() "...Yes, it's like this, so the current situation is actually quite bad. The second battlefield may expand again at any time! The spread of war, the rise of war levels, the growth of disaster-stricken people, and more and more Lost too much...every day, my heart will sink a point, because in the process I have deeply felt the limitation of my personal ability. Oh, I believe you who are also concerned about disasters—I Mr. Weasley—you must have been plagued by this deteriorating situation day and night!"

More than ten minutes have passed since the two parties sat down in the camp, but Maxim is still there babbling and sighing, and frequently pouring out his regrets to Bill sitting opposite.

Of course, they are basically talking about it from her personal point of view.

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

"Speaking of which, the scene of Mr. McLean taking the lead in frustrating the ancient dark wizard Helbo and standing up for a large number of migrating refugees to stop the army of living corpses is still vivid! Mr. MacLean, worthy of it. Albus Dumbledore’s appointed successor...No, it can be said that he is the Dumbledore of this era, isn’t he?"

At the last sentence, Maxim said the word "yes" very hard, as if it would not be enough to explain her recognition and affirmation of the other party.

On the other hand, Bill obviously didn't respond to Maxim's compliment, who had suddenly transferred the content of the conversation to Maca. Despite his cleverness, even though he realized that the other party seemed to finally get to the point, at this time, he still didn't know the other party's true intention to mention Maca at this time.

"Uh, yeah!" Billio replied dryly, "His feats, just like his magical achievements, are beyond doubt-although to be honest, even though Maca had done his best with us in the first place, But when this disaster struck suddenly... the successful relocation of some victims out of the country was already achieved with the support of the Blois family in France."

Without knowing the specific purpose of Maxim, Bill could only agree with him temporarily, making his words somewhat ambiguous and not expressing his views too clearly.

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

"In short, Mr. McLean's role in the fight against this disaster is absolutely unmatched. Without him, I am afraid that now we have lost more than Britain, Denmark, the Netherlands and Germany. Now everyone knows that the living corpses currently raging on the second battlefield appeared later in Denmark and the Netherlands, instead of the first batch that occupied the UK-these are all Mr. McLean who returned to the disaster areas in the UK alone. Thanks to him! It was because he confined the first army of living corpses, which had a total number of several times more than the group of living corpses currently active on the second battlefield, in Britain!"

Maxime got more and more excited as he talked, and at the end, he couldn't help but slap again on the table, but Bill frowned as he heard it.

Regardless of whether Mrs. Maxim’s words are right or wrong, at least as far as he knows, the judgment that Maca contained all the living corpses in the UK across the sea is absolutely without any basis-even if There are many indications that the actual situation may indeed be the case.

After all, let alone the situation after Maca went deep into the disaster area, even Hermione and others who followed in afterwards, and Lupin, who broke in only recently, are still ignorant of their activities. .

The work of collecting intelligence on the terrifying disaster land across the sea is too difficult to carry out.

However, today Maxim seemed to have already had the exact news, and said so surely. I don't know if she really has another channel to learn the actual situation under the cloud, or is she just there with guesses as the truth?

If it’s the latter...

"Mrs. Maxim, what are you...what do you want to say?"

Recently, Bill has had some headaches from time to time. This is caused by busy work and too much pressure, and often frowning and thinking about problems. It's just that Bill doesn't show it in front of others on weekdays. Only when there is less rest like last night, because the body is also tired, will he be unconcealed and show a little, this is also the reason why Furong has been aware of his poor state before.

Now, facing Maxim, who repeatedly looked around and talked about him, after going around for a long time, he was finally a little impatient.

"Well?"

Seeing that the polite smile on Bill's face faded, and the words were no longer soft and euphemistic, Maxim smiled, but still smiled, but the tone of the reply gradually became cold.

"Of course, I sing praises for the'hero'." She said, "Because you know, I can't say these things to myself anymore, right?"

Before he finished his words, Bill, who was rubbing his temples because of a headache, stopped immediately, and his eyes became sharper when he looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean, don't you know the best?" Madam Maxim spread her hands and stared at him quietly. "Or do you think I shouldn't know something?"

"lady!"

Seeing the smell of gunpowder began to emerge in the already very subtle atmosphere, the Furong hiding in the periphery finally couldn't hold it back, pushing the crowd out of the crowd and squeezing to Mrs. Maxim's side. UU reading www.uukANAnshu.com

After pulling the sleeves of the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar teacher, Furong suddenly turned her head and said to the other people in the camp:

"Everyone, please go out first? I have some personal matters here. I want to have a private talk with Maksim...President Maksim, and please give us some space..."

"I don't think this is necessary."

Maxim stretched out his hand and patted it gently on the back of Fleur's hand holding his sleeve. It seemed to be slightly gentle, but the words were still strong.

"We will talk about personal matters later! My dear, what we are talking about now is the life and death of countless lives in Europe. You have always been very sensible. You can't at this time—"

"I have a baby!" Furong interrupted her words abruptly.

"what?"

Maxim was taken aback, but then he felt a little inexplicable.