harry potter book of crimes

Disasters and wars always tend to give rise to something. Maybe it's panic, maybe it's unwillingness, maybe it's pessimism, maybe it's desire.

After all, when death is lingering around us and no one knows whether there will be a tomorrow, all we can see with our eyes is the current situation, and what we can touch with our hands are only the people around us.

So under the constant accumulation of pressure, in the leisure time between crazy busyness, we may need to vent, or... even if we just want to leave something for a future that may no longer exist.

Anyway, one morning when the sun shone in from the east window, Fleur suddenly realized that she might be pregnant.

She didn't tell Bill because the situation in the second battlefield had become increasingly anxious recently - she watched his face become more solemn day by day, and she could no longer let him add another worry to his mind.

Even this might be a good thing.

However, it turns out that even without her "accident", troubles in Bill and Granger's camp 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."

"Fleet? Is there a flag? What's the origin?"

"It's the crossed wands and the twelve-star ring, the flag of the new coalition formed by the International Federation of Wizards! It's just... there are too many ships, and we didn't receive any news in advance. This is so abnormal!"

Following the early morning sea breeze, the sound of conversation was vaguely carried from the entrance of the central tent to the tent at the medical supplies storage point, and reached Fleur's ears.

As the wizard who went to Bill to report said, this discovery is very abnormal. You must know that the International Federation of Wizards led by Maxim has been the largest rear support for the Granger camp during this period.

, a lot of the information obtained from the camp will be sent to Maxim, and a large part of Bill's information is also obtained directly from the Federation's command post.

But this time, Bill didn't get any information about the actions of the large fleet organized by the Federation forces beforehand. He didn't know about it until the camp wizard on the lighthouse outside the dock saw it with his own eyes.

Not to mention that he didn't even know that the movements of Maxim's fleet were actually completely open to the outside world from the beginning. In other words, only the Granger camp was deliberately kept a secret on this matter.

In the dark.

why is that?

"No matter why, at least the appearance of this fleet made us notice that the intelligence sources of our camp are actually very narrow. If the Federation, as the main intelligence transmitter, intends to block it, we will immediately become half

Blind and deaf...just like this."

As Bill said this, he put down his pen and stood up with his hands on the edge of the table.

"I'll go greet you, and you immediately notify everyone in the camp to put them on alert!"

…

Bill was the eldest of the Weasley brothers, and now he was in charge of the affairs of an entire pre-war camp very close to the front line, which naturally made him more mature.

The busyness day after day and the anxiety suppressed in my heart, while making it calm, even gradually revealed a little vicissitudes of life.

Every time he had some free time to rest, Fleur would shave for him. This would at least make him look better. As the leader of the camp, this was of course necessary, so Bill was very cooperative—

—He knew very well that he needed an appearance and posture that would allow his subordinates to maintain confidence in him.

"It's a pity that he went to bed late last night and woke up even earlier and in a hurry, so he didn't have time to deal with the stubble on his chin.

"

Fleur, who came out of the medical supplies tent, looked at Bill's leaving figure from a distance, and when she saw Bill subconsciously touching his chin, she knew that the same thought as hers happened to cross Bill's mind.

But of course, the small matter of not shaving is somewhat insignificant compared with the suspense hidden on the flagship that has probably begun to dock at this moment.

Fleur touched her belly and without hesitation, stepped up her steps and followed Bill looking at his back.

…

The weather is good today. The rising sun casts a slightly dazzling wave of light on the sea. Unfortunately, soon, the large fleet belonging to the United Federation of Allied Forces set sail and broke through the waves.

Most of the Cherbourg Port Terminal offshore sea station.

The huge dock could not accommodate so many ships, so in fact, only a few accompanying ships came to dock next to the flagship.

Bill, who was standing at the dock to greet the front of the team, looked at the complex fleet on the sea, most of which were old wooden ships. While suppressing the slight uneasiness in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder secretly.

:

"I don't know how Maxim got such a fleet together?"

In modern times, wizards in the magical world rarely use ships to sail on the sea. Even if there is a need, or maybe just for fun, most of them will hide their identity and borrow Muggle flights to go to sea. They can piece together everything

To be honest, it is not easy to have such a large fleet. It is no wonder that many forces and people were surprised after learning about this incident recently.

While walking slightly, the leading ship finally docked first, and then the gangway was firmly set up, and the tall figure that would surely attract attention once it appeared came down the stairs.

"Mr. Weasley, you have worked hard at Camp Granger. To be honest, I really shouldn't bother you to come out to greet you in person!"

Madame Maxime's voice was not as high as her figure, but the sound of waves on the pier forced her to raise her voice. Perhaps because of this, her demeanor when she took the lead in saying hello seemed cheerful and a bit deliberate.

"No, it doesn't matter. This is what it should be." Bill smiled and said loudly, "President, you work no less hard than me, not to mention, the things that require you to make decisions are definitely more difficult than mine."

My side is much more important!"

As he spoke, he moved forward to greet him, but only Fleur, who was standing at the back of the welcoming crowd, could notice that Bill didn't seem to be in a good state today.

"This is the third time he has touched the stubble on his chin," Fleur in the crowd frowned, "Is it because he couldn't sleep more last night?"

In fact, Fleur, who had already noticed it just now, followed him out of worry, and now, she began to think about choosing a time to go over and help him.

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