Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1839: Inspiration Banquet

Due to Belgium’s relatively special geographical location and the relationship between its Minister of Magic, Ms. De Quinn, and the current members of the Alliance, Hermione and Ms. Maxim have been the main venue of the Alliance from the beginning. Ideas and plans completed here.

After two consecutive meetings were held in Belgium, this place quickly became the center of the Resistance Alliance.

For now, this second meeting is finally over.

At the meeting, including Germany and Portugal, which has been inquiring now, representatives of the main powers of many countries passively or actively proposed on the spot their plans to provide combat support for the alliance's march into the United Kingdom.

In the waiting hall, many representatives of the members left the meeting, some of them went back to each family to report on the meeting and some resolutions, and the rest just stayed here, only a few accompanying wizards were sent back to the country to pass on the news.

Obviously, they are also very clear that the current situation can be said to be changing rapidly. Once some information is missed, the consequences can be totally unimaginable.

"Miss Granger, Mrs. Maxim mentioned earlier that we might be able to invite the representatives who are here tonight to a rich and lively dinner-nowadays, many people actually There are also a lot of uneasiness hidden, especially morale needs to be raised."

As the Minister of Magic in Belgium, De Quinn is obviously the master here.

After reuniting with her former lover Erich with the help of Hermione and the others, she has almost become the most loyal support member of this resistance alliance. Hermione and Maxim have any suggestions or suggestions, she will consider them very carefully and implement them as best as she can.

"A dinner?" Hermione couldn't help but ponder when she heard it.

To be honest, it is necessary to improve morale, but in her current mood, she really doesn't have any thoughts to think about this kind of entertainment.

"Yes!" Ms. De Quinn nodded, "Madam said that I can come and ask you too. If you agree, then I should go and make preparations now."

"Well," Hermione thought for a while, and finally nodded slightly, "I see, then I will trouble you-count the number of people who need to be invited, choose a more suitable venue, which may still be enough They have all become closer and familiar with each other, so as to lay the foundation for the next cooperation."

"Okay, then I will let someone sort out the guests and write an invitation letter."

Watching DeQueen leave in a hurry, Hermione picked up the pen again and drew some rough lines on a map spread out in front of her.

Judging from the information currently available, the movement of the group of living corpses is generally from east to west, but their specific range of activities requires more and updated information to be determined.

Therefore, although she is a lot like to calculate the course of action of Harry and the others, and the specific location now, even if the route plan has been discussed with them in advance, she still can't make too accurate guesses.

What she didn't even know was where Sarah Hornheim had gone before, and whether she was bringing Ursula with her.

Ms. Larson is in a state of desperation now, and no one knows when she will run to England desperately. Obviously, no matter from any angle, no one wants her to do such an impulsive thing.

"Maybe... the plan to send more teams to the UK must be advanced."

Hermione put down the pen in her hand, looked at the map and said.

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In many wars in the past, why was there a banquet in front of the station and after the war? That is naturally to increase the sense of honor and belonging of the officers, and to enhance the morale of the soldiers.

This evening until late at night, this large dinner held in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, did almost the same thing.

The setting sun, on the riverside with golden light, a street where there are many Muggles at ordinary times is as lively as usual. It's just that most of the people who travel here today are not Muggles, but wizards from surrounding countries and various forces.

As arranged in advance by the Belgian Ministry of Magic, many horse-drawn carriages rushed lightly on this street, transporting guests to the gate of a Gothic palace in the middle of the road.

Guests came one after another, welcomed by wizards from Belgium and France, and stepped into the palace that had already begun to lively.

Of course, in fact, the guests invited tonight are not only wizards, but also some Muggles with special status.

Now this disaster has caused many intersections between the magical world and the Muggle world. Some people and some things have become a community of destiny.

For example, today's banquet venue was provided by the Muggle Prime Minister of Belgium in a semi-public identity. It is said that he will even attend in person for a while after nightfall.

It is worth mentioning that the one who invited the Muggle Prime Minister was actually the old butler representing the Blois family.

Only at this moment, when many guests are gradually coming to the banquet, Hermione, who was supposed to represent the founder of the alliance, is still standing by the window on the top and third floor of the palace, looking down alone. The lively streets are in a daze.

The last piece of sunlight today shone diagonally into the window, making the shadow behind her projected on the grayish-yellow wall behind, looking a little lonely.

"Hermione, why are you here? Mrs. Maxim is busy below, won't you help her?"

She turned around a bit when she heard something coming from behind her, and gently nodded at Furong who had come up from the stairs next to her.

"Well, I will go down in a while."

"Are you thinking about Mr. Potter and their situation?" Fleur said, walking towards Hermione. "Or, do you miss Mr. McLean?"

"All of them!"

Hermione rubbed her forehead~IndoMTL.com~ sighed lightly:

"Actually...they should be the ones who need to attend this banquet and relax, right?"

"Oh," Furong couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, "If it were Mr. Ron Weasley, would you be looking forward to such an event?"

"Yes!" Hermione also followed with a smile, "He likes this kind of lively scenes that don't need to use their brains the most."

Perhaps because when I came up, I saw Hermione's thoughtful look. Fleur had been chatting with her for a while, distracting her with some irrelevant topics.

When the two gradually realized that the carriage and wizards on the street below finally began to decrease, Hermione took the initiative to end this casual conversation, and nodded slightly at Furong:

"Thank you, I am better...I should go down too."