children grow up to be able to go to school in the future, you... will still be the principal of Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, really! In my heart, you have always been Is the best teacher in the world!"

It's true that Fleur is a veeva hybrid, but obviously, she doesn't seem to have inherited the verbal skills of veevas that can charm people with one or two sentences. Under the beautiful and moving eyebrows, what she has is a mouth that is always a little clumsy at critical moments.

Obviously, at this moment, she suddenly broke the practice of being pregnant in public. In fact, she just wanted to use these words to let Mrs. Maxim recall the state of mind when she devoted herself to the growth of the students.

In her opinion, only in this way can the opponent who has become more and more eager for quick success in the seat of the International Wizarding Federation's seat to stop the eager progress.

It's a pity that her words obviously didn't touch Mrs. Maxim's heart very much, but instead surprised Bill on the other side and stood up suddenly.

"Furong? You...what did you just say?"

Bill, who was unprepared for this incident, even forgot about his headaches. He stood up and asked, not that he didn’t hear clearly, but he just subconsciously wanted to get help from the one he loved. Reconfirmed again in his mouth.

"Yes, we have children."

After the momentary impulse passed, Furong, who finally realized that things had not reached his expectations, was at this time facing the excited Bill, but was mixed with a little bit of disappointment in his shyness.

Because she has already seen the expression on Maxim’s face, what appeared on that face was not the nostalgia for the past and the emotion of the teacher-student sentiment she expressed, but a subtle touch. The investigation was disapproving.

"Oh, I have to congratulate you, dear--you are going to be a mother! As far as I know, this is not an easy task." Mrs. Maxim smiled gently but without losing distance He said, "But since this is the case, it is only for you-my most proud student-and your children, and the family that will be formed. The president of my federation should also try to end it more wholeheartedly. This is a terrible disaster, isn't it?"

She said that, but her affectionate gaze only slightly stopped on Furong's body, and more of it was looking at the other camp personnel in the tent...and Bill on the opposite side.

"Mr. Weasley, I think we need a wedding, and maybe it should be a stable, easy and beautiful wedding!" She said, "It's just a pity, before that, Mike Mr. Lane’s funeral can’t be delayed any longer! We can’t let our hero... always lie in that unknown corner, lonely forgotten by the countless people saved by his life!"

She still said it!

When Fleur tried to interrupt, but instead made Bill a little bit unreasonable, and everyone else in the camp was surprised at each other, Maksim finally spoke out the secret she had learned from nowhere.

Because Bill and Lupin were very clear at the beginning, if this incident were exposed in front of too many people, it would definitely cause a big disturbance, so God knows how much effort it took them to get This news was tightly sealed in the hearts of the few people who had directly witnessed the scene in the camp that day.

At this moment, Maxim directly stabbed the news that Maca was "dead" directly in front of the group of witches and wizards with complex composition and affiliation brought about by her trip. .

You know, among those people, there are more than one famous wizard reporter that Bill recognizes! With Merlin on, he can already predict how many magical newspapers across Europe will take this as the headline early tomorrow morning!

However, this time Bill never expected that Maxim brought reporters from Muggle World, and today's materials were sent to major media headquarters in real time.

The storm that the other party wants to rise is even greater than he thought!

"Heroes, need to be remembered!"

Mrs. Maxim finally stood up at this time. Once she was tall and let go of her hands and feet and stood up boldly, the momentum released by her every move was unexpectedly surprising.

I saw her looking down at Bill in front of her with her eyes down slightly, and finally said in a deep and unquestionable voice:

"I am also an old friend of Maca, take me...to see him!"

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"The people need a hero! This time, our new president is very accurate, and he is really bold! It's a pity that this hero is dead... Although this can arouse some of the battles on the front lines. The blood and courage of the people, but the soothing effect on the victims is worse..."

When the Granger camp in Cherbourg, France~IndoMTL.com~Mrs. Maxim forced to "pay respect" to Maca's body in front of Bill, the first phase was organized by the wizard and Muggle joint media team The urgently typeset newspapers were freshly released and sent to all parts of the world with all their strength.

Just a moment later, one of them was delivered to the living room on the first floor of a large mysterious manor near Vatican City.

It was a middle-aged man who looked like the tired priest who had been fighting on the Eastern Defense Line of the Second Battlefield recently. The newspaper was now in his hands.

However, he is not the owner of this manor.

"Barlow, you are wrong! Ask me to say that President Maxim made such a determination, how could he not have a little selfishness? I don't deny that she would think about the people. It's great, but ah-if she can grasp her own position in the follow-up process, then she will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to gain a lot of public opinion!"

In the past few days, there have been a lot of guests on this manor, and the one who took over the conversation at this time was also not the owner here.

No, to be precise, the people gathered in this living room today can actually be said to be a family. It's just that the family pedigree is too long, as long as the ancestors of multiple generations no longer live together.

And after these few people who were sitting next to me said a few words one after another, the old man in a plain gray-white house gown who had been sitting on the main seat from before finally raised his head from the silence. When he came, he didn't look at other people, but looked at one of the young wizards standing near the door of the living room.

"Pierre, you have been going to school in Busbarton all these years, right? This newspaper delivered today, come and read it too!"