Chapter 2534 what is the ideal ahead

( ) When Maxim was only the principal of Beauxbaton School of Magic, Fleur was her favorite student.

There may be reasons for Fu Rong's promising future, and there may even be a potential reason why she still has a partial favor for similar unconsciously. But more, I believe it is always Maxim's concern and love for the students he teaches as a teacher.

Because Maxim at that time was far from the magnificent vision she has today, the highest and farthest goal she could see was probably to accumulate capital through continuous hard work as the principal of Beauxbatons, and eventually When the term of office expires, you have successfully won a seat at the chairman's table in the headquarters building of the International Federation of Wizards!

It may be the new representative of the French Federation, or, more likely, it will be an honorary council member in the name of an outstanding contemporary wizard certified by the Federation-after all, the job of the principal of the three major magic schools in Europe is relatively easier to obtain the Order of Merlin.

But now, she has surpassed the goal that she might have fought for her whole life, and she has reached the position in one step and sat on the chair of the Federation President.

When her position and height are different, the scenery she sees will definitely be completely different.

Therefore, when Maxim saw Fu Rong coming out from behind the crowd, her expression only moved slightly, and she quickly returned to the previous posture.

Ma'am, what happened? Why did you come here all of a sudden? We didn't even know you were coming...

Fleur, who noticed that Bill was not in good condition and that Maxim was not quite right, hurried forward. With a quarter of Veela blood, she only squeezed out a slightly forced polite smile between her haste and worry, But still beautiful and moving.

Oh, no way dear, as this trip requires a certain degree of secrecy.

Madam Maxim was calm and calm. After smiling at Fleur, she stopped looking at her and turned her attention back to Bill.

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

Er, of course, madam please!

Bill was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then turned to invite him sideways, leading the other party and the group behind the other party to the direction of the camp. Although he also felt that Maxim's posture today was slightly subtle from the other party's words and expressions, but it was really rude to just stand on the pier and talk.

To 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 Mrs. Maxim who was obviously far away from her, her beautiful brows could not help but slightly frowned again. She hesitated in place, and immediately followed up with the greeters again.

...

...Yes, since Germany was occupied by the army of living corpses, the situation on the second battlefield has changed repeatedly for one reason or another. At present, the defense line on the German-French border is supported by the army led by the child of the Blois family. According to the latest intelligence, the fighting there is very fierce, and our scouting team can't even get close to the core battlefield. In addition, the eastern front is close to Poland...

In the central tent of the camp, Mrs. Maxim was sitting opposite Bill across the sand table. What she was talking about was, of course, the Second Battlefield in Continental Europe, which is now raging with flames of war.

Just to be honest, don't look at her every sentence is closely related to the key to the current battle situation, as if she is discussing the strategic war with Bill seriously and seriously, but in fact it is almost tantamount to talking nonsense. Because the things she said now have already been sent to Bill's desk with the daily routine information exchange. Bill has read them last night, and even demonstrated a series of points of view with his subordinates and follow-up planning process.

However, since Maxim was talking, everyone at the scene could only listen for the time being—after all, she was the president of the federation, not to mention, after that, she obviously had something to do.

Garrison, Madam Maxim... what's going on today?

Apart from Maxim and Bill, who are gathered in the tent right now, of course there are also the respective personnel under the hands of both sides. At this time, a witch who was standing beside Bill like everyone else seemed to have noticed that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and couldn't help but tugged at another witch beside her.

Her friend, Ms. Garrison, was originally an expatriate sent by the Federation to assist Bill. Although she had less contact with the headquarters after working in Camp Granger, she was still a member of the International Council. Staff of the Wizarding Union.

Hearing this similarly-minded British witch of the same age whom he newly met in the camp asked him a question, Garrison shook his head involuntarily, and said without concealment:

Mrs. Maxim is the new president, and I'm not very familiar with it at all! I just heard her talk with my colleagues at the headquarters these days. Although the new president is very capable, he is a man of action. , but it can be seen from the decision-making in some general directions that she seems a little too eager for quick success...Of course, I just heard this from my colleagues, I don't know it myself!

Oh, the more I listen, the more I feel that she is not a good person today! The witch squinted her eyes and said in a low voice, You saw it just now, from the time when such a large fleet set sail to arrive here, we Didn't know anything beforehand! This is absolutely... not right.

I've said that it's just a gossip I chatted with my old colleagues, so don't take it seriously! Garrison nudged her to signal her not to talk nonsense, but the expression on her face at the moment But also with a bit of dignified.

Whether it was Garrison or the English witch, they were all volunteers who voluntarily signed their names to come to this frontline camp. They had already worked with Bill at Camp Granger for quite a while. Even Garrison, who is still nominally affiliated with the federation, is now more inclined to the Granger camp and Bill, the general manager of the camp, from a personal standpoint.

Compared with Mrs. Maxim, who was not very close in the past, she is even more familiar with Bill, who now works together almost every day.

But of course, what the little sisters in the camp staff think is not important at the moment, what is important is the thoughts of Fu Rong who is standing next to them at this moment and just happened to hear their whispered conversation.

……professor.

Over the shoulders in front of her, she silently looked at the side face of Mrs. Maxim who was gesticulating and talking... It seemed to have become both familiar and unfamiliar, and she couldn't help murmuring in her heart.