() Sunrise, sunset, the same scene is repeated every day. After watching too much, most people will subconsciously ignore it, and only immerse themselves in the daily life that is closely related to themselves.

And occasionally... and only occasionally! Occasionally in the early morning or at dusk, I looked up, and then I admired the magnificence and splendor of nature, while turning my head again, and once again integrated into my life.

Maca, of course, is no exception—at least he himself has always thought so.

Those who had gathered together in the central tent during the day had basically left at this moment. Including Hermione and the others, after discussing whether Maca would disappear midway again, they all went to do what they should do.

Maca came back after everyone left one after another. When he came in, only Sarah was still sitting in the shadow in the corner, peeling wood by herself.

"The sunset is beautiful."

He sat on the chair not far from the tent door with his back against the sand table round table. The golden sunlight outside slanted in, and part of it sprinkled on the skin of the back of his hands that were folded on the back of the chair. It seems that the mind can drive away all the shadows in the heart.

Across the top of the tent where the group of living corpses were on the opposite side, he could see the black and gray clouds on the other side of the strait from a distance, but at this time there were more golden sunset glows coming through from the left. The brilliant brilliance from the sun, even the clouds and mists from endless sins, are inevitably stained with a layer of crimson.

"Sarah, don't you want to bask in the sun for a while? It will be dark again in a while!"

After admiring it for a while, he suddenly turned around and asked the girl in the corner.

"I like the moon more than the sun." The girl was still busy with her work, and said without raising her head, "At least the latter is not so dazzling."

"All right!"

Maca shrugged noncommittally, his gaze swept across the semi-finished doll at the other end of the round table, and then returned to the scenery outside the tent door.

After another ten minutes of silence, with his last sentence "It seems that tomorrow will be a sunny day again", the rays of the sun fade away from the night and gradually occupy the sky.

Behind Maca, out of sight of Sarah, who kept her head down, the half-finished doll leaning on the chair was still motionless. It’s just that for some reason, looking at it at this time, it always gives people a weird feeling of “maybe it will move in the next second”.

…

When Maca was watching the beautiful sunset in the central camp of Granger's camp, Hermione had already brought Harry and others, along with Mrs. Maxim, the two heads of the three major families, and a big butler, Gathered in the president's office on the top floor of the federation headquarters building.

At this moment, Hermione, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, was also looking at the brilliant sunset outside the window.

It's just that although the Union Building is located on the ground, the scenery outside its window is actually maintained by weather spells and mapping spells like the British Ministry of Magic. What she and Maca see are actually not the same sky.

"Miss Granger, most of the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle governments of Western European countries have given replies, and they promised to maintain social order in the domestic society according to the plan we jointly formulated before. And the remaining sporadic countries have basically given When it comes out, it will solve its own internal problems as soon as possible, and keep up with the pace of the whole after reaching a state where the plan can be implemented. There are only a very few countries because of their own national conditions..."

Beside Hermione, a secretary of the president of the federation is making a detailed report according to the document, and the content of the report is generally the current situation of the countries in Europe.

Madam Maxim was also on the side, sometimes adding a few words, or making decisions based on her richer experience in dealing with issues that Hermione did not need to deal with personally.

Although Hermione's gaze stayed outside the window, most of her attention was still focused on the report of the president's secretary. It can be seen from the slightly frowned brows that no matter how smart she is, it is still quite difficult to think about these important affairs.

In fact, she set off after a quick lunch with everyone at camp.

Before coming here, I also went to the German-French border, the German-Jiangsu border, and the lost and recovered German Eastern Line of Defense to conduct a series of inspections of the situation and disasters, so as to personally understand those who are engaged in tug-of-war, blocking battles, A series of wartime areas of positional warfare.

Although the previous several targeted strikes did effectively prevent the expansion of the zombie army, it is obvious that the battles are still happening and going on everywhere, and will not disappear because of those few limited obstructions.

The flames of war are still burning everywhere; life is still disappearing every second.

This is why the counterattack plan can only be officially implemented after the rear has stabilized and the line of defense will not collapse again under the harassing army of living corpses—you must first secure the interior when fighting against the outside world, and you will not be able to escape anywhere. Open up this reason.

Not long after, the president's secretary finally finished the complicated report in an orderly manner, and left the president's office with Maxim's slight nod.

The huge room was quiet for a while, and the few people present were sorting out their thoughts~lightnovelpub.net~ After a few seconds of dead silence, they were only sitting on the sofa with the two heads of the three major families before. The butler Matusievic stood up suddenly, leaned slightly, even though Hermione was facing him, he still said politely:

"As Miss Granger saw during her previous inspections, after Mr. McLean captured Haierbo, the attack of the army of living corpses was no longer as amazing as before, and even their internal chaos was the same as it was many times in the past. And what I want to say is, as you know, my Matuseyevich family has some roots in Norway, Sweden and other countries—according to family information, although it is also near the North Sea, it is as close as Denmark The British disaster area is across the sea, but so far there is still no sign of a living corpse landing... This should be considered good news."

"Yeah." Hermione turned around to look at him, and then nodded slightly, "The information obtained by the Federation is similar, and the coast of Norway is indeed still calm."

"Then," the butler paused, and finally said, "For the next counter-offensive, can we use Norway to land directly in the disaster area from the north? You all know that, according to our previous analysis, if we want to end this It is a disaster, and the final destination is very likely to be the original site of Hogwarts Castle... right?"