Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Due to Belgium’s relatively special geographical location and the relationship between its Minister of Magic, Ms. De Quinn, and the current resistance of several members of the Alliance, Hermione and Ms. Maxim have established the main venue of the Alliance from the very beginning. Ideas and plans.

After two consecutive meetings were held in Belgium, it quickly became the center of gravity of the Resistance Alliance.

Right now, this second meeting is finally over.

At the meeting, including Germany and Portugal, which has been inquiring now, representatives of the major powers of many countries passively or actively proposed on the spot their plans to provide combat support for the alliance's march into the United Kingdom.

When many representatives of the members in the venue left the meeting, some of them went back to each to report on the meeting and some resolutions, while the rest simply stayed here, sending only a few accompanying wizards back to China to pass on the news.

Obviously, they are also very clear that the current situation can be said to be changing rapidly. Once some information is missed, the consequences can be totally unimaginable.

"Miss Granger, Mrs. Maxim mentioned just now that we might be able to invite the representatives who are here tonight to attend a rich and lively dinner. Nowadays, many people still hide in their hearts. A lot of anxiety, especially morale needs to be raised."

As the Minister of Magic in Belgium, De Quinn is obviously the master here.

After reuniting with her former lover Erich with the help of Hermione and the others, she has almost become the most loyal support member of the Resistance Alliance.Hermione and Maxim have any suggestions or suggestions, she will consider them very carefully and implement them as best as she can.

"Dinner?" Hermione couldn't help but ponder when she heard it.

To be honest, it is necessary to improve morale, but in her current mood, she really doesn't have any intentions to consider such entertainment.

"Yeah!" Ms. De Quinn nodded. "Madam said that I can come and ask you too. If you agree, then I should go and prepare for the following now."

"Well," Hermione thought for a while, and finally nodded slightly, "I see, then I'll trouble you-count the number of people who need to be invited, choose a more suitable venue, which may also allow them to each other Become closer and familiar with each other, so as to lay the foundation for the next joint cooperation."

"Okay, then I will let someone sort out the guests and write the invitation letter."

Watching De Quinn hurriedly leave, Hermione picked up the pen again and drew some rough lines on a map spread out in front of her.

Judging from the information currently obtained, the movement of the corpse group is generally from east to west, but their specific scope of activity needs more and updated information to be determined.

Therefore, although she is very much like calculating the course of action of Harry and the others, and the specific location now, even if the route plan has been discussed with them in advance, she still cannot make too accurate guesses.

What she didn't even know was where Sarah Hornheim had gone before, and whether she was bringing Ursula with her.

Ms. Larson is in a state of desperation now, and no one knows when she will go to England desperately.Obviously, no matter from any angle, no one wanted her to do such an impulsive thing.

"Maybe... the plan to send more teams to the UK must be advanced."

Hermione put down her pen, looked at the map and said.

...

In the past many wars, why held banquets before and after the war?That is naturally to increase the sense of honor and belonging of the officers, and to enhance the morale of the soldiers.

This evening until late at night, this large dinner held in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, did almost the same thing.

As the sun sets, on the riverside that glitters with golden light, a section of the street where there are usually many Muggles is as lively as usual.It's just that those who walk here today are mostly not Muggles, but wizards from surrounding countries and forces of all sizes.

Arranged in advance by the Belgian Ministry of Magic, many horse-drawn carriages ran lightly on this street, transporting guests to the gate of a Gothic palace in the middle of the road.

The guests came one after another, welcomed by wizards from Belgium and France, and stepped into the palace that had already begun to lively.

Of course, in fact, the guests invited tonight are not only wizards, but also some Muggles with special status.

Now this disaster has caused many intersections between the magical world and the Muggle world. Some people and some things have become a community of destiny.

For example, today's banquet venue was provided by the Muggle Prime Minister of Belgium in a semi-public identity. It is said that he will even attend in person for a while after nightfall.

And it is worth mentioning that the one who invited the Muggle Prime Minister was actually the old butler representing the Blois family.

But at this moment, when many guests are gradually coming to the banquet, Hermione, who was supposed to represent the founder of the alliance, is still standing by the window on the top and third floor of the palace, looking at the lively street below. daze.

The last piece of sunlight shone diagonally into the window today, making the shadow behind her projected on the grayish-yellow wall behind, looking a little lonely.

"Hermione, why are you here? Mrs. Maxim is busy below, won't you help her?"

She only turned around a little bit after hearing a voice coming from behind, and gently nodded at Furong who had come up from the stairs next to her.

"Well, I'll go down in a while."

"Are you thinking about Mr. Potter and their situation?" Fleur said, walking towards Hermione. "Or, do you miss Mr. McLean?"

"All right!"

Hermione rubbed her forehead and sighed softly:

"Actually... they should be the ones who need to attend this banquet the most to relax, right?"

"Oh," Furong couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, "If it was Mr. Ron Weasley, he would be looking forward to such an event, right?"

"Yes!" Hermione also followed with a smile, "He likes this kind of lively scenes that don't need to use their brains the most."

Perhaps it was because when I came up, I saw Hermione's thoughtful look. Fleur had been chatting with her for a while, distracting her with some insignificant topics.

When the two gradually discovered that the carriage and wizards on the streets below had finally begun to decrease, Hermione took the initiative to end this casual conversation and nodded slightly at Furong:

"Thank you, I'm much better... I should go down too."