Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Madam, I really hope that when my children grow up to be able to go to school in the future, you... will still be the principal of Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, really! In my heart, you have always been in this world The best teacher!"

It's true that Fleur is a veeva hybrid, but obviously, she doesn't seem to have inherited the verbal skills of veevas that can charm people with one or two sentences. Under the beautiful and moving eyebrows, what she has is a mouth that is always a little clumsy at critical moments.

Obviously, at this moment, she suddenly broke the practice of her being pregnant in public. In fact, she just wanted to use these words to let Mrs. Maxim recall the state of mind when she devoted herself to the growth of the students.

In her opinion, only in this way can the opponent who has become more and more eager for quick success in the seat of the International Wizarding Federation's seat to stop the eager progress.

It's a pity that her words obviously didn't touch Mrs. Maxim's heart much, on the contrary, it shocked Bill on the other side to his feet suddenly.

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

Bill, who was unprepared for this incident, even forgot about his headaches. He stood up and asked. This does not mean that he did not hear clearly. He just subconsciously wanted to learn from the mouth of his beloved. Confirm again.

"Yes, we have children."

After the momentary impulse passed, Furong, who finally realized that things did not meet his expectations, was at this time facing the excited Bill, but he was embarrassed and mixed with a little bit of disappointment.

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 movement of the teacher-student sentiment that she expressed, but a touch of insignificant disapproval. .

"Oh, I have to congratulate you, dear—you are going to be a mother! As far as I know, this is not an easy task." Madam Maxim smiled gently but without losing distance." But if this is the case, it’s just for you-my most proud student-and your children, and the family that will be formed. The president of my federation should also try to end this terrible disaster more wholeheartedly. , Isn't it?"

She said that, but her affectionate gaze only stayed slightly on Furong's body, and more of it was looking at other camp personnel in the tent...and Bill on the opposite side.

"Mr. Weasley, I think we need a wedding, and maybe it should be a stable, easy and beautiful wedding!" She said, "It's just a pity that before that, Mr. McLean's The funeral can't be delayed any longer! We can't let our hero... always lie in that unknown corner, lonely forgotten by the countless people saved by his life!"

She still said it!

When Fleur tried to interrupt, but instead made Bill a little silly, and everyone else in the camp was surprised at each other, Maksim finally confided the secret she had learned from nowhere.

Since Bill and Lu Ping were very clear at the beginning, if this incident were exposed in front of too many people, it would definitely cause a big disturbance, so God knows how hard it took them to keep this news tight. The ground was sealed in the hearts of a few people who had directly witnessed the scene in the camp that day.

But at this moment, Maxim directly stabbed the news that Maca was "dead" directly in front of the group of wizards and wizards with complex composition and affiliation brought about by her trip.

You know, among those people, there is more than one famous wizard reporter that Bill recognizes! With Merlin on, he can already predict how many magical newspapers across Europe will take this as the headline early tomorrow morning!

However, this time Bill never expected that Maxim brought reporters from the Muggle World, and today's materials were sent to major media headquarters in real time.

The storm that the other party wanted to rise was even greater than he imagined!

"Heroes, need to be remembered!"

Mrs. Maxim finally stood up at this time. Once she was tall and let go of her hands and feet and stood up boldly, the momentum released by her every move was unexpectedly surprising.

Seeing her eyes down slightly looking down at Bill in front of her, she finally said in a deep voice without any doubt:

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

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"The people need a hero! This time, our new president is very accurate, and he is really bold! It's a pity that this hero is dead... Although this can arouse the blood of some people who are fighting on the front line. And courage, but the soothing effect on the victims is worse..."

When in the Granger camp in Cherbourg, France, UU reading www. When Mrs. Maxime urged to "visit" Maca's body in front of Bill, an issue of the newspaper urgently typeset by the wizard and the Muggle United Media Group was released and sent to All over the world.

Just moments 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 a bit similar to the tired priest who had been fighting on the Eastern Defense Line of the Second Battlefield recently. The newspaper was now in his hands.

However, he is not the owner of this manor.

"Barlow, you are wrong! Ask me to say, how could President Maxim with such a determination not have a little selfishness? I don't deny that she will have the greatness for the sake of the people. But ah-if she can grasp her own position in the subsequent processing, then she will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to gain a lot of public opinion!"

In the past few days, there have been a lot of guests in this manor, and the one who took over the conversation at this time was also not the owner here.

No, to be precise, the people gathered in this living room today can actually be said to be a family. It's just that the family pedigree is too long, as long as the ancestors of multiple generations no longer live together.

And after the few people who were waiting to accompany each other to say a few words one after another, the old man who had been sitting on the main seat as if out of the way from before finally raised his head from the silence, but Seeing him, he didn't look at other people, but looked at one of the young wizards standing near the door of the living room.

"Pierre, you have been going to school in Boothbarton all these years, right? Come and read this newspaper delivered today!"