"Hey, you're right about that. Our brova family never did that kind of behavior!"

Coldly, a voice suddenly inserted into the dialogue between Sirius and Ron, which stunned the two at the same time. After a little meal, they realized who had come in - no one else, the captive whose identity and background were temporarily unknown with her hands still tied, the highland flying squirrel witch.

After a little hesitation and looking at her up and down, Sirius finally frowned and asked, "you brova family? Are you a brova family?"

"Unexpectedly?" the little witch said with a smile.

"Hum," continued Sirius, still frowning and pausing, "I really didn't expect... So I'll take it as if I hadn't heard you! Stand still and don't speak again without my permission, unless you want to be cursed again."

Obviously, Sirius did not believe that she was a wizard belonging to the brova family, and at this juncture, he did not intend to believe it.

"Ah! What I said is true! I'm really a family Witch of the brova family -"

"Bang!"

This time Sirius didn't even wait for her to finish. Seeing her speak again, he immediately fulfilled the rules he had just set. Raising his hand was a whole body bondage spell. The little child Wu immediately stood up straight, closed his legs together and shook stiffly, but Ron subconsciously helped her, so he didn't fall straight on his back.

Then Ron put his hand on the witch's shoulder, looked at her and said to Sirius:

"There are a lot of people in the brova family. She may really be the family Wizard of the Willy family... Is there any possibility?"

This time Sirius was no longer as tough as before. When Ron asked, he nodded.

"Yes."

"Well..." Ron glanced at the witch again, obviously still thinking.

But Sirius immediately waved his hand and said:

"Now is not the time to discuss whether she is from the brova family. What's more, whether she has much to do with us. I brought her back from the command post of the Federation, just because she saw me there and found the background of the seal sealed with fire paint like me. It's an uncertain factor!"

At this point, he also looked at the little witch who had only one pair of eyes and could roll, and finally added to each other: "What's more, even if we make a mistake, it's not difficult for us to explain to the brova family - now it seems that the brova family is really your classmate in charge of the business. Since she says she is from the brova family, you can send it directly to her when you have a chance. It's a big deal to apologize to your old classmate for me!"

"Well," Ron scratched his head when Sirius said, "to be honest, we don't know her very well. Well, maybe Hermione... Forget it, we'll talk about it then!"

He thought it over with embarrassment on his face, and then he didn't bother to think about it.

"It's impolite as a last resort, madam! The weather is fine today and the lawn is quite soft. Please lie here for a while and bask in the sun..."

As Ron spoke, he held the stiff little witch across the green belt. Although he saw the other party staring at himself with a rather wronged look throughout the whole process, he could only ignore it, but he felt in his heart that the witch who was unlucky to be planted in Sirius might not have lied.

Of course, as Sirius just said, now is not the time to tangle with the authenticity!

After putting the other side aside, Ron and Sirius walked a few more steps aside, and then they heard the latter continue to say:

"In short, it is obvious that many people like her have been hiding inside and outside the temporary command post of the Federation recently, paying close attention to the situation of the second battlefield - at least I found a lot there last night! The strange actions made by Maxim after receiving the letter must have been seen by many forces, and most of them also understand Realize what the appearance of that letter represents... And I have to say, I'm afraid it's not a good thing! "

"Sirius, what do you mean?" Ron asked, looking at him.

"I mentioned it just now," said Sirius, "Maxim's decision at that time was to hand over the defensive positions on the east side of the second battlefield, and then concentrate on focusing on the British disaster areas. Regardless of the latter sentence, at least from her decision, we can see that the four... No, the three families should be ready to take over the second battlefield. At least this is probably not wrong."

"However," he paused and then said, "if it were just like this, Maxim would never show that look at that time... The three families may have other plans, and maxim... Obviously didn't agree with each other's plans."

"But Mrs. Maxim didn't say it directly in public," said Ron subconsciously, pondering along Sirius's train of thought. "So... What else was written in that letter?"

"I don't know that!" Sirius finally shrugged, indicating that he didn't have any clue about this. "I just hope they don't plan some stupid things that are not very 'kind'."

Up to now, the overall situation is bad enough. Both wizards and Muggles can't afford more damage.

Just think that at the beginning, the four European families could work together to establish the international wizard Federation and establish the confidentiality law to skillfully protect wizards and Muggles in both directions, so as to make the whole Europe develop stably at the end of the war. At least they all have a long-term vision. Now they finally make a move, so they should not do anything too outrageous.

However, while Sirius and Ron were thinking so, some people seemed to have different opinions and ideas.

"Sirius," Ron said after a moment of patience, "she... Seems to want to say something, very, very much."

"Huh?"

When Sirius heard the speech, he turned his head and glanced at the lady lying on the lawn. As Ron said, the only eyes that could move were blinking here desperately, with red eyes and even crystal tears in the corners of his eyes.

Just now, I was still smiling. How come I was about to cry in a blink of an eye? What's the matter?