harry potter book of crimes

...Yes, it is like this, so the current situation is actually quite bad. The second battlefield may expand again at any time! The spread of the war, the increase in the level of the war, the increase in the number of people affected by the disaster, and more and more

The loss of ground... Every day that passes, my heart will sink a little lower, because in this process I have deeply felt the limitations of my personal abilities. Oh, I believe that you are also concerned about the disaster -

-My Mr. Weasley - you must have been troubled by this deteriorating war situation day and night!"

More than ten minutes had passed since the two parties sat down in the camp, but Maxim was still chattering and sighing to himself, and frequently confided his inner regrets to Bill, who was sitting opposite.

Of course, I basically talked about it from her personal perspective.

After another moment, Maxim changed to a more comfortable sitting position as if he was a little tired, then sighed and the topic suddenly changed:

"Speaking of which, Mr. McClain took the lead in defeating the ancient dark wizard Helbo and stood up to block the army of living zombies for the large number of refugees. I still vividly remember the scene! Mr. Macca McClain is worthy of being called

Albus Dumbledore's designated successor...no, you can say that he is the Dumbledore of this era, isn't he?"

When speaking the last sentence, Maxim pronounced the word "yes" very hard, as if not doing so would not be enough to explain her recognition and affirmation of the other party.

On the other side, Bill was obviously a little slow to respond to Maxim's praise, who suddenly turned the conversation to Maka. Although with his intelligence, he realized that the other party seemed to finally get to the point.

, but at this time, it is still unclear what the other party’s true intention was in mentioning Maka at this time.

"Uh, yes!" Bill responded somewhat dryly, "His achievements, just like his magical achievements, are beyond doubt - although to be honest, even though Maka had already tried his best with us

, but when this disaster suddenly struck... we were able to successfully relocate some of the victims out of the country only with the full support of the French Blois family."

While he still didn't know Maxim's specific purpose, Bill could only agree tentatively, making his words somewhat ambiguous and not expressing his views too clearly.

However, Maxim didn't seem to care what Bill thought. When the latter finished speaking, she nodded casually, and then continued:

"In short, the role played by Mr. Maclean in the fight against this disaster is absolutely unparalleled. Without him, I am afraid that we would have lost more than just the United Kingdom, Denmark, the Netherlands and Germany.

! Now everyone knows that the living corpses currently raging in the second battlefield are those that later appeared in Denmark and the Netherlands, not the first batch that occupied the UK - these are all Maclean who returned to the disaster area in the UK alone.

Credit to Sir! It was him who contained the first batch of zombie army, which was several times larger than the zombie group currently operating on the second battlefield, within the British territory!"

Maxim became more and more excited as he spoke. At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help but slap his hands heavily on the table, but Bill's brows furrowed more and more as he listened.

Regardless of whether what Mrs. Maxim said was right or wrong, at least as far as he knew, there was absolutely no basis for the judgment that Maca had contained all the living corpses in the UK across the sea -

Even though there are many signs that this may actually be the case.

After all, let alone what happened after Maka went deep into the disaster area, the outside world still knows nothing about the activities of Hermione and others who followed her in, as well as Lupine and others who just broke in recently.

.

It is really difficult to collect intelligence on the terrible disaster place across the sea.

However, today, Maxim seemed to have the exact information already, and spoke with such certainty. I don’t know if she had really known the actual situation under the dark cloud through other channels, or if it was completely

Are you taking guesswork as truth?

If it's the latter...

"Madame Maxime, what...what do you want to say?"

Recently, Bill has been having headaches from time to time. This is caused by being too busy and stressed, and he often frowns and thinks about problems. However, Bill doesn't show it in front of others on weekdays. Only when he has less rest like last night, because his body is also the same.

When he was tired, he couldn't hide it and showed it. This was also the reason why Fu Rong noticed his poor condition before.

Now, facing Maxim's repeated criticism of him and going around for a long time, he finally became a little impatient.

"Well?"

Seeing that the polite smile on Bill's face suddenly faded, and his words were no longer soft and tactful, Maxim smiled, but he still smiled, but his tone gradually became colder when he answered.

"Of course, to praise the 'hero'." She said, "Because you know, I can't say these words to myself, can I?"

Before he finished speaking, Bill, who was rubbing his temples due to a headache, immediately paused and looked at the other party with sharp eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know best what I mean?" Mrs. Maxim spread her hands and stared at him quietly. "Or do you think there are some things I shouldn't know?"

"lady!"

Seeing that the already very delicate atmosphere began to smell of gunpowder, Hibiscus, who was hiding in the periphery, finally couldn't hold back anymore and pushed through the crowd to squeeze in to Madame Maxime's side.

After pulling the sleeve of the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar teacher and calling out with a pleading voice, Furong suddenly turned her head and said to the other people in the camp:

"Everyone, could you please go out for a moment? I have some private matters here. I want to talk to Mr. Maxim... President Maxim alone. Please give us some space..."

"I don't think it's necessary."

Maxim stretched out his hand and patted the back of Fleur's hand that was holding her sleeve. It seemed to be a little gentle, but his words were still as strong as before.

"Let's talk about personal matters later! My dear, what we are talking about now is a major matter that affects the life and death of countless living beings in Europe. You have always been very sensible, but you cannot -" at this time - "

"I have a child!" Fleur interrupted her abruptly.

"What?"

Maxim was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little baffled.