harry potter book of crimes

When Maxim was just the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fleur was her favorite student.

There may be a reason for this because of Fleur's promising future, and there may even be a potential reason why she still has some partial favor bonus for "similar people" unconsciously. But more importantly, I believe it is still Mark.

As a teacher, Sim's concern and love for the students he teaches.

Because Maxim at that time was far from as "grand" a vision as he is now, the highest and farthest goal she could see was probably to accumulate capital through continuous hard work as the principal of Beauxbatons, and eventually

At the end of the term, you successfully won a seat at the long conference table in the headquarters building of the International Federation of Wizards!

Perhaps he is a new representative of the French Federation, or, more likely, he is an honorary member sitting in the name of an outstanding contemporary wizard certified by the Federation - after all, the job of the principal of the three major magic schools in Europe is relatively easy to obtain the Order of Merlin.

But now, she has surpassed the goal that she may have fought for her whole life, and has directly reached the goal in one step, sitting in the position of president of the federation.

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

Therefore, when Maxim saw Fleur walking out from behind the crowd, her expression only moved slightly, and then quickly returned to her previous posture.

"Madam, what happened? Why did you come here all of a sudden? We didn't even know you were coming..."

Fleur, who noticed that Bill was in poor condition and that something was not right with Maxim, hurriedly stepped forward. Even though she had a quarter of Veela blood, she could only squeeze out a slightly forced polite smile in her haste and worry.

But still beautiful and moving.

"Oh, I can't help it, dear, because this trip requires a certain level of secrecy."

Madame Maxime was calm and calm. After smiling at Fleur, she no longer looked at her, but returned her attention to Bill.

"Mr. Weasley...well, we still have a little time, so...why don't you invite me in to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

"Uh, of course, please, ma'am!"

Bill was slightly startled when he heard the words, then turned sideways to invite him, leading the other party and the group of people behind him towards the direction of the camp. Although he also felt a little bit of Maxim's posture today from the other party's words and expressions.

It's subtle, but just standing on the dock and talking is indeed a bit rude.

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

Fleur looked at the back of Madame Maxime, who was obviously more distant than before, and walked away from her. Her beautiful brows couldn't help but frown slightly. She hesitated on the spot, and immediately followed the greeter again.

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"...Yes, since Germany was occupied by the zombie army, the situation on the second battlefield has changed repeatedly due to one reason or another. The current defense line on the German-French border is supported by the army led by the child of the Blois family.

According to the latest intelligence, the fighting there is so fierce that our reconnaissance team cannot even get close to the core battlefield. The other is the eastern front close to Poland..."

In the central tent of the camp, Mrs. Maxim was sitting opposite Bill across the sand table. What she was talking about was naturally the second battlefield on the European mainland that was currently raging with war.

Just to be honest, every word she said was closely related to the key to the current war situation, as if she was seriously and solemnly discussing the strategic war situation with Bill, but in fact it was almost equal to talking nonsense. Because what she said now

These things had already been sent to Bill's desk as part of the daily routine exchange of information. Bill had already read them last night, and even discussed a series of views and follow-up planning processes with a group of subordinates.

However, since Maxim was talking, everyone present could only listen temporarily - after all, she was the president of the federation, not to mention, she obviously had something to say after that.

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

Currently gathering in the camp, in addition to the leaders Maxim and Bill, there are of course also the men under each side. At this time, a witch on Bill's side who was standing outside like the others also seemed to notice that the atmosphere was vague.

Weird, I couldn't help but pull the other witch beside me.

Her friend Miss Garrison was originally an expatriate sent from the Federation to assist Bill. Although after working at Camp Granger, her contact with the headquarters was much less than before, but she was still an expatriate affiliated with the International Federation.

Staff of the Wizards' Union.

Hearing the like-minded British witch he had just met in the camp ask questions to him, Garrison couldn't help but shook his head and said unabashedly:

"Mrs. Maxim is the new president, and I'm not familiar with her at all! I just heard from her when I was corresponding with colleagues at the headquarters these days. Although the new president is very capable, she is a doer.

, but it can be seen in some general decisions that she seems to be a little too eager for quick success... Of course, I only heard this from my colleagues, I don’t know it myself!”

"Oh, the more I listen, the more I feel that she has come here with bad intentions today!" The witch said in a low voice with her eyes empty, "You also saw it just now. From the time when such a large fleet set sail to when it arrived here, we

I didn’t know anything about it beforehand! This is definitely...something wrong."

"I already told you that it was just gossip that I chatted with my old colleagues, so don't take it seriously!" Garrison nudged her with his elbow to signal her to stop talking nonsense, but the expression on her face at the moment

But it also brought a bit of solemnity.

Whether it was Garrison or the British witch, they were all volunteers who voluntarily signed their names to come to this frontline camp. They had been working with Bill at Camp Granger for quite some time. Even though they were still nominally affiliated

Garrison, who is with the Federation, now also prefers Camp Granger and its general director Bill from a personal standpoint.

Compared to Mrs. Maxim, who was not close to her in the first place, she and Bill, who now work together almost every day, are even more familiar with each other.

But of course, what the two little sisters among the camp staff thought was not important at the moment. What was important was the thoughts of Fleur, who was standing next to them at this moment and happened to hear their whispered conversation.

"……professor."

She looked over the several shoulders in front of her and silently looked at Madame Maxime's profile that seemed to be both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time as she was talking freely. She couldn't help but murmured in her heart.