Chapter 2536 dead hero
Ma'am, I really hope that when my child grows up and can go to school, you... will still be the headmaster of Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, really! In my heart, you have always been a part of this world. Best teacher ever!
It's true that Furong is a mixed Veela, but obviously, she doesn't seem to have inherited the Veela's verbal skills that can charm people's hearts with just one or two sentences. Under the beautiful and touching eyebrows, what she has is a mouth that is always a little clumsy at every critical moment.
Obviously, at this time, she suddenly announced that she was pregnant in public, but she just wanted to use these words to remind Mrs. Maxim of the state of mind when she devoted herself to accompanying the students to grow up.
In her opinion, only in this way can the other party, who has become more and more eager for quick success and quick gains in the seat of the president of the International Federation of Wizards, stop for a while.
It's a pity that her words obviously didn't move Mrs. Maxim's heart very much, but it surprised Bill on the other side to stand up suddenly.
Fu Rong? You... what did you just say?
Bill, who was unprepared for this incident, even forgot about his own headache, stood up and opened his mouth to ask. It's not that he didn't hear clearly, he just subconsciously wanted to get another word from his beloved. Check again.
Yes, we have a baby.
After the momentary impulse passed, Fleur finally realized that things did not meet her expectations. Facing the excited Bill at this time, she was shy and mixed with a little 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 emotion of the teacher-student relationship expressed by her, but a subtle disapproval .
Oh, I have to congratulate you, my dear—you are going to be a mother! As far as I know, this is not an easy task. Mrs. Maxim smiled gently but without losing her sense of distance. But since this is the case, even if it is only for you—my favorite student—and your child, and the family that is about to be formed, I, the president of the Federation, should try to end this terrible situation more wholeheartedly. disaster, isn't it?
As she said this, her affectionate eyes only stayed on Fu Rong for a while, and she was more focused on the 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, relaxed and beautiful wedding! She said, It's just a pity that before that, Mr. McLean's But the funeral cannot be delayed any longer! We cannot let our hero... lie in that unknown corner all the time, alone and forgotten by the countless people who he sacrificed his life to save!
She still said it!
When Fleur tried to interrupt, but instead made Bill a little distracted, and everyone in the camp was surprised, Maxim finally told the secret she didn't know where.
Since Bill and Luping were very clear at the beginning, if this matter was exposed in front of too many people, it would definitely cause a big disturbance, so God knows how much effort they spent to keep this news tightly It was completely blocked in the hearts of the few people who had directly witnessed the scene in the camp that day.
But at this moment, Maxim directly broke the news that Maca was dead in front of the complex group of witches and wizards brought by her trip.
You know, among those people, Bill alone recognized more than one famous wizard reporter! Merlin, he can already predict how many magic newspapers and magazines across Europe will use this incident as the front page headlines tomorrow morning!
However, this time Bill never expected that Maxim even brought reporters from the Muggle world, and today's material was sent to the major media headquarters in real time.
The storm that the other party wants to raise is even bigger than he imagined!
Heroes need to be remembered!
Madame Maxim finally stood up now. Once she let go of her arms and legs and became bold, the aura released by her every move was extraordinarily astonishing.
She lowered her eyes slightly and looked down at Bill in front of her, and finally said in a deep voice:
I'm 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 indeed very courageous! It is a pity that this hero is dead... Although this can somewhat arouse the enthusiasm of some people who are fighting on the front line. Blood and courage, but the effect of appeasing the victims will be worse after all...
When Mrs. Maxime forced to visit Maca's body in front of Bill in the Granger camp in Cherbourg, France, an urgent typesetting newspaper issued by the Wizards and Muggle Media Group came to the fore. It was released and sent to all over the world.
And just a moment later, one of them was sent to the living room on the first floor of a large mysterious manor near Vatican City.
It was a middle-aged man who spoke, and his appearance seemed to be somewhat similar to that tired priest who was fighting on the eastern defense line of the second battlefield recently. He was holding the newspaper in his hand at the moment.
However, he is not the owner of this manor.
Baluo, you are wrong! If you want me to say, how could President Maxim not have a little selfishness when he made such a big determination? I don't deny that she will have the greatness for the sake of the people, But - if she can grasp her position well in the follow-up processing, then she will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to gain a lot of public support!
In the past few days, there have been quite a few guests in this manor, and the one who took over the conversation at this time is also not the owner of the manor.
No, to be precise, those who gathered in this living room today can actually be said to be a family. It's just that the family tree is too long, and everyone has lived together since many generations of ancestors.
And after the few people who were waiting to sit by the side spoke a few words one after another, the old man in a plain off-white home robe who had been sitting on the main seat since before, as if staying out of the way, finally raised his head from the silence. Seeing that he didn't look at other people, but looked at one of the several young wizards standing near the door of the living room.
Pierre, you have been studying at Beauxbatons all these years, right? Come and read the newspaper delivered today!
