harry potter book of crimes

Madam, I really hope that when my children grow up to go to school in the future, you... will still be the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, really! In my heart, you have always been the world's most important person.

Get the best teacher!"

It is true that Fleur is a Veela hybrid, but it is obvious that she does not seem to have inherited the Veela's verbal skills that can enchant people with just one or two sentences. Under those beautiful and touching eyebrows, she has

What he does have is a mouth that is always a bit clumsy at critical moments.

Obviously, she suddenly revealed that she was pregnant in public at this time. In fact, she just wanted to use these words to make Mrs. Maxim recall the state of mind when she devoted herself to accompany her students to grow up.

In her opinion, only in this way can the opponent, who has become more and more eager for quick success and quick success in the position of president of the International Federation of Wizards, stop his eager progress.

It's a pity that her words obviously didn't move Madam Maxime's heart very much. Instead, they shocked Bill on the other side and stood up suddenly.

"Fleur? You...what did you just say?"

Bill, who was unprepared for this incident, now even forgot about his headache. He stood up and opened his mouth to ask. It's not that he didn't hear clearly. He just subconsciously wanted to hear more from the mouth of his beloved.

Confirm again.

"Yes, we have a child."

After the momentary impulse passed, Fleur finally realized that things did not go as she expected. At this moment, facing the excited Bill, she felt shy and a little disappointed.

Because she had already seen the expression on Maxim's face. What appeared on that face was not the nostalgia for the past and the emotion of the teacher-student relationship she expressed, but a trace of undetectable disapproval.

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"Oh, I have to congratulate you, my dear - you are going to be a mother! As far as I know, this is not an easy thing." Mrs. Maxim smiled gently but without losing a sense of distance.

"But since this is the case, even if it is just for you - my most proud student - and your children, and the family that is about to be formed, I, the president of the Federation, should try to end this horror even more wholeheartedly.

It's a disaster, isn't it?"

As she said this, her affectionate eyes only stayed on Fleur for a moment, but more at the other camp personnel in the tent... and Bill opposite.

"Mr. Weasley, I think we need a wedding, and maybe it should be a wedding that can stabilize people's hearts, be relaxed and beautiful enough!" She said, "It's just a pity that before that, Mr. Maclean's

But the funeral can't be postponed any longer! We can't let our hero... lie in that unknown corner, alone and forgotten by the countless people he saved with his life!"

She still said it!

After Fleur tried to interrupt, but instead made Bill a little distracted, and everyone else in the camp was also surprised and surprised, Maxim finally revealed the secret that she had learned from nowhere in public.

Since Bill and Lupin knew very well that if this matter was exposed in front of too many people, it would definitely cause a big disturbance, so God knows how much effort they spent to keep this information secret.

The scene was sealed in the hearts of only a few people in the camp who had directly witnessed the scene that day.

But at this moment, Maxim forced the news that Maka was "dead" directly in front of the complex group of male and female witches and wizards she had brought with her on her trip.

You know, among those people, there is more than one famous wizard reporter that Bill can recognize! Merlin, he can already predict how many magical newspapers and periodicals across Europe will use this matter as front page headlines tomorrow morning

Got it!

However, this time, Bill never expected that Maxim would even bring reporters from the Muggle world, and today's materials would be sent to the major media headquarters in real time.

The storm that the other party wants to create is even greater than he imagined!

"Heroes need to be remembered!"

Mrs. Maxim finally stood up at this time. Once she let go of her arms and legs and became bold, the momentum she released with every move was particularly amazing.

She looked down at Bill in front of her with her eyes slightly lowered, and finally said in a deep and unmistakable voice:

"I am also an old friend of Maka, take me... to see him!"

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"The people need a hero! This time, our new president saw it correctly, and he is indeed very courageous! Unfortunately, this hero is dead... Although this can somewhat inspire some people who are fighting on the front line

The blood and courage, but the comfort effect on the victims is ultimately inferior..."

When Madame Maxime forced herself to "visit" Maka's body in front of Bill in the Granger Camp in Cherbourg, France, an issue of the newspaper urgently typed by a joint media group of wizards and Muggles was fresh.

It was released, printed and sent to all parts of the world.

And just a moment later, one of them was delivered to the living room on the first floor of a large mysterious manor near Vatican City.

The speaker was a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to the lazy priest who was recently fighting on the eastern defensive line of the Second Battlefield. The newspaper was currently in his hand.

However, he is not the owner of this manor.

"Barlow, you are wrong! Let me tell you, how could President Maxim not have a little selfishness when she has made such a big determination? I don't deny that she has the greatness to think about the people.

But - if she can grasp her position well in the subsequent processing, then she will definitely take advantage of such an opportunity to gain a lot of public support!"

In recent days, there have been many guests in this manor, and the person who took over the conversation at this time was also not the owner of this place.

No, to be precise, those gathered in this living room today can actually be said to be one family. It’s just that the family tree is too long, and everyone no longer lives together many generations ago.

After the people sitting next to them said a few words one after another, the old man wearing a simple gray and white home robe, who had been sitting on the main seat since before as if he was not involved, finally raised his head from the silence, but

Seeing that he didn't look at anyone else, he looked towards one of the several young wizards standing near the door of the living room.

"Pierre, you have been studying at Beauxbatons all these years, right? Come and read the newspaper delivered today!