() When Maxim was only the principal of Boothbat's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fleur was her favorite student.

Among them, there may be reasons for Furong's promising future, and there may even be a potential reason for her unconsciously still holding some favor bonuses for the "kind". But more, I believe it is still Maxim's share of being a teacher, and his concern and love for the students he teaches.

Because at that time Maxim was still far from the “grand” vision she is now, the highest and farthest goal she could see was probably to accumulate capital through continuous hard work in the position of Headmaster of Boothbarton, and finally At the end of your term, you have successfully won a seat at the chairperson's table in the headquarters of the International Wizarding Federation!

Perhaps it is the new representative of the French Federation, or, more likely, it is an honorary member of the seat in the name of a contemporary outstanding wizard certified by the Federation. After all, the work of the principals of the three European magic schools is relatively easier to obtain the Merlin Medal.

But now, she has surpassed the goal that she herself might have been striving for for a lifetime, and went straight to the place in one step, sitting in the seat of the 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 coming out from behind the crowd, her expression only moved slightly, and she quickly returned to her previous posture.

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

Fleur, who perceives that Bill is not in good shape and Maxim is not quite right, hurried forward. She has a quarter of Veeva blood, even though she only squeezed out a slightly reluctantly polite smile between her haste and worry. But it is still beautiful.

"Oh, no way, dear, because this trip requires a certain degree of confidentiality."

Mrs. Maxim was calm and calm, and after smiling at Fleur, she stopped looking at her, but returned her attention to Bill.

"Mr. Weasley... well, there is still a little time left, so... won't you invite me in and sit down for a cup of tea?"

"Uh, of course, madam please!"

Bill was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then he invited him sideways, leading the other party and the group behind him to the direction of the camp. Although he also sensed from the other party's words and expressions that Maxim's posture was slightly subtle today, it was indeed a bit rude to just stand on the dock and talk.

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

Fleur looked at the back of Madame Maxim, who was obviously farther away than she used to be. Her good-looking brows couldn't help but wrinkled slightly. She hesitated in place, and immediately followed up with the greeter again.

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"...Yes, since Germany was occupied by the army of living corpses, the situation on the second battlefield has repeatedly changed due to such and other reasons. The current defense line on the German-French border is supported by the Blois family's child led by the army, according to The latest intelligence shows that the fighting there is very fierce, and our reconnaissance team cannot even get close to the core battlefield. In addition, it is close to the eastern front of 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 of the European mainland that is now raging.

Just to be honest, don't look at her every word is closely tied to the key to the current battle, as if she is discussing strategic warfare with Bill seriously and seriously, but in fact it is almost equivalent to talking nonsense. Because the things she was talking about had already been sent to Bill's desk along with the daily routine exchange of information. Bill had already read it last night, and even demonstrated a series of views with a group of subordinates. And follow-up planning process.

However, since Maxim is talking, everyone on the scene can only listen for the first time-after all, she is the president of the federation, not to mention that she obviously has the topic after this.

"Garrison, what's the situation with Mrs. Maxim today?"

In addition to Maxim and Bill, who are gathered in the camp at the moment, of course, there are also their own personnel under the hands of both sides. At this time, a witch who was standing beside Bill on the periphery like everyone else seemed to notice that the atmosphere was a little weird, and could not help but dragged another witch beside her.

Her friend Miss Garrison was originally an expatriate sent from the Federation to assist Bill. Although after working in Granger Camp, her contact with the headquarters was much less than before, but she is still a member of the international community. Staff of the Wizarding Union.

Hearing the like-minded British witch of the same age who he had newly met in the camp asked himself a question, Garrison couldn't help shook his head, unabashedly:

"Mrs. Maxim is the new president, and I am not familiar with it! It's just that when I communicate with colleagues at the headquarters these days, I have heard from her that this new president is a doer though he is very capable of work. , But in some general decision-making, she seems to be a bit too eager for quick success...Of course, this is just what my colleagues say, but I don’t know it myself!"

"Hey, the more I listen, the more I feel that she is a bad visitor today!" The witch said in a low voice with emptied eyes, "You have seen it just now, so a large fleet from sailing to arriving here, we I didn't know anything beforehand! This is absolutely...wrong."

"I said that it was just the gossip that I had chatted with an old colleague during a pen conversation. Please don't take it seriously!" Garrison pressed her with an elbow and motioned her not to talk nonsense. However, the expression on her face at the moment was also a bit solemn.

Whether it was Garrison or the British witch, they were all volunteers who signed their names voluntarily and came to this frontline camp. They have been working with Bill at Camp Granger for a long time. Even Garrison, who still belongs to the Federation in name, is now more personally inclined to Camp Granger and Bill, the head of the camp.

Compared to Mrs. Maxim, who was not close at first, she and Bill, who worked together almost every day, were even more familiar with each other.

But of course, it doesn't matter what the little sisters in the camp staff think at the moment, what is important is that they are standing next to them at this moment, and they happen to hear the thoughts of Fleur who were talking in a low voice.

"…professor."

She crossed a few shoulders in front of her, silently looking at Mrs. Maxim's face that was chatting in a gesture... it seemed that she had become familiar and unfamiliar, and she couldn't help but murmured in her heart.