Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2534: What is the ideal ahead

()When Maxim was only the principal of Beauxbaton School of Magic, Fleur was her favorite student.

There may be reasons for Fu Rong's promising future, and there may even be a potential reason why she still has a partial favor for "similar" unconsciously. But more, I believe it is always Maxim's concern and love for the students he teaches as a teacher.

Because Maxim at that time was far from the "magnificent" vision of today, the highest and farthest goal she could see was probably to accumulate capital through continuous hard work as the principal of Beauxbaton , and finally succeeded in winning a seat at the long table of the International Federation of Wizards headquarters building when the term of office expired!

Maybe it is the new representative of the French Federation, or, more likely, it will be an honorary member of the contemporary outstanding wizard certified by the Federation-after all, the job of the principal of the three major magic schools in Europe is relatively easier to obtain Sir Merlin Regiment Medal.

But now, she has surpassed the goal that she herself might have fought for her whole life, and she has reached the position in one step, and sat on the chair of the Federation President.

When her position and height are different, the scenery she sees will also be completely different.

So, when Maxim saw Fleur coming out from behind the crowd, her expression only moved slightly, and she quickly returned to the previous posture.

"Ma'am, what happened? Why did you come here suddenly? We didn't even know you were coming..."

Fleur, who noticed that Bill was not in good condition and that Maxim was not quite right, hurried forward. With a quarter of Veela blood, she only squeezed out a slightly reluctant courtesy amidst her haste and worry. Sexy smile, but still beautiful and moving.

"Oh, no way honey, because this trip requires a certain level of secrecy."

Madam Maxim was calm and composed. After smiling at Fleur, she stopped looking at her and turned her attention back to Bill.

"Mr. Weasley... Well, there is still a little time, so...won't you invite me in and sit down for a cup of tea?"

"Uh, sure, madam please!"

Bill was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then turned to invite him sideways, leading the other party and the group behind him to the direction of the camp. Although he also felt that Maxim's posture today was slightly subtle from the other party's words and expressions, but it was really rude to just stand on the pier and talk.

You know, since the establishment of this frontline camp, Maxim and the Federation have provided them with a lot of resources and convenience!

Furong looked at the back of Mrs. Maxim who was obviously far away from her, her beautiful brows could not help but slightly frowned. She hesitated for a moment, and immediately followed up with the greeters .

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"...Yes, since Germany was occupied by the army of living corpses, the situation on the second battlefield has changed repeatedly for one reason or another. The current defense line on the German-French border is supported by the army led by the boy from the Blois family Well, according to the latest information, the fighting there is very intense, and our reconnaissance team can't even get close to the core battlefield. In addition, it is close to the eastern front of Poland..."

In the central tent of the camp, Mrs. Maxim was sitting opposite Bill across the sand table. What she was talking about was, of course, the Second Battlefield in Continental Europe, which is now raging with flames of war.

Just to be honest, don't look at her every sentence is closely related to the key to the current battle situation, as if she is discussing the strategic war situation with Bill seriously and seriously, but in fact it is almost tantamount to talking nonsense. Because the things she said now have already been sent to Bill's desk with the daily routine information exchange. Bill has read them last night, and even demonstrated a series of points of view with his subordinates and follow-up planning process.

However, since Maxim was talking, everyone at the scene could only listen for the time being—after all, she was the president of the federation, not to mention, after that, she obviously had something to do.

"Garrison, Mrs. Maxim is... what's going on today?"

At present, apart from Maxim and Bill, the leaders gathered in the camp, of course, there are also the respective personnel under the hands of both sides. At this time, a witch who was standing beside Bill like everyone else seemed to have noticed that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and couldn't help but tugged at another witch beside her.

Her friend, Ms. Garrison, was originally an expatriate sent by the Federation to assist Bill. Although she had less contact with the headquarters after working in Camp Granger, she was still a Staff affiliated with the International Federation of Wizards.

Hearing the question from the British witch of the same age that he had just met in the camp, Garrison couldn't help but shook his head and said unabashedly:

"Mrs. Maxim is the new president, and I'm not very familiar with it at all! I just heard her talk about it when I corresponded with colleagues at the headquarters these days. Although the new president is very capable, She is a practical person, but it can be seen from the decision-making in some general directions that she seems a little too eager for quick success...Of course, I just heard this from my colleagues, and I don't know it myself!"

"Well, the more I listen, the more I feel that she is not a good person today!" The witch squinted her eyes and said in a low voice, "You also saw it just now, such a large fleet from sailing to arrival Here, we didn't know anything beforehand! This is absolutely... not right."

"I told you that it's just a gossip I got in a chat with my old colleague ~IndoMTL.com~ Don't take it seriously!" Garrison nudged her to signal her not to talk nonsense, However, the expression on her face at this moment also brought a bit of dignity.

Whether it was Garrison or the British witch, they were all volunteers who had signed their names to come to this frontline camp. They had already worked with Bill in Camp Granger for quite a while. Even Garrison, who is still nominally affiliated with the federation, is now more inclined to the Granger camp and Bill, the general manager of the camp, from a personal standpoint.

Compared to Mrs. Maxim, who was not very close in the past, she is even more familiar with Bill, who now works together almost every day.

Of course, what the little sisters in the camp staff think is not important right now. idea.

"...professor."

Over the shoulders in front of her, she silently looked at the side face of Mrs. Maxim who was gesticulating and talking... It seemed to have become both familiar and unfamiliar, and she couldn't help murmuring in her heart.